Kyo

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  1. His paws lightly treaded through the crinkly floor of the lush, green forest, it’s ancient trees stretching upwards, the branches decorated with full, green leaves. A brilliant, almost blinding, white light shone through the gaps, sparkling particles of dust illuminated in their beams. The wolf was coated in snow white fur, with keen blueish grey eyes focused forward. The white wolf moved carefully, but with purpose as he weaved through the trees, over the old, risen roots and passing through the gaps of the bushes, which were decorated with red berries. A soft breeze moved with him, and the leaves in the trees shook with delight. Wading through a shallow river, the wolf scaled the bank and examined the upturned and broken trees ahead. Something had torn itself them, pained and confused. The wolf followed the path of destruction and emerged in a small clearing, with bright light shining down upon the form of an enormous creature, it’s scales like a black ink, adorned with spikes and barbs. It’s wings lay in tatters as the creature lay flat across the ground, it’s body detracting and expanding rhythmically, each breath a chore. The wolf approached the tortured creature, the black dragon. The dragon’s eyes opened wide, and alert as it scanned the wolf. However it quickly grew too tired for even that much, and it’s gaze fell lazily away from the wolf, staring blankly off in to the distance. The white wolf carefully circled the dragon, examining it’s form. It’s scales were scarred in places, with fresher wounds elsewhere that wept with blood. Most notably though, were the thick, black iron chains that were coiled around it, restricting it from movement. The dragon’s expression was deeply troubled, it’s eyes so full of fear. The wolf wondered how such a creature could have fear of anything in this world. But as if to answer the wolf’s wonderings, the sky began to rumble and bang with fury. Dark clouds were forming quickly, devouring the warm light in mere moment. The chains around the dragon began to tighten of their own accord, constricting the creature. It’s eyes once more became alert, and full of terror. Then from the sky came a thunderous, booming, female voice. “Ashok Val Morghar! Gurog Shala Noshtur!†The dragon let out a stifled moan, and the white wolf reared back, his tail pointing straight out, lowering it’s front and snarling, it’s teeth fully exposed and an angry, and terrifying look in it’s eyes. The dragon’s eyes lit up, emanating ethereal flames of a sinister green. The dragon suddenly became calm, composed. It no longer seemed troubled by it’s wounds, and lifted it’s head from the ground. It turned and cast it’s ominous stare over the white wolf. The commanding voice returned, but this time it came from the dragon itself. “Val a roshvek urukma gor…Alfar!†Krios’ eyes opened and he shot up in his bed with a start. His bare olive skin was a stark contrast to the pure white sheets that still covered his lower half. The room he was in was small, and minimalist, with grey stone brick walls, and dark wood supports. There was a small bed side table to his right, but there was nothing on it. His clothes and weapons were nowhere to found. Confused he rose from the bed, letting the silk sheets fall to the floor. He went to walk from the room, when the door opened and a stout young woman dressed in a skirt and overalls stepped in with a tray, which unceremoniously crashed to the floor as the woman surveyed Krios stood naked as the day he was born, apart from clean bandages wrapped around his chest. “Ah! S-so sorry, s-sir.†She stammered as she began to pick up the tray and placed the various things back on it. “I did not expect you to be…up?†She said as her gaze descended further south. Krios frowned and looked around the room once more. “Where is my sword? And my clothes?†He asked. “Oh we took them away when you fell asleep.†The woman replied. “We have to keep the place tidy. Don’t worry they are all um…oh where are they?...Oh! Right here!†the maid finally realised that she had been carrying his clothes on the tray, all neatly folded. “I forgot…that was why I came in here.†“Good, thank you.†Krios replied as he snatched the clothing from her and unfolding it. He examined his tunic, it looked different somehow. He sniffed it and frowned. “What did you do to my clothes?†He asked. “Um…†the maid looked a little confused. “We…washed them?†“Why?†Krios demanded. “They were covered in dirt and blood.†The maid said. Krios sighed before beginning to dress himself. “I don’t see why you had to soak them in lavender. It’s a disgusting smell.†He grumbled. “Better than wet dog…†the maid muttered in response. “Your things are down stairs. Lord Dumont is sitting for breakfast, you may as well join him.†“Good. I will.†Krios said as he pulled on his boots, and then finally tied the white sash around his waist. He left the woman to tidy the room and went down the winding stone stairs of the keep and found himself once again in the presence of Lord Dumont. “Ah, so the hero finally awakens.†Dumont said with a warm smile. “Come my friend, eat with me. You certainly deserve it.†“For doing what exactly?†Krios asked as he sat at the table and snatched a bread roll from one of the baskets and took a bite. “You didn’t strike as the modest type.†Dumon said. “You have saved Amerus, I am very grateful. Everyone is, in fact.†“The whole hunt was a failure. The dragon still lives.†Krios replied. “19 men and women died…and for nothing.†“Please, Krios, the dragon’s wounds were surely fatal. It fled in to the mountains to die alone, surely?†Dumont asked. “Perhaps.†Krios replied. “But they can be surprisingly resilient. Also…there seems to be more to this. I have only just awoken from dreamsight and what I have discovered is…troubling.†“Dreamsight? What is that? A premonition?†Dumont asked, putting down his food. “I am no Seer, Dumont†Krios replied. “Dreamsight is…a remnant of our ancestors I suppose. When Agrinians take the blood ritual, we awaken our senses. It allows us to see that which is often overlooked, and in to the hearts of those we look upon, both man and beast. Sometimes what we see is too complex to understand at the time. Soon after we will enter a Dreamsight. In our dream we become our true self, in my dreams I am a white wolf. The dreams play out a scenario, and from it we can come to understand that which we have seen in the past.†Krios took another bite of his bread and stopped to chew it, and swallowed. “In my dream I encountered the dragon. It was shackled and weak, readying for death.†Krios explained. “But then…a voice called out to the dragon, a voice that caused the creature great pain and fear. It spoke in a tongue I do not understand. However the meaning is clear…something is out there that has struck fear in to that creature.†“But what could possibly scare a dragon?†Dumont asked. “What indeed…†Krios mused. “Whatever it is…it has a hold over this creature. What’s more I know where it is headed.†“You intend…to follow it? On your own?†Dumont shook his head. “You have a death wish my friend, it cannot be done.†“All the same, I cannot allow it to end like this.†Krios replied. “I will honour my brothers and sisters by ending this. Or die trying.†“…I must say I didn’t realise your people were so righteous.†Dumont said, a smile returning to his face. “but I am afraid you cannot leave just yet.†“And why is that?†Krios asked. “Maugrim left this morning with Shak’ti.†Dumont said flatly. “They went hunting with some of the locals. They should be back by nightfall.†“Damn…well then I guess I’m stuck here for now.†Krios resigned. “Well don’t worry, friend. You will be well looked after while you’re here. It’s the least I can do.†Dumont said as he stood up. “Oh that reminds me. Your pay…†Dumont reached below the table and pulled a heavy pouch of coin out from under it, and placed it on the table. “There’s enough there to buy a nice house, or tour the whore houses for three months and drink all the wine you can hold. Whichever you prefer.†Krios shook his head. “I have no need for coin. Although…†Krios thought for a moment. “How fares Syl? I’d like to see him, and Ondine too.†“Last I heard he was in bad shape…but he will live.†Dumont replied. “He’s being kept at the healer’s home. I think Ondine is out wandering the town as well.†“Thank you.†Krios said as he got up. “I will speak with them.†He took the pouch from the table. “They will no doubt have more use for this than I.†“Again you surprise me, Krios.†Dumont said. “I hope that you find what you seek.†“I will, I have no doubt of that.†Krios replied finally, before leaving the keep in search of Syl and Ondine.
  2. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Rhyming confuses me i suppose.
  3. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    uh...yeah I have no idea.
  4. The agony of her wounds had sent the dragon in to a frenzy. With a tremendous roar she thrashed, tearing up the binding roots from the ground beneath in a maelstrom of tooth and scale. Once more a tremendous screech followed by another incendiary blaze that lit up the earth at her feet. Caught in the struggle, Ondine was indeed in great danger. However fate smiled upon her as filthy paws tread the dirt, the worgs had regrouped, at least those that still lived, each with their rider intact. Of the 20 that had stormed in to battle, only 5 remained. Leading the charge, Krios let out a triumphant roar. “The beast is wounded! Now is the time!†Krios called to his remaining riders. “Shak’ti! Make sure she does not learn the taste of Orc!†“Got it!†Came the response from his right. Shak’ti tugged on Kobi’s fur and the wolf pulled off from the pack, while the remaining riders notched their arrows, and loosed them on the dragon. It’s menacing eyes latched on them, so full of pain and unbridled fury. With vicious hiss another stream of fire escaped her maw, spraying across the sky and descending on the riders. “Disengage!†Krios roared, but the dragons reaction had been too quick. The heat scorched his back as he narrowly escaped the fate his fellow riders had met behind him. He faultered for but a moment. He had lost all of them, only Shak’ti and himself remained. But now was not the time for grieving the fallen. Kobi slid to a halt as Shak’ti leapt from it’s back, landing next to Ondine, and with a single fluid movement she had grabbed the orc and dragged her to her feet. She with Kobi’s help she managed to pick Azu up from the dirt as well. Frantically she hurried Ondine on to her mount. “You’ve fought well, but now is not the time to die!†She yelled as she smacked Azu’s behind sharply. “Go! Take your friend to safety!†She demanded of the creature, who did not need to be asked twice. Despite it’s exhaustion, the noble Terabou bounded off, carrying Ondine with her. Shak’ti grinned and leapt back on to Kobi’s back, sprinting away from the dragon and circling around it. Kobi sprinted across the field as Krios kept the beast’s eyes on him. However in the worgs haste it had drawn to close to the tail, which whipped across his route. Shak’ti moved on to her feet on the worg’s back, and with a kick of her legs she leapt, the jagged tail cutting through the space between her and Kobi, only narrowly avoid her flesh. As she cleared the danger she fell back on to Kobi, and scrambled to balance herself once more. She tugged on Kobi’s fur again and the worg moved to run parrelel to the dragon. Once again Shak’ti got to her feet and pushed off from Kobi, landing clumsily on the top of the dragon’s hing leg, but gripped tightly and pulled herself up, and immediately in to a sprint along it’s back. As she ran she drew the short axe from her side and leapt at the creatures neck with a mighty roar, she brought the axe down on the creature’s neck and it flailed in pain, tossing her to the dirt. Caked in mud she pushed herself to her feet, but the dragon had already set it’s sights on her. It’s head lunged at her like a whip, a row of razor sharp teeth pointed her way. A smirk crossed her face. So this was how it would end for her. She could accept this much. However a mass of fur obscured her view as Kobi lunged to her defence, his body caught in the dragon’s jaw, and it yelped as the black terror bit down and punctured it’s hide. “K-Kobi!†Shak’ti screamed, her world spinning out of focus. The dragon shook it’s head back and forth before tossing the worg to the ground, where it lay helplessly. Then with a final heave the dragon finally tore the roots away from underneath it. She was free now, and she bounded away from the worg and his partner, who had fallen to her knees at Kobi’s side. Spreading it’s wings out, the dragon prepared to take flight, but instead her gaze fell upon her one remaining foe. Maugrim snarled furiously as it stared off the dragon. Krios descended from his partners back, his eyes fixed on the dragon, striding forward slowly and with purpose. “Maugrim, Shak’ti needs you right now.†He said to his old friend. “Go.†Without question the wolf obeyed Krios on this occasion, sensing this was a time to trust his partner. The wolf sprinted off as Krios drew drew his sword with a sharp screech of the metal cutting through the air, causing the dragon to stay focused on him. The crimson sheen of the blade reflected starkly against the bright lights of the burning field. The dragon seemed transfixed by this phenomenon and took pause, assessing the figure that stood before him. "Look at you...such an awesome creature..." he said to the beast, "But many of your kind of fallen to this blade...come on then! Let's see who is the true predator among us!" Krios yelled the last part, and the dragon responded with a vicious snarl, rearing back, prepared to attack. A mad grin spread across Krios' face as he twirled the blade in his hand, testing his grip. The dragon let out another blood curdling roar and bounded forward, a cascade of flames jetting out of it's mouth. Krios went at a sprint, diving to avoid the fire and closing the gap. The dragon lunged at him, it's teeth bared for the kill. Krios swung his blade upwards, clipping her mouth and causing her to screech and lash out again. Krios rolled along the dirt to avoid the strike, and brought his blade to the creature again, causing it to yelp in pain. Krios held his arms out, his chest puffed out like a gladiator in an arena. "Is this all you have!? You'll have to do better than that, beastie!" He called out, "I am no insignificant creature that you can squash and discard! I am Agrinian! Do you hear me you fucking monster!? Oh great calamity! I will not be fucking ignored!" Krios began to spit at every utterance, his rage boiling his blood and finally surfacing. The dragon hissed in response, before lunging once more. Krios leapt, his anger bringing him untold strength as he took a dive to the left and rolled once more, making a run for under the creature's belly. The coiling neck followed him and a let of flame erupted from it's throat and blanketed the ground, chasing him rapidly. In the nick of time he reached the creatures leg and leapt, scaling it to avoid the flames. However the dragon, with a single beat of it's wing, brought a gust of air down upon him so intense that it knocked him clear from the leg and through the air. He twisted his body and held his sword aloft in his hands, as he descending on the creatures neck he drove it straight downwards, piercing even the tough scales on the top of it's neck. The Dragon wailed in pain, it's neck thrashing about, throwing Krios from him. He crashed to the ground, sword still in hand. He got to his feet quickly but as he did he saw the dragon's head coming for him, low to the ground and weaving towards him like a snake. The head tilted as the teeth opened, and they were almost around him by the time he had the presence of mind to move. He leapt once more, the teeth closing around him. By but a hair he avoided the jaws as they snapped shut, and he landed at it's side with a forward roll. Immediately he swung his sword, a horizontal slash across the side of her face, and then he lunched, piercing the blade straight through the part of her neck under her jaw, which was swollen like it was full with liquid. The dragon became silent, only it's loud snorting breath heaving through her nostrils remained. Her reptilian eye darted towards Krios, but she remained still. The Agrinian looked at the fierce creature, that had all of a sudden become so still. She knew what he had done, after all they were such smart creatures. "This is the end for you I'm afraid. Though it's fair to say you've took more from me than I you." Krios said to the creature. And with a final cry of rage he tore the blade from the dragon, and a dark liquid began to pour from the wound. A thick oil substance. The very thing that fuelled her flames. He turned his back to the creature, she was not dead but she was defeated. With her fire gone and the heavy wounds she sustained, she was beaten. However, as Krios soon learned, vengeance is a far more powerful motivator than logic and well being. The dragon hissed again, and the sparks on the roof of her mouth cracked. A Jet of flame erupted in her mouth, but with her gland punctured, the fuel erupted with a violent burst. The blast knocked Krios forwards and clean off his feet, before he feel in to the dirt with force, and heard a crack. The nearby flames were hot on his skin, and the pained wails of the dragon seemed distant, and echoed inside his mind. He felt dazed and confused, a pounding in his head matched with the rhythmic sounds of wings beating. A black mass flew over his eyeline, and the roars became more and more distant. He felt it fading away. All of it fading. Cold crept in. Darkness. Nothingness. And then as if it had only been mere seconds, it all came rushing back. Krios shot up in the dirt to the sound of snarling and barking. He coughed, finally feeling the effects of the smoke he was inhaling. He stood up, and felt a pain in the side of his chest. Most likely he had broken a rib or two. He slowly stumbled through the pockets of burning grass. Dumont's soldiers had poured on to the battlefield, but the dragon was nowhere to be seen. He followed the sound of the snarling worg to it's source, clutching his ribs as he walked. The midnight worg stood protectively over Syl's unconscious form, shielding him from the encroaching soldiers that she perceived as a threat. As one tried to approach from her side to pull Syl to safety she lashed out, snapping at the man who yelped and stumbled back out of the way. Her deep, rumbling growl was like thunder to their ears. Movement alerted her to a new threat until she saw that it was Krios approaching. Despite his status, her lips curled back and her yellow eyes seemed as wild as the fires that surrounded her. As Krios neared her, she took a step back but did not retreat. Her snarling intensified and she lowered herself tight to the ground, as though she was ready to leap. "Akela!" Krios cried, his voice low and authoritative. He eyed the worg who appeared fearful and apprehensive. It was Skarra's companion, and by the way she was acting Krios knew Skarra had fallen to the dragon. He sighed, approaching slowly but the worg continued to snarl at him. Clearly it was distraught. However a familiar low, warning growl emanated from behind him. Maugrim's giant form padded along from his right, taking the lead, eyeing it's kin with a it's light blue eyes. It stood tall with a dominant presence, it's tail raised in the air. It gave another short bark aimed at Akela. Maugrim's bark resonated through the burning fields, silence following it. The soldiers remained still, and Akela slowly stepped back, still baring her fangs until she was beside Syl. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, ran a tongue out over the side of her nose and at last, rested her head upon the ground. Watching with wary eyes as the soldiers finally approached cautiously. Krios approached Syl, and grimaced at the sight. He crouched down to get a closer look, but it did not look any better. He breathed a heavy sigh and looked over the Alfar's face and body. He was breathing but unconscious, and his burns were bad. Growing somewhat uncomfortable all of a sudden he stood again and turned to one of the soldiers. "See to his wounds. Quickly." Krios ordered. "If you allow him to die, Akela will likely rip your face off. She's trusting you...so save him." and with that Krios stepped back from Syl's body, turning away and staring off in to the distance. He had not anticipated Syl to get injured. How could that have been? Krios knew the dangers better than anyone, and yet he felt responsible for this somehow. "Have your men look for an Orc, Ondine. I know she's alive, she can't have been carried far." Krios walked off to continue the search himself, but he felt the soft nip of teeth at his arm as Maugrim pulled on him. "What is it?" he asked of his partner. The worg looked searchingly in to his eyes but did not utter a sound. Krios could feel the sadness in Maugrim's heart, and a sense of urgency. "Shak'ti...and Kobi." Krios said finally. "Come, show me." And with that he took off on Maugrim's back, tearing across the scorched lands once more. Finally after a short sprint, Maugrim slowed as he approached the mass of white fur that was illuminated in the raging fires. He got off of the worg and Maugrim took off ahead of him, stopping at Kobi's body and dropping down, nudging at his head and neck. As he arrived Krios noticed Shak'ti lying with her body draped across Kobi's fur. A soft but rapid breathing pulsed across the worg's body. Krios knelt down, wrapping his arms around Shak'ti and placing one hand on Kobi, feeling his short and sharp breaths. "Krios..." Shak'ti whispered through short breaths. She was crying. "...He's not going to make it...is he?" Krios looked to Maugrim, who was continuing to nudge and lick Kobi, trying to comfort him as best he could. Krios sighed and pulled Shak'ti tighter to his chest. "I don't think so." He replied finally. "It's my fault!" Shak'ti snapped through her cries of anguish. "I shouldn't have..." "Shak'ti...do not blame yourself. You and Kobi are one...you both would do the same for one another." "But now...now he's..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Krios ran his fingers through the worgs fur, which was soaked with blood. "He's in pain." Krios said to her. "He shouldn't suffer any more." "No...Krios please...we might be able to-" "Shak'ti..." Krios cut her off. He reached for his belt and drew a dagger from it. "We are miles from the nearest town. He is suffering needlessly. To end it for him is the kindest thing we can do." Shak'ti physically shook, her grief rattling through her entire body. With a harsh gulp she held out her hand. "I will do it then...it has to be me." "No." Krios replied. "I am this pack's Alpha. It is my burden. Go...say goodbye to him." Slowly Shak'ti pulled herself up, shuffling along the ground and resting next to Kobi's head. The worg's dark eyes looked searchingly in to hers. She leaned in, her hand over his jaw, her eyes locked on his. She smiled softly, as tears streamed down her face. Fighting back the urge to cry out, she gently rubbed the side of his jaw. "It's okay...hey...it's okay" she whispered as she continued to look longingly in to his dark, soulful eyes. "...you're my brave man...you saved me, Kobi" her voice stammered as she took another heavy sigh. As she did, Krios gently leaned over Kobi, placing the blade firmly against his neck. For a moment the worg looked panicked, but Shak'ti willed him to keep his eyes on her. "...Goodbye, my heart...my soul..." Shak'ti leaned forward, hugging herself against Kobi, Krios took a deep breath, and then he pulled the blade across as quickly as he could. The worg tensed for but a moment, and then it became so still. "...my friend!" Shak'ti cried, finally allowing her emotions to flow out freely, as she buried her face in the worgs fur, crying out in to the night. Krios wrapped his arms around her once more. Maugrim stood up, giving a soft, mournful whine. Then he nuzzled his nose against Shak'ti's arm, before finally resting his head upon her, his big blue eyes so full of sorrow. As Shak'ti had lost a part of herself, he had lost a brother. Together they lay in a silent embrace, their pack taken from them, they were all each other had left.
  5. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    In fairness if i had even ab average level of intelligence i probably could have figured it out quicker.
  6. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Yajuu is correct. As for Ice's, initially i felt that it was also a letter solution, or perhaps a number. I assumed initially that the descriptors would indicate where to cut parts of the letter or number away to make new symbols that relate, but I've since disregarded that. I now believe this is similar to a previous riddle involving the removing of letters from a word, which i answered earlier as "heroine". This would be easy if we knew the starter word but that would defeat the purpose. So at the very least i know how to solve the word, based on the methods of the previous riddle. The first hint implies removing the first letter of the solution word. The second letter implies removing the last letter. The third requires removing both sides of what remains. If we follow the same formula this means removing 1 letter on each side. The final implies that it is two less than the original. This makes no sense as a number since we have removed four, not two. So this implies a symbolic number, i.e a roman numeral. So if we know there are at least 5 letters. So 2 less than 5 is 3 or III, which does not work. If there were three IIIs remaining then the total plus the other four we removed would be...seven. Hmm...seven. Seven Remove thw first letter Even - in suppose that is "equal" Remove the last. Eve - this could be be classed as being "2nd" Lets take the last two away V - roman numeral for 5. Seven is two higher than five, but the word is 5 letters and thus fits our process. That took me two fucking hours. And most of that time was spent being completely off base. That kne was hard. Nice easy riddle next plz!
  7. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    For the record nobody has the right answer yet. Also i dunno what Ice's is but i will try to figure it out once i can sit down with a pen and paper. I suppose a hint at mine for people: the answer is a letter.
  8. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    If you throw me from the window, I will leave a grieving wife. Bring me back, but in the door, and You'll see someone giving life! What am I?
  9. On their return to camp Krios and Syl were greeted to a scene of merriment. A blazing bonfire and the songs of his people rang out through the air. The sight of fresh meat was awarded with cheers, and the Agrinians moved quickly to take the hunt’s bountry from Krios and Syl, in order to prepare it for eating. A warm smile spread across Krios’ face, his eyes lit up in the light of the fire. Excitement brimmed up inside him, as the hunt drew ever closer. However before he could join the festivities, his interest was turned to the steady, guttural growl that muddied through the singing and cheering. His gaze fell upon the large, grey form of Maugrim, who emerged from the night and cutting an imposing figure in the harsh light of the fire. Krios’ stance changed swiftly, he lowered himself in to a crouch, his hands held open and in front of him. Maugrim’s growl grew in ferocity, his teeth bared as he padded towards Krios, his tail straight and ridged. The hackles along his back were raised, and the large beast was crouched as he crept forward, poised and ready to strike. Krios mimicked his posture, as best a two legged creature could at least. They circled each other, each gauging the other one intently. Krios did not fear his closest companion, but he was no fool. He did not dare take his sight away from him though. To do so was a mark of extreme disrespect in this instance, an act that would likely have his throat swiftly torn to shreds. Each movement was deliberate and careful, and almost akin to a strange dance. The Agrinians watched with keen interest, but none of them took action. Finally Maugrim had tired of the dance, and bounded forward, pushing off his back legs, his teeth bared and on a route to Krios’ throat. However the hunter was prepared, and ran forwards with an almighty cry, ducking beneath the worg’s raised body, using the strength from his legs to push upwards, tackling the creature from underneath where he could avoid the deadly teeth and claws. Despite it’s extreme size, Krios’ positioning had provided him strength enough to force Maugrim upwards, turning him to the side and crashing in to the ground. The beast rallied quickly however, and as Krios approached it turned round and went for him again, successfully sinking it’s teeth in to the throat and upper shoulder area. Krios dropped lower from the weight pressing on him, but managed to stay on his feet, his arms clutching around the worg’s giant neck, before releasing his grip and hammering the worg in the side of his neck, again and again in the same spot until Maugrim released his grip. Krios’s shoulder and neck area were bleeding, but the wounds were shallow and would cause no lasting damage. Maugrim had paused his aggression, and Krios took the beast’s head in his hands and placed his own forehead in line with Maugrim’s. The pair stood in their embrace for a moment, and became strangely peaceful having had such a fierce exchange prior. Maugrim let out a short, low rumble from his throat and Krios responded by stroking under the worg’s neck and mouth. “I know.†He said to the worg. “…I know.†Then he released Maugrim and turned around once more. The Agrinians went back to doing their thing without another word, and Maugrim padded off to lie down. Krios re-joined Syl and folded his arms. “That’s what happens when you take a stranger hunting with you and leave your worg behind.†Krios explained with a soft smirk. “It is a shared relationship…sometimes I have to be put in my place. After all I am not his Master by any means, but we are bonded forever. That was his way of reminding me of that.†Syl did not respond, but his expression made it clear that the Alfar understood entirely, certainly more than any human ever could. Krios couldn’t help but find Syl incredibly interesting. He was a mysterious creature, when Krios looked within him as only an Agrinian could, he saw both Ice and Fire. Everything about him seemed strange to Krios, and yet Syl seemed to understand him implicitly. He may not have agreed, true enough, but he understood. The exchange was once again cut short by the sound of distant rumbling. This time the entire camp went on alert, searching in to the darkness for the source. Hooves were beating along the ground and growing louder. The clunking and screeching suggested wooden wheels, carts no doubt. Then from the valleys came the flecks of light that illuminated the riders. However this light was no torch flame, but a brilliant light like the sun. The torches had been imbued with this magical light to guide their way. It was clear who approached now, Lord Dumont and his men. Within a few minutes they had reached the camp and slowed their horses. Michael Dumont himself was the first to descend from his steed, dressed once again in his brilliant armour. “Krios, what is the meaning of this?†Dumont asked as he pointed at the bonfire. “Surely a flame such as this will attract the creature here!†“Of course.†Krios replied. “Have you forgotten why we are here, Lord Paladin?†“But what if it comes too soon? It could pick us off in the dark!†Dumont protested. “It won’t. It’ll be here just as the sun is coming up. By that time this fire will be extinguished, and we will be hidden from it’s scent.†Krios explained. “The embers and smoke coat the area, and coat our skin. That smell of fire and ash is all a dragon knows, that smell follows it wherever it goes. But flesh, pink, still fresh and walking around. It’ll find that without a worry. When the dragon arrives it will go for the livestock you’ve brought, but it needs to think that we are no longer here.†“I assume you have a plan then?†Dumont asked. “I do. Get your men settled and meet me by the fire.†Krios said. Syl followed him, and from the corner of his eye Krios spotted Ondine coming back to the camp from somewhere. He caught her eye and waved her over. “Come, you must listen†he said before walking to the fire and taking a seat on the ground. Once Dumont had ordered his men to unpack he joined the group and at last Krios began to speak of his plan. “Preparations will begin shortly so I will keep this as brief as I can†he began, “We will release the livestock near the lake. Then we will hide your horses, your carts and anything else. Dumont, you and your men will hide in the rocks and await my signal. You must stand with them, for without the enchantments you provide their arrows will be useless. Are we clear?†Krios turned to Dumont who had remained standing. He nodded. “You can count on me and my men, friend.†Dumont replied. “With the Light on our side we will drive back the darkness.†“This is no creature born of evil, Dumont.†Krios warned. “But your magic will still be valuable. Now, my men and I will go in to hiding with the worgs in the forests nearby. When I give my signal, Dumont, your men will fire their arrows upon the beast’s back and wings. This will temporarily dissuade it from taking to the air and will allow us to close in. Syl, your task is to bind the dragon as soon as you are in range. Ondine, ride with Syl. I want him concentrating on his task and I need someone to watch his back. You are no doubt the one who will care the most for his welfare, and so I know you will put your heart in to it. When you can, speak to my men. They will show you our formations so that you can move with the pack.†“When grounded a dragon is no easy kill. It will be angry, very angry. It will blast fire from it’s mouth and scorch the landscape. The jets can reach a fair distance and the fire spreads quickly. If you follow our formations you will know the patterns and avoid the fire. It is important that you never stop moving. The moment you stop you are as good as dead. The hardest part is closing the gap, once we get closer the beast will have more in store for us however. Teeth and claws will be the new contenders, and while they are big, they are quicker than you can imagine. Predictable movements will get you killed.†Krios stood up, his gaze staring in to the heart of the bonfire before them. “Dragon scales are impervious to most weapons. Enchantments, enhancements, runes, whatever you have please use it. Ondine, I assume that Glaive is for more than decoration. I feel its power and importance. You should have no trouble cutting the beast if it comes to it. If you get the chance, strike the underbelly, the neck and the throat. This position will also keep you relatively safe from harm. Stay away from it’s head, while it can be cut it poses the most risk to your life. Also watch it’s tail, if that bastard hits you expect to be winded at the least, your ribs shattered at worst.†“And what of my men?†Dumont asked. “I assume we continue the assault from above?†“Yes.†Krios replied. “But when my men reach the dragon, use precision. If my men are killed by a stray fucking arrow it will be on your head. I won’t lie, expect death. I have no doubts that some will suffer that fate. For us…†Krios turned to his comrades who were all busy getting half drunk. “For us death is something we have already accepted, a long time ago. However, if we do this right then many more lives will be saved. And the bounty is…quite considerable. The scales can be used to forge Dragonsteel, I would imagine that’s quite rare in Rhaegal. You should fetch a fair sum should you wish it.†“And what of you?†Dumont asked. “Surely you would not do this without reward?†“Agrinians have no need for coin.†Krios replied. “The hunt itself is a worthy reward. Although…perhaps coin will become necessary in the future for us. Especially if we have to keep coming through Rhaegal.†“I don’t follow†Dumont said, frowning slightly. “I examined the land, I looked through your maps and of the areas where the dragon has been spotted, and I’m afraid this might not be the end of it all. All the movements suggest that this Dragon has moved in from the West. It is not of Agrines.†“That’s not possible. We’d have heard word from Caspar or Avelyn if a dragon had been seen in those regions.†Dumont replied dismissively. “And how long has it been since you’ve heard word from them at all? Avelyn is out in the middle of nowhere. And Caspar belongs to the Merchants Guild, what makes you think they’d have any interest in warning you?†Krios gave an excited grin. “This dragon is from Rhaegal, I’m certain of it.†The last word seemed to have almost cast a spell upon the group. Each had been silenced, and only the sound of the roaring fire could be heard. For what seemed like hours they waited, silently. Then the men began to move. The bonfire was extinguished, the livestock were released and each man and woman took their place. The darkness faded, and the midnight blue turned to a dark crimson shade as the sun began to rise. One the edge of the forest the worgs were stood in wait, the Agrinian riders on their back. At the forefront was Krios, on the back of Maugrim. At his right was Shak’ti riding Kobi. To his left was Ondine and Syl, and scattered around him were the rest of the Agrinians. Krios had barely spoke since the conversation on the previous evening. His eyes looked out on to the open field that would soon become a battleground. He relished these moment, where his fingers were numb and his hairs stood on end. What lay ahead was life or death. Would he die today? He liked to wonder to himself that very question quite often. Perhaps he would charge out and be turned to ash before it even begins. One wrong move, that was all it took. There was a screech from a hawk in the sky. Shak’ti turned to Krios and nodded. “It’s coming.†“Good.†Krios replied. “Stay down and out of sight.†The group complied, their worgs crouching in the to thick brush of the forest, their riders hugging tight to their bodies. There was silence, and a thick tension in the air. For a moment Krios let himself wonder if it was a false alarm. Then he heard the low whistle of wind as wings cut through it. Once again the sky went black. The enormous shadow flew straight over the forest, and out on the field. Still it’s height was too high for them to see it, but the shadow printed on the floor of this summer dawn cut an imposing figure, a giant monster. A harbinger of death. Then came the cry, a deafening, guttural roar that echoed in every corner. The forest shook as animals fled, and the distant screeches of the frightened livestock could be heard. Then the creature descended, and Krios’ eyes lit up. The draconian lizard landed gracefully, it’s black scales shimmering in the rise of the sun. Even at a distance it was an imposing figure, it’s back and front legs were thick and strong, with giant claws that scraped the ground as it walked. It’s tail was long and covered in spines and ridges. The wings were enormous, like constructs of leather and steel, with hooked bone-like claws at the top of each wing, the creatures would use these to cling to the sides of mountains. The dragon’s back and neck featured a series of ridged spikes, and the crown of it’s head was just that, a crown. Bone as hard as steel sat outside of it’s scales, three jagged horns that pointed skywards. The plated worked down it#s snout, and finished with a large spike on his nose, it’s nostrils flared and emitting plumes of smoke. It’s jaw was strong, and the teeth were sharp and menacing. This collosal giant oozed terror and chaos, it was the wrath of nature itself. And yet… “…Strange…†Krios muttered. “What? Is something wrong?†Shak’ti asked. “I’m not sure…it’s nothing. We proceed as planned.†Krios replied. “It’s a real beauty though, isn’t she? Definitely a female, it’s bloody massive. Black scales though…never thought I’d see that.†A grin spread across Krios’ face once more. “Let’s not waste any time. On my mark…†The party were poised to strike. They waited patiently for the right moment, until the time finally came and Krios thrust his arm forward. “Go!†he yelled, and suddenly the worgs shot out of the trees like arrows from a bow. Bounding across the plains, their collective rumbling drew the dragon’s attention. The beast turned from it’s food and locked eyes with them. She let out another blood curdling roar as her wings fanned out. But before she could push off, arrows twinkled in the sky above, raining down on her wings, causing the beast to cry in pain. The worgs drew nearer and the beast crouched down on it’s front legs, then, with a deep breath it blanketed the plains in white hot flames that cut across the grass in an instant. The animals were running around in a panic, but the worgs pressed on, lead by Krios at the front. “Come on Syl…†He growled under his breath, “Don’t disappoint me.â€
  10. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Is it THE VOICES IN MY HEAD!?
  11. Avatar: Reborn from Ash

    Yaozu stepped off of the airship, walking down the ramp with the few other passengers. As he reached the bottom of the ramp he saw a familiar face in the distance, although it was buried in to the confines of the fur coat she was wearing. "She made it..." he said to himself, smiling. As he went to approach her, Juro escaped from inside his jacket and ran off down the path of crushed snow, stopping just short of Fang, cocking his head to the side with a vacant expression. Fang stared down at the little creature with a blank expression, "What?" She muttered. Juro continued to stare at her. "I don't have anything for you." His beady eyes bore into her soul. "Take it!!" She barked, throwing her bag of supplies to the ground and stomping past the little creature. Yaozu laughed a little as Fang approached him. "I see you made it." he said with a smile. "Barely." Fang muttered, looking back at Juro with a scowl before turning back to face the Avatar, "So, let me look at you..." Fang walked up to Yaozu and examined him thoroughly, taking a couple of circles around the boy before she stood back and said at last, "You're short now, but..." Fang sniffed, "You smell less, so..." She shrugged and then a thought occurred to her, "But then I might have a cold..." "Yeah I kinda felt like that the first time I came here." Yaozu replied. "Fire Nation born and bred, so this is sorta like my worst nightmare..." Yaozu watched as Juro sniffed Fang's supplies, poking his nose in her pack, before becoming bored and pushing up on his front paws and standing on his head. "...We both are actually, me and Juro." Yaozu looked over at the town and it was as if he had only just noticed it for the first time. "Oh...I forgot that it was the festival. This might not actually be so bad. Come on, let's go look around and find somewhere to stay. Then we can figure out what to do next." Yaozu walked towards Juro, who fell on his butt before looking surprised, blinking slowly. Then as he noticed Yaozu he climbed up on his shoulder and dived back in to the top of his coat for warmth. Yaozu picked up Fang's things and tossed them to her. "I don't think a fire ferret has much use for this stuff so you should probably keep it." The pair headed back towards the town, walking through the busy streets. There was a smell of grilled fish in the air from the market stalls, and lanterns were hung up and lit across the rooftops. "So do you know about the Festival of Lights?" Yaozu asked as they walked. "Only what i've been told," Fang replied. "It's probably the best time to come here." Yaozu explained. "This time every year they have a week long festival to celebrate the anniversary of Harmonic Convergence. Specifically when Avatar Korra opened the Spirit Portals, and that lead to the Southern and Northern Tribes uniting. They have games, markets, food and drinks. Oh and they do these really great performances. Hey we should go see one!" Yaozu didn't wait for a response. "Come on!" Yaozu went off at a jog, leading Fang in to a large square. In the centre of the square there was a large pond full of water, and surrounding it were 4 people dressed in blue fur clothing. A crowd had begun to gather. "Hey this is it, come see!" Yaozu called to Fang as he found a space in the crowd and watched intently. The four waterbender took their stance, bending at the knees and drawing their arms backwards in a fluid motion, as if pulling a length of rope between their hands. As they did the water in the pool lifted up and out, in to four streams that came winding through the air towards their masters, before each took the shape of a sphere in front of each waterbender. Then the sphere's drew closer together, moving back to the centre before finally merging in to one larger sphere. The waterbenders each stepped elegantly to their left, crouching low and arcing their arms from side to side, and then upwards. As they did the sphere changed, forming a large bulb like shape. The waterbenders waved their hands again, and suddenly the bulb began to part like a blooming flower, before finally taking the shape of a giant lily. The waterbenders' movements became faster, as they brought dust clouds of shimmering ice off of the ground, having it converge around the bottom of the lily, slowly taking the shape of the stem, and the leaves branching off from it, all glittering in an ice that sparkled like diamonds. Finally with a final thrust of their arms the lily on top froze solid, and it's form began to shimmer and glisten. The Waterbenders all took a bow, as people began to clap and cheer, Yaozu included. However, the waterbenders turned at the sound of his cheers and caught sight of him. For a moment they paused, analysing him, and then they frowned in unison. "It's the Avatar!" One of them said accusingly. "...Get him!" Another cried, and the waterbenders began to sprint before him. "Uh-oh!" Yaozu said in a panic, "Stay here! I'll come back for you!" he cried as he took off at a sprint, the waterbenders in hot pursuit. Yaozu turned a corner and sprinted across the street, weaving through the people and trying to get away. He turned to duck down a side alley but a jet of water shot across it and froze solid, blocking his path. Instinctively he leapt, kicking off against the ice and vault upwards on the the roof of the one storey building. His foot tapped against the tiled roof and he ran up it, reaching the middle and running along the beam. Two jets of water shot up from the sides, the waterbenders vaulting on to the roof. One of them came from the front, and sent a jet of water at Yaozu, who stopped and held out his hands, taking control of the water, spinning 360 on his heel to counteract it and sent it back at it's master, right in his face and sending him crashing to the ground. He leapt over the water bender and reached the edge of the roof, leaping off of it and on to the layer of pillowy snow on the ground. There was a soft crunch behind him as the other waterbender landed, but Yaozu reacted, spreading his feet across the ground and pulling his arms up, turning the snow to ice and dragging it upwards in an arc and sending the waterbender on to his backside. Then he ran off down the street once more. People stared as he barged past them, and he heard a distant scratching noise. Suddenly the two remaining water benders shot past him, their boots encased in ice, allowing them to skate across the ground at high speed. They turned effortlessly in front of him, blocking his path. Yaozu leapt out of the way as a pile of snow was launched at him, and he rolled across the ground, gathering snow around him, swirling like a maelstrom, before sending it hurling back towards the waterbender and burying him in it. He went on the offensive against the last one, Yaozu waved his arms and pulled snow from the ground, changing it to water and sending it forwards, snapping at his opponent like a whip. The waterbender pulled the same manoeuvre and used it to deflect the strike, before arcing it around Yaozu's and sending it in to the side of his face, as it turned to snow and blanketed his head. As Yaozu brushed the snow away from his face he heard laughing. His opponent was giggling like a child, and more laughter sounded as the other waterbenders came to him. "You guys..." Yaozu said with a sigh. "You did better than last time" said the one who had bested him. "What are you going here, Yaozu. Taunra never said you were coming." "He didn't know..." Yaozu replied. "It was a...surprise." Yaozu paused for a moment. "Oh...I left my friend. We better go find her." The group made their way back to the square and found Fang. "Fang!" Yaozu cried. "I'm back...sorry. These are student of my waterbending master, Taunra. They have this lame snowball fighting game..." "Hey does she play?" One of them asked. "Uh..." Yaozu began but it was too late, as the waterbender drew some snow from the ground and launched it at Fang's face. As the snowball approached Fang she deftly dodged a few inches to one side, letting the snowball glide harmlessly past her cheek. "My turn!" She chimed, and whirled around and stamped the ground in front of her. Suddenly earth from in front and behind the two students burst up, carried into the air by the rock underneath. The miniature avalanche landed on the two students, smothering them up to their heads. A pair of heads popped out of the snow looking disgruntled. "Hey you cheated!" One of them cried. "Yeah! No Earthbending!" "That's what you get for jumping the gun I guess." Yaozu said, holding back laughter. "Come on get up. Let's go see Taunra." With that the group left, the waterbenders walking ahead of Fang and Yaozu. "That was too funny!" Yaozu said with a grin. "I've always hated that game...waterbending has never been my strong suit." "You think it's mine?" Fang replied, smirking. Yaozu shrugged. "I know, I know. I just meant...I struggled a lot here. I picked up Airbending and Earthbending no problem...this was the first time I really sucked at something." "Everyone sucks at something, old man. Some more than others." Fang replied, cricking her knuckles as she put her hand behind her head and stretched, "There are exceptions, but opposite elements don't usually mesh very well. Your last... you... was an earthbender, but you're a firebender, so... waterbending won't necessarily come to you so quickly." A grin spread across Fang's face as something occurred to her, "Anyway, we can't all be as awesome as me." Yaozu smiled, and the two walked quickly to catch up to the Waterbenders. The hut they sat in was small and minimalist, but a fire was going and it was warm inside at least. Yaozu and Fang sat around a small table on cushions on the floor, with Juro scampering around the room, investigating. The others had went off to find Master Taunra to let him know they were here. At least for now they were alone to speak with one another. "So...about what we said earlier." Yaozu began. "What do you want to do? I mean we could try to confront Lei Shen I don't know how that would turn out. Equally...trying to convince the other leaders isn't easy. People have grown used to peace, the thought of something like this happening doesn't even occur to them.""I..." Fang frowned, "Why are you asking me?!" She exclaimed, pointing at herself. "You're the Avatar!" She jabbed Yaozu in the shoulder. "Anyway, i'm not a politician. And if you put me and Lei Shen in a room together, I don't pretend to know what's going to happen..." She said - punching the floor with her fist several times. "Then maybe we should avoid that scenario" Yaozu replied. "How about we get some rest here and tomorrow we can figure this out. At any rate I think that we should probably avoid Republic City, I'm pretty sure Lei Shen has eyes there. If we approach him alone we could endanger ourselves, so we should look at doing it publicly. Maybe we can find out where he is...or maybe-" Yaozu was cut off as the door opened and in walked an older man dressed in furs. His hair was silver, and long, and he had a thin, long moustache. "Yaozu!" he said with a warm smile. "What a nice surprise. I didn't expect you back so soon. What brings you here my boy?""Taunra!" Yaozu stood up, greeting his old friend with a hug. "Oh...and you have brought a...friend?" Taunra asked, eyeing Fang suspiciously, his gaze travelling the route of her scars, and finally her missing arm. "Yes this is Fang she's..." Yaozu paused. "She's a friend of mine I met back in the Earth Kingdom. I brought her here for the Festival of Lights!" Yaozu lied nervously. Fang watched Yaozu lying to Taunra with a peculiar expression etched on her face. A mixture of confusion and amusement which warped into outright delight as she opened her mouth, "Hi, i'm Fang Zhao, y'know? Daughter of Hong-li Zhao - Earth King." If Yaozu had been drinking tea, he would have ejected it from his mouth with such force that he could have pierced the far wall which only triggered laughter from Fang. "Oh please, old man, you're not fooling this guy." Fang pointed a thumb at Taunra. "That insane flavour saver aside, he's pretty sharp." Then Fang leant in close to Taunra, "Do you tie it up before you drink broth?" She asked in a deliberately loud whisper. "If that is the case,,," Taunra said as he sat down calmly. "Then this must be about the new Empire I've heard so much grumbling about.""Master Taunra I..." Yaozu began"Enough, sit." Taunra commanded, and Yaozu sat down immediately. "Now, I am just a steadily ageing old fool who keeps to himself. I care little for politics, or alleged assassination attempts..." Taunra cast a cursory glance at Fang as he said it. "However you are my student, Yaozu. In that regard I may have the right to question what company you keep. However...your friend Fang here seems rather forthcoming. I'll allow you to explain the whole story before I make my judgement." And so Yaozu did explain, about the meeting with the leaders, and his journey to the Spirt World. He told Taunra of what he and Fang had learned together, and what they sought out to do. In the end there was a long silence which was particularly uncomfortable to Yaozu, who felt embarrassed for lying. In the end it was Taunra that broke the silence. "If what you say is true then I suppose it is quite troubling for those that care about such things. However I cannot allow my student to go barging in to the Earth Empire without a plan. Have you spoke with the leaders about this?""No" Yaozu replied. "We came straight here.""Hmm...well that might have been the better choice. Those blockheads probably wouldn't help you anyway. Might I suggest another option?""Um..is there one?" Yaozu asked. "There is." Taunra explained. "Find the true assassin. If you can capture the perpetrator then you have leverage. People will trust what you say. Fang...you said this assassin was a waterbender correct?""He was a waterbender alright," Fang nodded, "I remember that night like it happened today. Nobody could do something like that without waterbending.""No doubt a mercenary, and no ordinary one at that." Taunra replied. "I know it is not your area of expertise but...was there anything distinguished about this person, the type of waterbending they used, did it stand out?" "It was hot. Really hot." Fang muttered, rubbing her shoulder where her other arm used to attach, "Cuts flesh like butter. Did a number on me, obviously." She rolled her eyes and then leant back and sighed, "Can't we get some alcohol in here or something? I've been sober for ten years - girl could use a drink.""I might be able to whip something up." Taunra replied as he got up and began rifling through his cupboards. "Heating water is pretty advanced. That significantly narrows your search, however, it's not like we keep a list or anything. However it's highly unlikely any assassin would stick around so you're unlikely to find him anywhere near Lei Shen, or the Earth Empire for that matter. He may be in this very town, or the Northern tribe. Or perhaps in the Fire Nation I suppose, but that might stand out." Finally Taunra pulled a dusty old bottle from his cupboard with a pair of glasses, one for him and one for Fang. He placed them on the table and poured the drink. "There is a man named Shila who lives here. He is one of the only people I know who can do such a thing. He trained only a few students, perhaps you can start with him." Taunra took a drink from his cup and gasped audibly. Fang glanced at the liquid in her glass, reached out and picked up the bottle and took a long, deep drink from it then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Phew, that's better." She sniffed, holding the bottle between her feet as she stretched out, "Let's ask him then - in a bit." She took another swig of the bottle."Shila is quite a solitary man, and suspicious of strangers." Taunra said as a caution. "I probably would not be so honest about your origins with him.""I'm sorry about...lying before." Yaozu said. "It's okay, I understand why you did" Taunra said with a soft nod. "Get some rest you two. Oh and Yaozu...if you have time before you leave, I would like to see if you've been keeping your training up. You may have scraped by on your mastery of waterbending, but there is still much more you could learn.""Um...okay." Yaozu said with a nod. "If we have time."
  12. Book 1: Resonance A thick fog swept across the darkness, the wind carrying it gently across the midnight plains. A distant sound of drums rumbled rhythmically through the air. The regimented beat of war drums became louder, until soon they were deafening. A horn sound cut through the drumming, followed by an ear-splitting crescendo of roars. Missiles of flame illuminated the skies. Footsteps crunched through the wet grasslands, together in unison creating a rumble like thunder. spears and blades glinted off the light of the projectiles cascading across the sky. Fury was so thick in the air that he could taste it. He felt sweat pouring from him. Fear gripped him tightly. How had he gotten here? He had no memory of what had transpired before. Before him the armies met one another with a resounding crash and steel met steel. More fire shot skywards, the earth shot up from the ground in chunks, before being volleyed into the crowds. He fell to his knees. It was chaos. He looked to the floor, and the grassy plains were red with blood. "Stop it!" He barked, hammering a clenched fist into the ground. "STOP IT!" There was an explosion in the centre of the battle. He felt the heat wash over him. The light was blinding, but in the centre of it all he saw a lone figure. A man draped in red robes, long grey hair flowing behind him, a thick beard across his face. His arms were outstretched, gently moving through the air, coaxing the fire, swirling it around him. He stood calmly, manipulating this growing vortex of flame. Slowly the armies began to back off, moving away so as not to be burned. The air grew thick with black smoke, and their awe struck faces began to fade away from his view. After a moment, only the man within the vortex remained, and as he looked over the man, the man looked back, staring coldly at him, as if he could see within his very soul. Finally, darkness enveloped him too. Yaozu's eyes sprung open, but he remained motionless, lying on his back. He stared upwards at the dark mahogany ceiling. The young man felt a weight on his chest, and for a moment he contemplated that this was the weight left on him by his dream. However the reasons soon became more literal, as the creature lying on his chest crept forward and in to his field of view. The orange and white furred creature looked at him with innocent, black eyes, before cocking it's head slightly. "Hey...Juro, you little rascal." Yaozu said with a soft smirk as he clapped the Fire Ferret with his hand, ruffling the fure on it's little head. Juro made a high pitched growling noise, before forcing itself out from his grip and running off of the bed. Yaozu sat up and turned to his side, to see there was another figure in the room. This time it was a middle aged man of strong build, his hair short and spiked, beginning to go grey, and a short goatee at his chin. "You were grumbling in your sleep again, kid." The man said with a soft smile, "Poor Juro was just worried about you, that's all." "It was just a crazy dream." Yaozu replied, giving a quick yawn before pulling himself out of bed. His companion did not seem quite as dismissive as he was. "You know if it was anyone else I'd believe that." He said with a raised brow. "You know that your dreams...they're different. You can't just pass them off as your mind running wander." "I know, I know." Yaozu sighed, rolling his eyes. "But this was definitely just a dream. I know the difference by now. This...didn't feel the same. You know, Kuj'ra?" "Actually, I don't" Kuj'ra replied, smirking once more. "I'm not the Avatar kid, my dreams only involve quiet beaches and naked ladies." "Hah!" Yaozu grinned. "I'm sure your wife finds that comforting." "Yeah, right. Like I'm stupid enough to tell her that." Kuj'ra chuckled. "Anyway, you need to get dressed. We're almost there. I'll expect you on deck in ten minutes." "Sure. You go on." Yaozu replied as he waved Kuj'ra off. As the door to his room closed he pulled off his night shirt and opened a wardrobe, pulling out some clothes and throwing them on the bed in a heap. He settled himself in to a pair of black trousers, before fitting on a pair of knee high, grey boots, fastened with black laces in a cross-hatch pattern up the front. He pulled a white vest on over his torso, and then on top of that he put on a dark grey, double breasted jacket, zipped up on the left hand side of his chest. He fastened a red sash around his waist and popped the collar of his jacket so that it covered his neck. Finally dressed he looked in the mirror. He was a fair skinned 18 year old, with green eyes and jet black hair, fashioned in a long mohawk, shaved skin-close at the sides. He pulled the long hair back and tied it back in a high ponytail. Now looking halfway presentable he made his way to the door, Juro padding along behind him before leaping up and clambering on to his shoulder. Yaozu walked along the tight corridor, the metal frames a stark comparison to the wooden frames of his room. He turned a corner and rose up a set of stairs, hearing Kuj'ra talking loudly at the top. The man was outspoken and often blunt, to the point of offending. Yaozu found this quite humorous as the man never intended to insult anybody, he was incredibly warm hearted. Kuj'ra was his mentor, the man who has taught him Firebending when he was just a boy. Even when he had to travel across the world in his early teens, to places his parents and friends could not go, Kuj'ra always came with him. From the icy cold of the Northern Water Tribe, to the peaceful peaks of the Air Nomads, and even to the lush valley of Zaofu where he mastered Earthbending. The most recent trip had been to the Water Tribe, to conquer his weakest element. While his training was considered complete, he still did not feel exceptionally confident with water. Finally he emerged from the steps and out on to a long deck, where crew were busy steering the ship. Yaozu looked up, his vision obscured by the large red canvas of the Fire Nation's Airship balloon. He walked over to the edge and looked over the side to the vast ocean below. Then in the distance he saw their destination. There on the edge of a city, the statue of Avatar Aang greeted those who travelled to Republic City. It had been nearly 200 years since Aang's passing. "This is it, kid." Kuj'ra said as he slapped Yaozu on the back, causing him to lurch forwards slightly. "The training wheels are off. This is your first diplomatic mission as the Avatar. Do you think you can handle it?" "We're attending a summit." Yaozu replied. "A bunch of old men and women bickering over inane discrepancies in the education bills or something equally boring." Yaozu let out a sigh. "I want to see some of the action. I should be helping people. Like Yun Feng and Korra did." "The world doesn't need saving, kid." Kuj'ra replied. "Your predecessors did those things because they had to. They fought for the peace we have now. It's your job to ensure it stays that way. Even if it means a boring summit, right?" "Right..." Yaozu muttered, staring off into the mountains of the Earth Kingdom, way past Republic City. "...Still...what I wouldn't give for even a little trouble, someone I could save..."
  13. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Nothing. That riddle is as old as...an old thing.
  14. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    My back. Okay. Why can't a man living in the USA be buried in Canada?
  15. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    As a hint id say dont focus on the meaning of the words. Focus more on the words themselves and the attributes they hold.
  16. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    I know this because I've seen it before (although it was a little different but the solution is still the same) but I'll hold off on answering it since i didnt technically figure it out, i already knew. Tis a pretty decent riddle!
  17. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Heroine! He Her Hero Heroine!
  18. Fair enough. Hit me up ln skype...its kond of a long story xD
  19. I could tell you my ending i had planned if you'd like...? But no i won't be joining. Like i seriously have very limited windows where i can post right now so it would be unfair on everyone.
  20. Was tempted to join but there is a ton of people and I'd slow the pace right down sp i will pass. Good luck though, I'll probably read it and enjoy the antics all the same!
  21. That was exactly how i intended to kill everyone at the end of Fuyukaba. How did you know!?
  22. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    I have a feeling it's a word. The fact that it refers to the first (however many) being a thing seems confusing, but it could refer to a word. Like how "homeopathy" you could say "the first four are where I live but i get there through the 6th to thw 9th" or something like that. Bad example i suppose but that's my reasoning as to solving this. That said. I dunno what word it is. -____-
  23. "Attention! Attention! This story is being seized for breach of intellectual property! It is inspired by the exclusive brain thoughts of Mr. Ky-" *bursts in to flames* "Tch! That guy was annoying!" Karyu Morinaga appears behind the unconscious and badly burnt lawyer. "It's a real shame I ain't got time to crack heads any more with you guys...but it makes me glad to see you carrying the torch! This rp get's...two thumbs up from me!"
  24. Krios eyed the Orc for a moment, assessing her posture and musing over her question. He was getting tired of his motives being questioned. However the way she had asked, it felt differ from the tiresome grumblings of her Alfar friend. Was killing the dragon necessary? “I am aware of the dragons who live in your frozen tundra, but this one is not the same.†Krios explained. “I do not know much of Frost Dragons but if they are anything like their brethren from the North then they are undoubtedly intelligent. However most dragons I have encountered look to us like an ant under our boot. We are nothing to them, they do not even deem us worthy of being their food. This dragon has torched farms and villages on its way here. So you tell me, is it necessary? Or do you think you can appeal to its more sensitive side?†The orc sighed, seemingly torn with the information, “I was afraid you’d say that.†Ondine stroked Azu’s neck, staring at the patterns in his fur as if she’d find her answer there. “I dislike the idea of killing one of their kind, but if they are as you say they are, then I cannot simply ignore the fate of this city. I will see this dragon myself and if it comes to that, you will have my blade.†“It will come to that†Krios affirmed. “These creatures are no easy kill, we will have no time to ask it of it’s motives. We will strike fast and kill it, or die doing so. Is that agreeable?†Ondine’s face hardened into a scowl, her blue eyes glaring, “No, I do not make agreements with people I do not know, to kill something that all of my experiences suggests does not need to be killed. I will however, stand with your party, and if your words prove true, I will not hesitate to do what needs to be done.†Krios just shook his head. “Disappointing. Very well, let’s ride out. Syl you can ride with me. Maugrim trusts you.†The Alfar seemed happy with this, perhaps a little honoured to have Maugrim carry him. When he was sat on the worg comfortably, Krios gave the signal and they went off at a sprint. Disappearing from the view of the city they padded through the valleys without stopping. For hours they travelled with little said, for conversation was quite difficult when moving at speed. It was not until they passed through a thin passage through a pair of large, rocky mountains that their pace slowed. Krios still moved at the front, and when he slowed so did everyone else in turn. They required very little direction, they simply knew what they had to do. Krios turned to Shak’ti he was a fair distance behind on her own white furred worg. “We don’t have eyes here. Send up a scout.†He said to her. The scout in question was a red tailed hawk that was perched in front of her, resting comfortably on her upper thigh. She scooped the bird of prey on to her arm, before sending it up, soaring in to the sky above the narrow pass. “Bonny thing†Shak’ti said as she sidled alongside Ondine on her white worg. “…What is it?†she nodded her head at Azu. “A terabou, essentially an oversized reindeer, quite a bit faster and stronger though.†Ondine patted Azu’s neck as he seemed to stand taller at the attention. She turned her attention again to Shak’ti’s worg, “We don’t have wolves that size in Jogrund, but then we don’t have much of anything down there.†“Worgs are native to Agrines†Shak’ti explained. “Probably because they’re quite territorial, and they don’t like strangers. Humans would probably cull them all I imagine. They’re not smart enough to befriend a beast.†Ondine shrugged, "I'm not familiar with humans, to be honest. Prior to leaving Jogrund just a couple weeks ago I'd never encountered one. I've heard only stores about them from my father and tribe mates." "I quite like 'em to be honest" Shak'ti said with a grin. "They wash more than Agrinians that's for sure. Smell nicer. They can be a bit dumb...but then again even Agrinians can be quite dumb." Shak'ti realised she was rambling a little and smirked. "So what are you lot like? Gotta be tough to stick it out in the freezing cold, no?""That's a hard question. To me, we are what we are. Seeing these human settlements with their massive buildings is very strange to me. While there are some tribes that don't travel, and so their tribes can offer larger more extravagant structions, most of us follow the migrations of the terabou. Since we move so regularly we live out of huts and tents that can easily be taken down and reconstructed. The terabou are our everything, our mounts, obviously, but also our food, clothes, weapons. Without the terabou I'm not sure we could survive as we do." Ondine rubbed Azu's neck again, obviously with quite a bit of affection for the beast. "That's like us with the worgs!" Shak'ti said excitedly, clearly pleased to find something in common with Ondine. "There was a time when we were almost killed off entirely by dragons. If it weren't for the worgs we'd never be able to move fast enough to hunt them. Oh and I'm Shak'ti by the way, the hawk master."Ondine smiled at Shak'ti's excitement, "I am Ondine. You're a hawk master? Like with the bird that perches on your arm like a pet? Sorry, not a whole lot of birds in Jogrund either." She laughed, "Just dragons, but they don't bother us.""They're not pets, no" Shak'ti replied. "We don't really have pets. The hawks are our eyes in the sky, they scout for us and relay messages. As a hawk master the hawks are a part of me, just like Kobi." Shak'ti stroked the white wolf under her. "Humans just don't get this sort of stuff. They can't see past this master, subordinate bollocks. The best way i can explain it is...well look at this group. Every Agrinian has a job, and their partnered Worg has the same job. You've probably guessed that we follow Krios, but we follow Maugrim too. Together they are our leader, does that make any sense?" "I'll be honest, it sounds a little strange, but I understand the theory anyway." She answered, her eyes on Shak'ti's white worg as if analyzing it."If you're worried, don't be." Shak'ti said, leaning down a little to catch Ondine's gaze again. "Worgs don't kill unless the Alpha says so. And Maugrim wouldn't harm Azu, he's gotten pretty good at figuring out what animals are food and which are friends.""I do hope so. Azu has seen me through situations I'm not sure I would have been able to manage on my own." Ondine torn her eyes from the worg to meet Shak'ti's."I like you, we've got a lot in common. He likes you too, despite what you might think." Shak'ti nodded ahead of the pack to Krios. "He's just expecting more from you. When others look at you...it's that same feeling as looking in to a storm." Ondine stared at Shak'ti with confusion, "I'm not sure how to take that comment... and yet, I think I understand it. Regardless, if he was hoping for some valorous warrior to rush up and slay the beastie, well I'm only too glad to disappoint.""Hah!" Shak'ti gave a big grin. "That's where your wrong. We're dragon hunters, so we have to take the blood ritual. It awakens the beast within, and it let's you see what's slumbering just under the surface." Shak'ti pointed at Ondine "there's a storm in there. That's why he likes you, because Krios..." Shak'ti glanced at her leader and gave an affectionate smirk. "...there's a storm in him too.""Well, I most certainly don't understand that one, regardless I apologize for assuming and will try not to do so." Ondine replied. "You are fond of him?""Of course." Shak'ti replied. "...wait...not in that way, cheeky!" She blushed a little. "He's just...the man we all chose to follow. You'll see, you might think he hates dragons, but he doesn't. He loves them, practically worships them. To us, giving in is the lowest form of disrespect, that's why he hunts them." Before they could continue their conversation, the company began to pick up the pace once more as they exited the passage and returned back out to the open plains. They pressed on for hours yet, and the morning passed them by. With the afternoon upon them they finally slowed their pace once more as Krios motioned for them to come to a complete stop. Maugrim had begun to get agitated. "You smell it too, old friend" Krios said to his worg. He turned his neck to look at Syl who was sat behind him. "Can you smell that? It's subtle, it's carrying in the wind...""Ash." Syl replied, holding the back of his hand up to his nose to block the stench from his sensitive nose. "We're too late...""Optimistic I see." Krios replied, as he lead Maugrim up a large rock, and as they reached the edge they were greeted with a glorious view, looking over a vast chasm of green, and a large lake of water, all cradled among a sheer cliff face that arced round like a crescent moon, and off in the distance, on the edge of the horizon, black smoke cascaded in to the sky. "Still a way off, a little under a day." Krios said with a thoughtful nod. "The wind is carrying in to this chasm, if it keeps up it will hide our scent. This is the place." Krios turned Maugrim around and addressed Shak'ti once more. "Call the hawk back. Send it to Amerus, bring the Lord here with his men. This is where we will stand." Shak'ti did not respond, and instead followed her order, whistling in to the air to call the hawk back. As she did the rest of the Agrinians gathered to hear their own orders. "We'll make camp up here, hiding among the rocks." Krios explained. "All of you start making preparations. I will go over the plan when we return.""Where are you going?" Shak'ti asked. "There was a forest back the way we came. I'll fetch us some food." Krios replied. "Syl, you can join me. I would have words."Syl glanced at Ondine and then turned to walk beside Krios, "What have you to say to me that you cannot say before the others?" "Nothing like that, my people don't keep secrets." Krios replied. "I just like to know the men I work with. Your friend Ondine, whether she intends to or not, her intentions are as clear as day but you however...you are a shadow..." Krios paused for a moment, considering what he had said. "Come, cousin. Show me how our ancestors hunt." Creeping slowly through the forest, Krios held his bow in his hand, an arrow notched on the bowstring, ready to draw at a moments notice. "Normally I hunt with Maugrim. His nose is better than mine. However on this occasion i'll waive practicality for the sake of a learning experience" Krios said, his voice hushed so as not to startle any potential game. "I'll follow your lead on this one. Show me how an Alfar hunts.""I was not hired to be your teacher." Syl replied curtly, "If you have something to say, then say it. I do not share my people's ways with haella." "You are a tough nut, so it seems." Krios replied. "You're quite suspicious of others when it's only you that's keeping secrets. I love the hunt, Syl. Pardon me for trying to see it from someone else's eyes. In that case, If you're willing, I'll show you how we hunt. Okay?" Syl almost refused but decided against it, he had no interest in this outsider's hunting practices and rituals, however, he did not want to further offend. "As you wish." He replied, "Lead on." "Kind of wish I hadn't left Maugrim now..." Krios muttered. As they moved through the forest Krios crouched low, moving slowly and watching his step carefully. At the same time he was searching the ground for signs of life. Even with the thick brush of fallen leaves it was still possible to find disturbances. Some time passed as they continued, indeed this part was a slow process without his worg to aid him. Eventually Krios stopped at the bark of a tree. He examined the marking across the bottom of it. There were signs of digging. His eyes trailed across the ground away from the tree, tracing the disturbed parts of the ground. There were tracks, the footprints were small and the distance suggested a bounding creature. Probably and hare or a rabbit. He followed the trail, his eyes tracing ahead carefully. Eventually he stopped, motioning for Syl to do the same. With his free hand he felt the ground, finally finding a pebble. He paused for a moment, considering his next move, before hurling the pebble in to the air. By the time it had landed elsewhere with a sudden crack, there was a sound of ruckus as something became startled and began darting through the forest. His arrow was already drawn tight, and he followed the creature, his aim leading the target. He took a deep breath, and then he loosed the arrow. The silence that followed was deafening. Krios motioned for Syl to follow him and they moved to where the arrow had landed. There in the dry leaves was a hare, the arrow clean through it. It had been dead in an instant. "Good, it's a clean kill." Krios said. "I don't think I'd have lived it down if I'd made a tit of myself in front of you." Krios removed the arrow from the lifeless creature, swiftly snapping it's tender little neck just to be sure. There was no need in prolonging suffering so senselessly. "I don't suppose that was too different from what I imagine you would do." Krios said as he tied the hair around his belt so he could carry it with him. "The game's a bit small here though. I'm used to boar, maybe an elk or two. If we're feeding everyone we're going to need a lot more than this." Krios motioned for Syl to go ahead of him. "Let's see what you can find then."