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Dragon Tamers
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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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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:30 PM | Message # 3026 |
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| Collin
"you should have slept." I chided.
Nat
"I...never seen one before."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:32 PM | Message # 3027 |
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| Milly
"I didn't know if he was hostile or not,"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:36 PM | Message # 3028 |
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| Collin
"Milly, you're the Queen. let someone else do the job." I remnded.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:37 PM | Message # 3029 |
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| Milly
"They would've killed him with the amount of rouges lately!"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:46 PM | Message # 3030 |
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| Collin
I sighed. "let's get you inside."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:47 PM | Message # 3031 |
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| Milly
I nodded. "Nat, keep that scale safe."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:54 PM | Message # 3032 |
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| Nat
"you got a what?...YOU GOT HIS SCALE?!"
Collin
"come on."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 4:16 PM | Message # 3033 |
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| Deep in the fields, beyond the castle walls, ancient, guttural singing is heard, music from a bygone era.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:19 PM | Message # 3034 |
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| Milly
"For a shield."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:38 PM | Message # 3035 |
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| The Mountain Hydras sung.
It was a sight to behold. A guttural roaring as they greet a visitor, vast scores, encompassing life, death, and loss.
Multiple individuals would get solos, and roar their hearts out.
The Mountain Hydras. The Singing Stones.
And the last of their kind sings, low and deep, about loss, suffering, and war.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:38 PM | Message # 3036 |
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| Natalie
I examined the scale. "I thought their species were long gone."
Collin
I cleared my throat. "Milly, you're cold."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:42 PM | Message # 3037 |
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| (oh and one more thing. *ahem* NUMBERS!)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:44 PM | Message # 3038 |
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| Milly
"Let's go in."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:50 PM | Message # 3039 |
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| Collin
I placed my jacket over her shoulders. "mhm." I nodded, leading her.
Natalie
I followed them in, still staring at the scale shield.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:54 PM | Message # 3040 |
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| Milly
I walked with him. "Can you hear the singing?"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:02 PM | Message # 3041 |
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| (o.o no response?)
Collin
I nodded. "it's beautiful and sad."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:03 PM | Message # 3042 |
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| Milly
I looked out the window.
(Sorry.)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:03 PM | Message # 3043 |
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| The singing continued throughout the night.
It remained at a melancholy pace, until silence fell.
Even the immortal must sleep.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:17 PM | Message # 3044 |
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| (looks like that's a ts.)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:18 PM | Message # 3045 |
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| (Sure!)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:19 PM | Message # 3046 |
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| (Indeed. TS)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:31 PM | Message # 3047 |
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| (CHOCOLATE EVERYWHERE. WHOOOOO!!!!!)
Natalie
After waking up, I stuck my nose in a book, hoping to learn more of the mountain hydras.
Collin
Since it was a beautiful day, I was outside, enjoying the weather.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:37 PM | Message # 3048 |
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| A dragon at day is more visible than a dragon at night under any circumstance.
Matra holed up in a valley for the night that seemed to just about fit his form. He might take the small female one up on her offer.
A single head pokes out of the terrain, scanning and looking...
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:41 PM | Message # 3049 |
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| Milly was in the courtyard, painting quietly what she had seen last night. The colors were rich and deep as they flowed from beneath her brush. The day was nice and overcast, not too hot nor too cold.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 6:44 PM | Message # 3050 |
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| Food. He hungers.
The neck extended to full length over the plain to try and find a nearby piece of livestock...a goat, a cow...a fox or chicken...
The aura still flows, although he is getting tired of it. Soon he will have to drop his visage. Much better than turning invisible....
Aha! A stray chicken! No identifying marks, ribbons or collars...
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