The beast pushed to stand, his strong back as taut as a bow. Snapping to his full height the beast spoke his words, only to have his words cut short by a disturbance in the tower's silence. Demona's words came with a tone that held a disregard for humankind. Though the young dragon did not completely abhor them, their ways were unbalanced and did more harm to the world than good. He wanted to find a strong family that valued the Ancestor's ways, their honor and balance with nature. It was their responsibility as humans that they have disregarded for too long.
The priests would catch sight of the beast that did not share their skin. As was their nature, it seemed, to judge before another could be understood. Accusations of a fear-filled heart rang across his ears, the lanterns doing well to force his face into an angry looking sneer. Amber eyes peered up as they spoke unfamiliar slurs and claimed him to be under the service of the woman. The humans scurrying about to call for soldiers to cast away what only sought shelter from the rain. The Titanic beast raised his head as his mind slowly digested the information.
As Demona spoke her words rang against the voice of his sibling. Blinking his eyes: tears would run down his cheeks, created by the rains that weighed down his hair. An illusion of pain and suffering. Manifesting in a moment of fear, the dragon felt pity for the humans. Fear for their lost paths and the ruin it would bring nature. The neglect. The neglect the showered those that gave up everything to protect them. His left hand slowly raised to his chest. The digits of his fingers tightly gripped against what little fabric he would manage to knit against the finger pads that bored down on the cloth.
Cai stood in Demona's place, her words crossing through his lips and voice. The ghostly remnant, trapped in the memory of the lonely beast, lurched forward and grabbed his face.
'You have no place being a dragon as you are.'
Another crack of lightning would wash away the vision of a lonely mind, the words twisted from a shattered and split soul. What he saw, what he could see, were the feelings left behind by a twin no longer there. A phantom of his memories. The dragon aggravated his wounds, unaware his fingers painfully ground into the unhealed flesh. He could smell the copper burn against the back of his throat, the white fur washing a stained watercolour of the damage as he spread his fingers out, dragging the tips over the opened injury. Blinking, realizing pain now beat against his chest he would slowly pull his hands from his body, holding them out in front of him. He began to tremble, seeing his glove stained with the beauty of Hus own life. A grin drew itself on his features as he clenched his shaking palms into fists.
Laughter bubbled from his deep, baritone voice, crackling with the flames deep in his belly. "Sin?" He snorted. "Was it a sin to be a good son? Was it a sin to have been unable to protect his mother, his brother?!" As his spoke his flat, human-like teeth shifted into fangs. "He spent his life in the presence of good acts, yet still he watched them die."
'It was really their fault. The Light is tainted by man. We are here to show them the way. We must preserve them by destroying those who cannot do right. We are dragons.' Fai's disembodied voice murmured into Fai's ear.
The beast arched his back and snarled as he allowed his arms to fall in front of him. A crackling sound could be heard as he stretched and peeled an unfamiliar form from his skin. Bony, three-fingered wings exposed themselves to the rains, the booming roar of thunder matching the beast's own roar. The bony appendages had no membrane to the, as if was half a devil at this point. The wings' duclaws slammed into the wooden ground, guards beginning their assent. The priests were horrified to see the young man change before their eyes. The beast, who had never been able to call his wings before, found them again. The male had not known his wings since birth.
Here the true Red Titan would begin his rebirth.
When the priests tried to move the massive wings slammed down, acting like claws to pin them down. Without membrane they were not as vulnerable. His horns began to grow from his flesh and his face plated with a bony, red scale that decorated the undersides of his eyes, cheekbones and the sides of his jaws. When some of the guards would manage to push in the beast would hurl the pinned priests toward them before standing in a half crouch and snarling at one of the armed me, challenging him to come forth.
"He will follow her, because she follows her right." So long as it suited either of them, he would follow and do what he could to grow strong because his family deserved to exist.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: Demona~!| NOTES: That voice he hears is a remnant fragment of guilt, guilt that only part of his soul now remains here.
“Then let’s go,” she whispered; her wings wide and ready, “they are mere child’s play. Let them wallow in fear, and may our faces haunt this very chapel. They wouldn’t be able to resist the darkness within from overcoming them. Upon our return, their feeble minds will further into chaos. It would hardly take an effort to TIP the scales and plunge this world. May they learn from their suffering; weep what they sow.”
Her eyes drifted to observing the gargate figures mounted about the church. Her lips pursed in contemplation. She would come back for this world and claw her name into it. A wyvern moaned behind her in an ethereal whisper. From the shadows it jumped up before gliding through a portal it created for her.
“Come fledgling,” she called for him. Her head tilted to observe the guards collecting the priests to their feet. The robbed men cowardly fled towards the door to get as far from the rough as possible. None of them were brave enough to ascend to the bells to ring an alarm. Only fear and rain were present. Even the guards were unsure how to pursuit; they were trained to fight and give their lives. How were they supposed to fight demons and devils? They quivered in their stance hoping that obligation would be enough courage to take charge.
Her eyes rolled at the mutterings of prayers. Their weapons were ready. They growled at the minions of Satan to retreat to their nest at the deepest pit of hell. The gargoyle snorted before turning on the balls of her feet, “Play with them if you like. I care not for them. Don’t stray to long whelp. “
Her wings beat hard before clasping at her bust. With her head high, she walked into the corridors bidding the world farewell with a promise to return and stain it forever.
It was not hard to make the decision to follow her. His mind was clear and body riddled still with the pain of his last encounter. Such things were easily ignored for the current situation. While the priests tried to convince him to leave her side they spoke of her as if she was a monster. But she was not of this world so how could they know what she was? They went but by the color of her flesh and adornments of her horns. The woman had the nature of a leader and her physical and spiritual strength were unmistakable. But the priests covered and were full of fear and doubt. Though this fed the dragon they seemed incapable of overcoming their weakness. The dragon was not so proud as to not understand when to follow. The man was always a follow. He was trained to follow and submit to those greater than he. It was the priorities of his taught morals to raise the with skill and age above you with respect. He has learned to fight under his own power until he could find another he was able to follow. But the more he trained the greater the risk came of finding none that could overpower you. A Guardian was supposed to support a person until they were able to gain power and the Guardian would in turn gain strength from the family’s power, but alone the dragon was like a starving hatchling, fighting to take his place upon a pedestal. He did not know how to lead or fly on his own power so the prospect of reaching either place on his own was terrifying.
Shifting the angle of the bones that made up the hand of his wings and curl them back. He pushed to his feet, his lips pulled back in a feral hiss. He could not help the chuckle that rumbled from his throat. He held out his arms as the men cowered in the Darkness. He remembered that the Heartless skulked about had not been sent away or otherwise grown bored and drifted to find new prey. He would further intimidate these individuals and weaken their already unsteady hearts. Layers upon layers of fear. Visual proof that their nightmares were real and not just a figment of insanity or the trials of fitful slumber. Her words were correct into assumptions. Fear could only drag one further into the darkness. None knew better than the Dragon of Darkness who was thrust forward by his own fears and compelled by the terror of being unable to prove his worth to his brother. However a ship of madness he rowed, fighting for that which was gone, he still existed. For him this was undeniable proof that his brother still remained; convinced beneath years of abuse that without Cai, he could not possibly exist.
“The darkness will come soon enough, because you are too afraid to see the errs of your ways.” He slowly backed up.
The Heartless that had been hiding slunk from the shadows toward the priests and fearful soldiers. The dragon grinned as his wings seemed to dissipate against the darkness. His glowing, amber eyes perfectly matched the sinful creatures that staggered toward the men of the cloth and sword. “It seems, it is you that have sinned.” The beast turned and followed the woman into the Corridor. He was not sure what would come next, but at least it was a step forward.
[Titan has Left the Thread]
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: N/A | NOTES: I leave you with a serenade of Darkness.
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