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Halley: Night vision, Mace-like tails
Blizzard: Perfect Scent Tracking
Noire: Mist propulsion, Lie detector
December: Oracle's Gift,
Terra: Earth Manipulation, Maternal Instinct
Sila: Wood Manipulation, filling up background space
Leo: Engineering knowledge, Motivation (Master)
Regnum: Leadership, Fire manipulation
'Asleep'
Ferrum: Weapons Specialist, History Knowledge
Charon: Poison Specialist
Sanare: Water manipulation, motherly instinct
Forte: Sword skills, fighter strategist
Beelzebub: Berserker. Nuff said.
Anemoli: Wind manipulation, analyst
Lucian: ??
'Twins'
Skylark: Form Change (non-voluntary), Mind Control, Twin Telepathy
Sleipnir: Twin Telepathy, Mist Propulsion
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LITERALLY CANNOT STAHP LAUGHING.
Alright if we're gonna escape we need to go over everyone's skills and inventory. currently everyone except for the twins are naked.
'Awake'
Halley: Night vision, Mace-like tails
Blizzard: Perfect Scent Tracking
Noire: Mist propulsion, Lie detector
December: Oracle's Gift,
Terra: Earth Manipulation, Maternal Instinct
Sila: Wood Manipulation
Leo: Engineering knowledge, Motivation (Master)
Regnum: Leadership, Fire manipulation
'Asleep'
Ferrum: Weapons Specialist, History Knowledge
Charon: Poison Specialist
'Unconfirmed'
Sanare: ??
Forte: ??
Beelzebub: ??
Anemoli: ??
Lucian: ??
'Twins'
Skylark: Form Change (non-voluntary), Mind Control, Twin Telepathy
Sleipnir: Twin Telepathy, Mist Propulsion
'Awake'
Halley: Night vision, Mace-like tails
Blizzard: Perfect Scent Tracking
Noire: Mist propulsion, Lie detector
December: Oracle's Gift,
Terra: Earth Manipulation, Maternal Instinct
Sila: Wood Manipulation
Leo: Engineering knowledge, Motivation (Master)
Regnum: Leadership, Fire manipulation
'Asleep'
Ferrum: Weapons Specialist, History Knowledge
Charon: Poison Specialist
'Unconfirmed'
Sanare: ??
Forte: ??
Beelzebub: ??
Anemoli: ??
Lucian: ??
'Twins'
Skylark: Form Change (non-voluntary), Mind Control, Twin Telepathy
Sleipnir: Twin Telepathy, Mist Propulsion
Skylark nodded to his brother, holding his hand and squeezing it. He didn't think that his power was bad, but if his brother didn't want it, that was that. Smiling softly in his brother's hug, Sky hugged him back and let his hands feel over his brother's wings. He traced the outline of sensitive cartilage under the membrane of Sleipnir's wing. Even his brother's wings were better than his. True, skylark had four, but they were skinny and frail. He couldn't use them to carry them. He couldn't see the mist, but he could see its effects. The world around them began to grow transparent, and Skylark's eyes widened in terror as their eyes were opened. In the entire top of the globe, electric currently flitted about, blue sparks crackling in the form of electric wire. If he had tried to fly out, he would have killed himself. "Sleipnir, there's something up!" Lilac eyes panned around their prison, trying to find...
Spotting a door with a wheel similar to those on submarines, Skylark pulled apart from his hug and ran with his brother in hand towards the vaultlike door, pressing his other hand on the wheel and tried with all his might to turn it, to no avail. His hands were simply too sweaty to get a grip on the metal, and even after wiping his hands on the fresh clothes Father had given him, it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, the dragon broke free from his brother's hand and spread out all four of his wings, stepping back from the door and launching himself like a bullet at the metal. It didn't move and inch, but Skylark had hit his head. "Ouwchie! Owowowowow!" He screamed, clutching his forehead as silver scales began to spread across his body, and he became enveloped in grey light. Form rearranging, bones crunched as they melted or expanded. Skylark felt the sensation painful, but didn't have the mouth to scream. As soon as his maw had formed, the dragon let out a roar.
Lilac eyes opened, and Skylark felt a new instinct come over him. His view was different, but his perspective was the same. The pain was gone, but Skylark felt new, as if he had emerged from his cocoon. Spreading his four wings, the baby dragon was much smaller than the adults, but still about as large as a car. He wobbled on his legs, and now that he noticed, he had six of them. He had a slim build, a bit like daddy, and his head tapered off to a point on his snout and maw. Stretching out to his brother, Skylark let his tongue dart out and lightly prod at his brother's face. Skylark's forehead still hurt, though... Nevertheless, he needed to get himself and his brother out of this place. Wrapped his tongue around his twin, Skylark placed the other on his back and proceeded to stand on his back four legs. With his front two, he pounded and thrashed violently at the door until he felt it give. Headbutting it, the door crumpled away.
The dragon let out an excited noise as he tried to shove his head through the opening, but then felt something catch. He was too big for the doorway! Braying in misery as the door chafed his scales, Skylark writhed and thrashed his tail, head lodged on the other side. Not only had he trapped himself, but he had trapped his brother as well! Wings slumped in sadness, the baby dragon didn't know how he had changed forms in the first place, so he most certainly didn't know the first thing about turning back!
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Hearing a familiar voice, December could have cried in relief. "Leo! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're here!" She then thought about it. "Well, actually, I'm not glad we're about to be mutilated but at least you won't have to suffer in solitude, right?" She reasoned, trying to lighten the mood. Feeling her stomach turn, she realized the tables weren't horizontal like she had thought, but vertical. They were propped up on the walls like pop art. Really... Explicit pop art. The last time the other hydra had called her naked, they had all screamed with more terror than any other enemy. She couldn't break away from her restrains, struggling and writhing in vain, the racket she was making enough to rip the rest of them away from sleep. "I'm surprised you're not mad I woke you up," December joked, remembering once when she awoke Leo and he had used his power to teach her a lesson.
Hearing a female groan to her left, December began to call out before a rough voice echoed through the room. "This is December!" Called December, wanting the other to return the favor even as everyone slowly answered.
"Sila made it through alright."
"This is Noire..."
"Figures you'd survive," Blizzard snickered.
"Regnum? Is that you?" Terra called slowly, still reeling from the effects of the drugs.
"Charon?" Noire called. "Charon, where are you?!" A clear mist coursed through the room, and Noire was quick to exclaim, "Are none of us wearing anything?!" She detected a male who had yet to speak. "That you, Charo-Charo?"
"Nope," Halley responded lowly.
"Why is it so damned dark in here?!" At Blizzard's complaint, Halley laughed.
"I can't speak for you guys but I can see just... fine." He whistled suggestively and Blizzard scowled in the darkness.
"Why can't you hydra just do that poofy thing and get us out?!" Terra demanded, causing Noire, December, and Blizzard to arch their brows in confusion.
"What are you going on about, dragon?" Blizzard asked, spitting the d-word like it was a curse.
Spotting a door with a wheel similar to those on submarines, Skylark pulled apart from his hug and ran with his brother in hand towards the vaultlike door, pressing his other hand on the wheel and tried with all his might to turn it, to no avail. His hands were simply too sweaty to get a grip on the metal, and even after wiping his hands on the fresh clothes Father had given him, it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, the dragon broke free from his brother's hand and spread out all four of his wings, stepping back from the door and launching himself like a bullet at the metal. It didn't move and inch, but Skylark had hit his head. "Ouwchie! Owowowowow!" He screamed, clutching his forehead as silver scales began to spread across his body, and he became enveloped in grey light. Form rearranging, bones crunched as they melted or expanded. Skylark felt the sensation painful, but didn't have the mouth to scream. As soon as his maw had formed, the dragon let out a roar.
Lilac eyes opened, and Skylark felt a new instinct come over him. His view was different, but his perspective was the same. The pain was gone, but Skylark felt new, as if he had emerged from his cocoon. Spreading his four wings, the baby dragon was much smaller than the adults, but still about as large as a car. He wobbled on his legs, and now that he noticed, he had six of them. He had a slim build, a bit like daddy, and his head tapered off to a point on his snout and maw. Stretching out to his brother, Skylark let his tongue dart out and lightly prod at his brother's face. Skylark's forehead still hurt, though... Nevertheless, he needed to get himself and his brother out of this place. Wrapped his tongue around his twin, Skylark placed the other on his back and proceeded to stand on his back four legs. With his front two, he pounded and thrashed violently at the door until he felt it give. Headbutting it, the door crumpled away.
The dragon let out an excited noise as he tried to shove his head through the opening, but then felt something catch. He was too big for the doorway! Braying in misery as the door chafed his scales, Skylark writhed and thrashed his tail, head lodged on the other side. Not only had he trapped himself, but he had trapped his brother as well! Wings slumped in sadness, the baby dragon didn't know how he had changed forms in the first place, so he most certainly didn't know the first thing about turning back!
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Hearing a familiar voice, December could have cried in relief. "Leo! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're here!" She then thought about it. "Well, actually, I'm not glad we're about to be mutilated but at least you won't have to suffer in solitude, right?" She reasoned, trying to lighten the mood. Feeling her stomach turn, she realized the tables weren't horizontal like she had thought, but vertical. They were propped up on the walls like pop art. Really... Explicit pop art. The last time the other hydra had called her naked, they had all screamed with more terror than any other enemy. She couldn't break away from her restrains, struggling and writhing in vain, the racket she was making enough to rip the rest of them away from sleep. "I'm surprised you're not mad I woke you up," December joked, remembering once when she awoke Leo and he had used his power to teach her a lesson.
Hearing a female groan to her left, December began to call out before a rough voice echoed through the room. "This is December!" Called December, wanting the other to return the favor even as everyone slowly answered.
"Sila made it through alright."
"This is Noire..."
"Figures you'd survive," Blizzard snickered.
"Regnum? Is that you?" Terra called slowly, still reeling from the effects of the drugs.
"Charon?" Noire called. "Charon, where are you?!" A clear mist coursed through the room, and Noire was quick to exclaim, "Are none of us wearing anything?!" She detected a male who had yet to speak. "That you, Charo-Charo?"
"Nope," Halley responded lowly.
"Why is it so damned dark in here?!" At Blizzard's complaint, Halley laughed.
"I can't speak for you guys but I can see just... fine." He whistled suggestively and Blizzard scowled in the darkness.
"Why can't you hydra just do that poofy thing and get us out?!" Terra demanded, causing Noire, December, and Blizzard to arch their brows in confusion.
"What are you going on about, dragon?" Blizzard asked, spitting the d-word like it was a curse.
Hopefully so xD
THAT TURNS ME ON
The cold metal touches her bare flesh, and instinctively the Oracle moves to sit up. She only manages to tilt her neck, before something tugged her back down. Huffing in confusion and pain, December blinked, trying to look around at her unfamiliar surroundings. It was dark, and something was wrong. Fist if all, she was naked. It also appeared she was alone, but there could be a camera in the room. Feeling terribly exposed the ex-goddess tried with all her might to cover herself up with her hands. The more she pulled at her restrains, the more they pulled her down to the table. Her wrists, ankles, and waist were all tied down with some sort of snake chain. "Damn! Where is everyone?" She called out loud, voice echoing in the gloom. There didn't appear to be anyone around. Just great.
It was then she noticed her eye, or lack thereof. She blinked, but it felt empty, hollow. Her eyelid felt as though it could concave at any given moment. They had... while she was asleep, they had taken out her eye! Her remaining eye went wide, as she tried to shift forms. That would do it! But something in her mind stung and she cried out. It was the conditioning...! Damn hypnosis getting in the way. Feelings rightfully helpless, the dragoness screamed, the sound curdling and snaking it's way throughout the entire city. Unlike many of her allies, she still had her sanity. In her eye, however, it was a curse. Feeling a vision, she saw her skull being ripped and cut open... She opened her mouth, screaming even more hauntingly than before.
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Skylark held his brother's hand in his own. "Do you trust me, brother?" The grey dragon looked around. The sky was so endless, the grass so infinite. But it was all fake, Edge's memories told him so. Faux Domes, they were called. Advanced hologram technology combined with inpenitrable globe tecology equated to an extremely hard to escape prison. The globe could rotate, so if one was to walk in just one direction, it would turn. If they were to walk west and never stop, the globe would let them do so forever, like a giant hamster wheel. But Skylarge knew what they had to do.
"Alright, Sleipnir, remember in the maze when you called out your mist? You need to do that again so we can find the exit. Holograms don't work when clouds and fog are present," He recited, eager to escape and reunite with the others. But then agaib, Sleipnir didn't know how to control his powers very well yet. And his brother didn't learn how to fly. "Why don't you try flying, as well? And if you're having trouble, I can just hypnotize you to learn, too. You said you trust me!" He declared haughtily.
It was then she noticed her eye, or lack thereof. She blinked, but it felt empty, hollow. Her eyelid felt as though it could concave at any given moment. They had... while she was asleep, they had taken out her eye! Her remaining eye went wide, as she tried to shift forms. That would do it! But something in her mind stung and she cried out. It was the conditioning...! Damn hypnosis getting in the way. Feelings rightfully helpless, the dragoness screamed, the sound curdling and snaking it's way throughout the entire city. Unlike many of her allies, she still had her sanity. In her eye, however, it was a curse. Feeling a vision, she saw her skull being ripped and cut open... She opened her mouth, screaming even more hauntingly than before.
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Skylark held his brother's hand in his own. "Do you trust me, brother?" The grey dragon looked around. The sky was so endless, the grass so infinite. But it was all fake, Edge's memories told him so. Faux Domes, they were called. Advanced hologram technology combined with inpenitrable globe tecology equated to an extremely hard to escape prison. The globe could rotate, so if one was to walk in just one direction, it would turn. If they were to walk west and never stop, the globe would let them do so forever, like a giant hamster wheel. But Skylarge knew what they had to do.
"Alright, Sleipnir, remember in the maze when you called out your mist? You need to do that again so we can find the exit. Holograms don't work when clouds and fog are present," He recited, eager to escape and reunite with the others. But then agaib, Sleipnir didn't know how to control his powers very well yet. And his brother didn't learn how to fly. "Why don't you try flying, as well? And if you're having trouble, I can just hypnotize you to learn, too. You said you trust me!" He declared haughtily.
#pwp petplay
I need mah hypnoyaoipornshitplotsadness
Wounds felt like feathers and even as his brother began to break down, Skylark only grabbed his brother roughly by the hair and crushed their foreheads together not out of meanness but of dire. Skin met skin and he let his lilac eyes slip closed. The last things Daddy had said to him was to make more slaves. What did Daddy want for him, if he was no good as a mate? Sleipnir was more desirable. Everyone wanted Sleipnir. And why wouldn't they? His brother was perfect- bold and courageous, even without a gift like his, was able to gain the attention of those around him. Sleipnir, who was undyingly loyal to their parents, while he was... he... he was...
He was a leader. That's what Daddy wanted to tell him. One didn't need to be loved in order to maintain order, they needed power. They needed to be feared. He could recall back to the great dragons who had protected their clans in their time of need. The Alpha of the North Ulva, who slaughtered tribes of Metal dragons with her power in order to maintain her dominance in the area. Klioh, the Giver of the water dragons, who brought immense pleasure to others in exchange for rites and information. Aime-Torhu, the Great Sky, who was capable of turning others into stone just by biting them. All great dragons, all great abilities. But none had the straightforward control that he wielded. It was capable of reducing a great warrior into his loyal pet. What else could he apply it to? The possibilities were endless. He could be the king.
Relaying his thoughts to his brother, not in words but in emotions, he felt his wings spread out once more. Though... though he let his brother know everything. He was wondering what Sleipnir could do. If he could do anything else than be desirable. Projecting to him that he thought they were trapped, Skylark finally pulled away and frowned. What could they do? Father... father was no more. They needed to fend for themselves. There was no need for words. They needed a course of action. First, they would need to reunite with other dragons so he could start testing the bounds of his powers.
He was a leader. That's what Daddy wanted to tell him. One didn't need to be loved in order to maintain order, they needed power. They needed to be feared. He could recall back to the great dragons who had protected their clans in their time of need. The Alpha of the North Ulva, who slaughtered tribes of Metal dragons with her power in order to maintain her dominance in the area. Klioh, the Giver of the water dragons, who brought immense pleasure to others in exchange for rites and information. Aime-Torhu, the Great Sky, who was capable of turning others into stone just by biting them. All great dragons, all great abilities. But none had the straightforward control that he wielded. It was capable of reducing a great warrior into his loyal pet. What else could he apply it to? The possibilities were endless. He could be the king.
Relaying his thoughts to his brother, not in words but in emotions, he felt his wings spread out once more. Though... though he let his brother know everything. He was wondering what Sleipnir could do. If he could do anything else than be desirable. Projecting to him that he thought they were trapped, Skylark finally pulled away and frowned. What could they do? Father... father was no more. They needed to fend for themselves. There was no need for words. They needed a course of action. First, they would need to reunite with other dragons so he could start testing the bounds of his powers.
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