Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 20:55:56 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽
Can you see through the mist !?
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.
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.
TAGS: Demona~!| NOTES: That voice he hears is a remnant fragment of guilt, guilt that only part of his soul now remains here.