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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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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:07 PM | Message # 3026 |
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| He thought.
"Well...What happened to...my kind, human?"
He almost already knew the answer, deep in his stony heart.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:11 PM | Message # 3027 |
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| Milly was quiet for a minute. "The war was the end for them. Humans are viscous creatures, blood list runs as much through their veins as blood. I'm sorry," she said quietly.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:20 PM | Message # 3028 |
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| Fire burns the toughest of hides. He looked over to his shoulder. One single scale has black marks.
"We did not go without...Without a fight." He said. "I know...this."
"Every one of us...Was a target. 'the unkillable...hydra of the mountain!', said...they. 'gold...hidden in vaults underground!'...they say."
His tail flicked sharply on the other side of the wall, slashing grass.
"Some of my kind...Were monsters. 50 heads...breathing fire...growing more...carnage. A dark...Time."
He felt, deep inside, burning hatred. But he calmed himself.
"This is...Why you are here. To stop...This. To start...peace. To end...War."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:52 PM | Message # 3029 |
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| Milly was quiet, slightly scared of his anger. "The war has ended between us. But another one has started, and it took his and (oh god, cant remember his name)'s life...my uncle started it."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 2:58 PM | Message # 3030 |
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| (You have NO IDEA how close I am to quoting fallout.)
"More...War."
This is quite illogical.
"What is...This one centred around?" He asked, curious.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:01 PM | Message # 3031 |
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| Milly sighed quietly. "Power hungry fiends. My uncle wants this throne. It's quite unnecessary, and I will never let him have it."
(I've almost quoted Hunger Games three times now.)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:04 PM | Message # 3032 |
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| Natalie
I grumbled a curse as I hurried out. "what the..." I stop to a skid when I saw Milly and the. "oh my goodness."
Collin
I hurried out after her, breathless.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:10 PM | Message # 3033 |
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| "Power. Wealth. Respect. War Never changes.
"I feel sorry...for you, little one. The life of...A human is filled with...Dangers an old dragon like... me may never face.
"With that...Attitude, and with...your leadership, your success...Is made all the more probable."
The old dragon inside him was sleepy. He tried not to let that show, but sadly, one of his other heads fell asleep while he wasn't looking.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:12 PM | Message # 3034 |
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| Milly ignored her friends. "My father kept a chamber inside for his dragon, and it is large enough for you, would you like to rest their? It's the least I could do for your kindness," she asked, holding out her hand above his snout. She did not touch, only he could initiate that.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:17 PM | Message # 3035 |
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| Natalie
I watched as I slowly approached.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:20 PM | Message # 3036 |
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| He pressed one of his snouts into the hand, gently. A sign of respect.
"Thank you for...Your hospitality, but...I feel that outside is ...more suitable. I can rest...With the stars above my head.
"After all," He said, "If one of my kind does not wish to be found...He is not found."
He felt his aura gather. Mountain dragons may, if the situation provides, make themselves just so that the human eye just seems to...slide away, or find it unpleasant to stare at it, staying just in the blind spot. Unless you know what to look for, it works. Maybe It's the way the scales shine, maybe it's the light, but the dragon retracts his heads back over the wall, and is gone.
(BRB)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:23 PM | Message # 3037 |
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| Milly turned to Collin and Natalie and the effort it took to stay stable and alert swept over her. Her legs trembled and she collapsed into Collin, the scale bouncing away on the ground, unharmed.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:24 PM | Message # 3038 |
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| Natalie
"is that who I think it was?"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:25 PM | Message # 3039 |
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| Collin
"come on, you need to get inside."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:26 PM | Message # 3040 |
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| Milly nodded to Nat and held onto Collin. "So...tired..."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 3:30 PM | Message # 3041 |
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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 # 3042 |
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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 # 3043 |
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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 # 3044 |
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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 # 3045 |
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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 # 3046 |
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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 # 3047 |
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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 # 3048 |
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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 # 3049 |
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| Milly
"For a shield."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 15.July.13, 5:38 PM | Message # 3050 |
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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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