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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 1:05 AM | Message # 1 |
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| After the continents smashed into one another, human kind was almost wiped out by the many earthquakes and tsunami that ravaged the land. Within a decade, towns were slowly built up with some new surprises. Never seen species emerged to find some place to call home. Fights were sometimes reported, however the humans gradually formed symbiotic relationships with many. It was peaceful for some time until the first batch of recent discovered dragon eggs were found.
Eagerly, all species emerged claimed what they thought was theirs. They were mistaken. As the dragons hatched, an unnecessary war erupted. A few uneasy decades past, a rivalry started. A new class had emerged, the tamers. Almost regarded as royalty, history repeated itself. Discontent and unhappiness spreads among the people of all species.
The war started brutally. The 'good' Tamer fought against the 'Evil' Tamers. Brother against brother, friend against friend, the world was split. Dragons and numerous Tamers died as the war persisted for a few years. People hid in fear, hoping the good side would win. However they were mistaken. The 'good' Tamers were almost out of men and dragons that had the heart to fight against their own family members. With a short meeting of the heads, all of them agreed. It was time to leave.
In order to keep their dignity, the nameless group disappeared without a trace vowing one day they'll return. The war was dubbed War of Linaus. The people dubbed the 'good' Tamers, the Franators for the higher families and the Lisflends for the rest. Likewise, the "evil' ones were names Qwaserst. The dragons also fought each other and mysteriously disappeared with their Tamers. After a century, everyone wanted the Franators and the Lisflends back in control to stop the chaos.
As the end of the War of Linaus ended, an uneasy tension lingered for many years that kept building on and on. Many had thought hope was lost when Tamers were pitted against each other and died, whether from injury or the loss of their dragons. After a century passed, no Franators nor Lisflends were seen. Worst of all without the Franators, the world is left in torn pieces.
Years passed, dragons slowly disappeared from mind as history started taking in place that we read at school. Dragons have been killed for sport and almost hunted until extinction. Some sympathetic citizens decided to capture dragons and put them in zoos to save the, from extinction. So they did, the dragons were sadly and quite forcefully barred from their natural world Suddenly everything snapped, dragons roared through cities, stamping on houses and buildings until they were leveled onto the ground. Soldiers that were foolish enough to fight the dragons were one by one killed.
One by one, the dragons escaped back to their homeland, fuming at the thought of the being captured. An uneasy feeling continued as both worlds cried out for the Lisflends and the long forgotten Franators to come back to bring back the peace again.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 11:56 AM | Message # 3001 |
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| Milly
I sat up. "What was that?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 11:58 AM | Message # 3002 |
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| One head perks up, and takes in his surroundings.
Field. Field. Field. Some trees. A castle, surrounded by a settlement...
His tail swipes back and forth, snapping grass stalks. The other head stays down, as the dragon focuses on the tower. What is there to see...?
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:04 PM | Message # 3003 |
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Milly
I untangled myself from Collin and walked towards the window.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:09 PM | Message # 3004 |
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| At this point, he raised his second head to the castle.
He could smell from here other dragons. They had been here, lived here.
Nothing good comes from humans. In the end, everything falls apart for them.
Both heads raised to full height. Humans and dragons...Working together...?
What bewitchery...The Nerve! What sensible dragon would ever be "Tamed" or "cultivated"?
Dragons represent FREE SPIRIT. And Matra Naui will not stand for dragon slavery.
Or has it been That Long since I have left the forest, he mused. Can I be the only un-tamed dragon on this world?
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:16 PM | Message # 3005 |
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| Milly walked to the window, peering out. The guards and their dragons hadn't stirred, most everyone was still sleeping, but Milly swore she had heard something in the fields. If only she had a dragon she would investigate but that was not so. She sat in the window, gazing out dejectedly. Queen and yet weak and dragon less. She could barely pick up a sword...and if anyone found out how her health was tied to the land...her position was precarious.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:20 PM | Message # 3006 |
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| Where was this?
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Matra approached the castle wall, leaving mighty footprints in his wake.
He was going to get to the bottom of this.
He knew that most humans were asleep by this time. He didn't expect much from the sleepy castle in terms of resistance to his probing.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:24 PM | Message # 3007 |
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| A dark shape moved in the distance. Milly paused her thoughts, straightening to see. It was...a dragon. Enormous, bigger than the biggest. Milly stood. Enormous and heading for her castle. It would trample her people.
Milly pulled on a robe and slipped into the candle-lit hallway, running for the wall. Her bare feet made slapping sounds against the tile as she ran.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:27 PM | Message # 3008 |
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| Noises. Thin noises.
What classifies a noise as thin? Matra wasn't sure.
All he knew was that he has described things like that for as long as he could remember.
He remembered a lot.
He stopped at the main castle wall, but his neck continued, taking both heads down into the castle courtyard.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:31 PM | Message # 3009 |
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| Milly made her way outside. Why were no guards responding. Oh she couldn't worry about that now. She stepped out into the cold, her toes pinched with the icy air. His heads...so enormous. Fear stopped her in the doorway. Think, Milly. Think.
Milly stepped forward and sank towards the ground in a bow. "Welcome, Lord Dragon, to my Kingdom."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:39 PM | Message # 3010 |
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| Suddenly, his eyes fell on a small human female, standing there. This was not planned for.
He listened.
He looked down upon the female. His human was a bit rusty, but he could make her words out.
He replied with a chuckle that lightly shook the castle foundations.
"Lord dragon? I am no such thing, but even so, I thank you dearly for your...warm welcome."
One head lifted up to look around her "Kingdom", the other stayed down.
"This is your kingdom? Quite impressive for a human of your age."
The other head began to snake around the castle towards the dragon stable.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:43 PM | Message # 3011 |
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| It was like boulders falling on her ears. His voice shook her soul.
"My father has recently died in an attack. I took his place as ruler," she explained quietly, watching the moving head. "For what do we have the pleasure of your presence?" She queried.
The cold was sinking to her bones and she wished she had brought something warmer. She may be tied to the country, but she was born naturally puny. She clenched her fists to brace against the cold.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:50 PM | Message # 3012 |
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| "I have spent years...Many years, resting, biding my time. It has been only recently that I have been introduced to this...modern world. I am curious. Why are there dragons, resting peacefully in pens, like horses of old? In my time..."
His eyes looked up in thought, reminiscing on how dragons ruled the land.
He had been trying his best not to breath in or out too heavily, for unforeseen consequences might arise, but a warm, mild gust of dragon air exited his nostrils.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 12:57 PM | Message # 3013 |
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| Milly's eyes shut as the warmth washed across her. She smiled and looked at him. "War. Through war we bonded and became friends with the dragons. They sleep in pens because we have yet to build housing and places big enough for them. We do not keep your brethren as pets but as companions. They choose us, not us them." She said, hoping not to anger him. He was kind enough, and nobody had yet to wake. If Nat knew...oh she would go crazy.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:03 PM | Message # 3014 |
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| "War."
He saw the fire again.
"It shudders the mind, war. I have no taste for unnecessary bloodshed."
Friends. What a strange concept. He spent a few seconds mulling over the term of a "friend."
"They choose you...That is most remarkable."
The other head arrives back from it's trip to the pens.
"Who is your...Companion Dragon?"
Those 2 words in the same sentence still sounded alien.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:07 PM | Message # 3015 |
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| Milly's heart sank at the question and her gaze drifted away.
"I have not been chosen."
Words that her lips had so often shaped still hurt. Her father's looks of disappointment, the pity of people's gazes, dozens of images that still plagued her dreams to this day. She couldn't guess the reason why she hadn't been picked. Possibly her fragility? Maybe her ghostly appearance? She didn't know and she had stopped hoping long ago.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:16 PM | Message # 3016 |
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| One of the heads looked down at the ground.
"A shame."
An idea. They were all afraid. What sensible dragon would want to carry the most important person available on it's back? With so many high expectations...Could they take the stress...
"Are there chances, in the future...for you to be elected for a companion?"
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:19 PM | Message # 3017 |
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| Milly looked at him again. "I'm always available. It just depends on the dragon to claim," she said quietly.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:25 PM | Message # 3018 |
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| "You will be chosen...eventually. Ruling a kingdom of this size, must certainly mean that...fortune abounds."
He took a second to look closer at the girl, analyzing her.
"You are not much of a...warrior, are you?" He said, one of his heads reaching back up over his own body to look behind him.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:28 PM | Message # 3019 |
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| Milly felt small beneath his gaze: scrutinized.
"No, I am not," she answered. She was no warrior, she was an artist, a musician...she could identify any plant, she could plan any strategy, but she could not fight.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:37 PM | Message # 3020 |
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| "Hmmm...an ancient saying...The pen is mightier than ...the sword, indeed."
The other head searched along the scales of his side. Too big, too big...
"Of coarse, during your rule, others may...disagree with your... non-violent standards."
The head found a scale in the others upper neck. The mouth grabbed on lightly, and pulled.
With a faint "crack", the scale was removed by the head. Right in front of her eyes, another scale pushed in, taking it's place among the legion of others.
The head placed the scale as close as he could put it to her. It landed on the ground, clunking.
"I have found, in times of...great interest, that my scales prove to be quite... durable."
Matra's scale was about the size of her lower body, yet quite light. It still had a dull, yet metallic green shine, and had an aura that it had seen times long past.
"A grand shield...For a grand ruler...Protect yourself."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:43 PM | Message # 3021 |
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| Milly blinked a few times in surprise. It had just grew back...almost instantly. Regenerative...she knelt and picked up the scale, still warm.
"I thank you." She bowed slightly. It was a beautiful offering. "My country will not let me talk my way out of attacks. So I thank you." It was a step closer.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:50 PM | Message # 3022 |
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| "Your country... needs to change. You... already have."
The heads smiled.
"In all my time... roaming the earth...You are the... first... I've seen who has not either... tried to kill me, or...groad me into the location of my... gold stash. The world... will change with you. I... see promise."
One of the heads looked over to the place where the scale had been pulled from. There was no trace of injury.
"I am...an old, old dragon...A Mountain Hydra."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 1:56 PM | Message # 3023 |
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| The world has changed...Milly looked down at the scale in her hands and then back to the dragon. "No one has seen your kind in at least 100 years.." She said. Her curiosity was getting the better of her as her eyes swept across him. If anything, she loved to learn...and a species presumed extinct...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:00 PM | Message # 3024 |
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| "One hundred years...Since my kind has been spotted by yours...I assume, Given that you...humans are sublime observers and... calculators..."
He looked down into the snow with one head. To the stars with another.
"I must be one... of the last of my... kind."
Loss. He was used to loneliness, but not loss...loss on this scale.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:02 PM | Message # 3025 |
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| "Of the mountain hydras, yes," she said quietly. She senses great loss in his tone and respectfully sat before him, watching. She adjusted her skirt so the ground wasn't as cold beneath her and settled to wait.
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