[quote name="StarSync" date=2016-07-11 10:34:31]
That explains why FlameAunt is screaming...
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StarSync wrote on 2016-07-11:
That explains why FlameAunt is screaming...
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[center][i]A stinging, hot breeze of ash and smoke whips across the Ashfall Waste. The Flamecaller stands atop a black-stained iron platform, gazing down below at her followers' efforts. A jet of fire curls from her lips. The furnaces are burning hot today, with just enough breeze to keep the flames fueled with fresh oxygen.
Something shifts atop the obsidian plateau from which the platform is mounted. Claws clatter as quietly as possible, sending tiny bits of rubble into the red-hot cracks magma flows under. The mighty Flamecaller turns, her eyes blazing. A deft young Coatl perches on the edges of the glassy sheet, eyes obscured by shadows but for a dim orange glow.
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The Coatl lets out a hiss, tasting the air. He looks up at his creator, eyes gleaming with determination. "What is it that you need?" Flamecaller bellows, tiny clumps of white-hot lava dripping from her maw. The Coatl replies, in a thick, smooth accent of his native tongue:
"We dragons grow tired of the constant wars, of unending servitude. Your forces collect countless dragons, separating families and turning children into warriors. There are few creatures brave enough to live here, in such an inhospitable place for all but Fire dragons, but those that do, those that dare to venture, to explore, have told me tales. Tales of countless beasts slaughtered for little more than a few clawfuls of Treasure, or mercilessly melted alive for a lump of glowing sliminess. Once, the peace was kept. Some dragons still remember before the wars came. But no more. Dragon and beast alike are cut from their traditions, their hopes, their dreams, their true selves. Combat is all most dragons know these days. Death spreads like wildfire among the beasts. Finally, some of us dragons have seen the wrong of our actions, of[b] your[/b] actions. Peace, victory, stability... All unfulfilled promises for all factions."
"Today, we say 'No more.'[b] I[/b] say 'No more.'"
Flamecaller sighs. This child- [b]Her[/b] child!- So misguided, so unloyal, so foolish. It was disappointing and bittersweet, but at least she could fulfill his last wish: A challenge. She nodded, and let out a roar so loud, fierce, and sad that it shook the very ground below their claws, causing jets of lava to spew up out of the growing cracks in the plateau's top. The Coatl dodges quickly, light on his feet as a Skycat, feeling the ground below his claws for the slight tremors before a fountain of lava burst free. The Flamecaller easily knocks him off his feet as he landed with a swish of her tail. He skid across the newly-crowned arena, catching on cracks and flipping into the air. Finally, he dragged to a halt, bloody and battered. It was done. The Flamecaller turns away to watch her loyal artisans once more.
The only warning was yet another skid of claws, making Flamecaller whip around to see the brave Coatl, scarred but determined, leaping out of the smoke and ash towards her. In a second, she was up, rushing at her former follower, her mouth stretched open in a white-hot screech...[/i][/center]
A stinging, hot breeze of ash and smoke whips across the Ashfall Waste. The Flamecaller stands atop a black-stained iron platform, gazing down below at her followers' efforts. A jet of fire curls from her lips. The furnaces are burning hot today, with just enough breeze to keep the flames fueled with fresh oxygen.
Something shifts atop the obsidian plateau from which the platform is mounted. Claws clatter as quietly as possible, sending tiny bits of rubble into the red-hot cracks magma flows under. The mighty Flamecaller turns, her eyes blazing. A deft young Coatl perches on the edges of the glassy sheet, eyes obscured by shadows but for a dim orange glow.
The Coatl lets out a hiss, tasting the air. He looks up at his creator, eyes gleaming with determination. "What is it that you need?" Flamecaller bellows, tiny clumps of white-hot lava dripping from her maw. The Coatl replies, in a thick, smooth accent of his native tongue:
"We dragons grow tired of the constant wars, of unending servitude. Your forces collect countless dragons, separating families and turning children into warriors. There are few creatures brave enough to live here, in such an inhospitable place for all but Fire dragons, but those that do, those that dare to venture, to explore, have told me tales. Tales of countless beasts slaughtered for little more than a few clawfuls of Treasure, or mercilessly melted alive for a lump of glowing sliminess. Once, the peace was kept. Some dragons still remember before the wars came. But no more. Dragon and beast alike are cut from their traditions, their hopes, their dreams, their true selves. Combat is all most dragons know these days. Death spreads like wildfire among the beasts. Finally, some of us dragons have seen the wrong of our actions, of your actions. Peace, victory, stability... All unfulfilled promises for all factions."
"Today, we say 'No more.' I say 'No more.'"
Flamecaller sighs. This child- Her child!- So misguided, so unloyal, so foolish. It was disappointing and bittersweet, but at least she could fulfill his last wish: A challenge. She nodded, and let out a roar so loud, fierce, and sad that it shook the very ground below their claws, causing jets of lava to spew up out of the growing cracks in the plateau's top. The Coatl dodges quickly, light on his feet as a Skycat, feeling the ground below his claws for the slight tremors before a fountain of lava burst free. The Flamecaller easily knocks him off his feet as he landed with a swish of her tail. He skid across the newly-crowned arena, catching on cracks and flipping into the air. Finally, he dragged to a halt, bloody and battered. It was done. The Flamecaller turns away to watch her loyal artisans once more.
The only warning was yet another skid of claws, making Flamecaller whip around to see the brave Coatl, scarred but determined, leaping out of the smoke and ash towards her. In a second, she was up, rushing at her former follower, her mouth stretched open in a white-hot screech...
[quote name="SariStar" date=2016-07-11 07:47:40]
[quote name="FrauFyrebird" date=2016-07-11 00:59:36]
*legasp* [i]Secret lover[/i]
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SariStar wrote on 2016-07-11:
FrauFyrebird wrote on 2016-07-11:
*legasp* Secret lover
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EPICdragon99 I get why your username starts with EPIC, that was INCREDIBLE.
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EPICdragon99 I get why your username starts with EPIC, that was INCREDIBLE.
[quote name="SariStar" date=2016-07-11 07:47:40]
[quote name="FrauFyrebird" date=2016-07-11 00:59:36]
*legasp* [i]Secret lover[/i]
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I like this theory better XD
SariStar wrote on 2016-07-11:
FrauFyrebird wrote on 2016-07-11:
*legasp* Secret lover
I like this theory better XD
olly / 15
Coatl: hey Mather
Flamecaller: yes
Coatl: i love you
Flamecaller: lmao no you little exalt piece of fluff
Coatl: hey Mather
Flamecaller: yes
Coatl: i love you
Flamecaller: lmao no you little exalt piece of fluff