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dragonfire - Oizys - 02-25-2018
OOC: For her trial, 'get bitten by a dragon' :D Gonna post once with the Rift Havoc account then open it up! RE: dragonfire - Rift Havoc - 02-25-2018 The dragon is angry. She is a nesting queen, her strength sapped by the hours she spends sitting upon her eggs, and her nap on the forest floor had been an impromptu attempt to gain some respite from incubation. She does not appreciate having her precious slumber disturbed by some fetid unicorn stealing her royal blood, and she is quite determined that this idiot filly will be dragged back screaming to her nest to be fed to her hatchlings. RE: dragonfire - Oizys - 02-25-2018
@Roscorro and anyone else! :) RE: dragonfire - Roscorro - 02-25-2018 Roscorro The dragon-kin had never seen a living being that shared his blood before. Never witnessed the power and might of a full fledged dragon as it demolished an entire forest that lay before it. All to get to one horse. Neither mare nor dragon took note of his presence as they barreled through the forest, leaving the stallion a moment to gawk at the staggering form of the female dragon. The first of his pureblooded kind that he had ever seen. The blood within him stirred, heated as the voice within him gave a hiss. Not a purr of pleasure at seeing its own kind, and a female to boot. But a guttural sound of discussed upon seeing the corrupted form of its regal kinsman.
The stallion paid the presence no mind as he launched his form forward, his massive body reaching full speed within a handful of strides. He did not hear it egg him on, telling him to tear down the corrupted insult to his race and render her no more than a broken body upon the earth. He only heard the blood pounding in his ears as he rushed to the aid of the valiant mare. Neither one noticed him still. His bulk plowing through the growth much like the dragon before him, smoke streaming off of him as fire seemed to consume his very being. His cloak and armor were devoured by the smoke and flame as the fury of battle overtook him until he took on the appearance of a fiery hell-cloud in the shape his tribrid visage. He cared no how large the dragoness was, only that he needed to help his fellow horse as he charged towards the battle. A terrible, mutated cry escaped the stallion's lips a second before he attempted to ram into his target. A mangle mash up of a horse's scream and draconic roar. If he connected he would slam into the side of the dragon queen, just below where her ribcage ended. His large horns and spines brandished to try and pierce her tender underbelly as he drove further with his shoulder to attempt to throw her off balance with his surprise. With the force he had just slammed her with, he had to have at least knocked the breath out of the female, perhaps long enough to allow the mare to make a get away. At least he would have gotten the dragon's attention before unfurling his massive wings and leaping away with a powerful downward thrust. He had no desire to be so close to those teeth or claws. His own talons ripped deep gouges in the earth as he landed upon the ground out of reach of those fangs, the force of his leap back sending him sliding to a halt in the soft soil. His tail thrashed angrily, brandishing the mace upon its tip as the smoke and flame that had consumed his body temporally dissipated to reveal his true form. Canines bared, ears pinned back the stallion struck a menacing figure as he challenged the dragoness who dwarfed even his massive frame with her bulk. His heart slammed against his ribcage as the fuel of battle pounded through his veins, instilling a terrifying calm and clearness of mind upon the brute as he stared his opponent down. Had anyone that known the peaceful Clydesdale seen him striking such a fierce figure, they would be quite shocked to feel the serious fury that flowed off of him like the thick smoke that billowed around him. Determined to protect the mare, he had dawned a completely different side of himself as he tried to appear every bit as threatening as the dragon. His friends might have thought it rather comical in the end, him being fierce and menacing, if he lived long enough to tell the tale. talk talk talk talk In your hands, there's a touch that can heal But in those same hands, is the power to kill Are you a man, or a monster? @Oizys ooc: Rosco plowed into the side of the dragon, just below the ribcage to try and drive her off balance and force the air out of her lungs. He is enveloped in flame and smoke due to his vanity magic that takes effect when he is angered. So he appears to be a ragging cloud of flame and smoke in the form of the spikey, dragon-horse that he is. RE: dragonfire - Oizys - 02-28-2018
I'll post again with the dragon now, just wanted to squeeze another Ozzy post in first :D RE: dragonfire - Rift Havoc - 02-28-2018 She gouges into the mare's skin, but it is not nearly enough - she hungers for the whole thing, the bones, fat, gristle and meat of this foolhardy horse. The pitiful creature rears up, slamming her hooves against the queen's knees, but this is more of an annoyance than a pain. The dragoness swipes a dismissive foreleg, hoping to send the mare flying. @Roscorro RE: dragonfire - Roscorro - 03-11-2018 Roscorro As he leaped away, claws followed. Their massive size easily dwarfing his own talons as they shot towards his face. He reared back further trying to avoid the blow that would surely rip his entire face of if it hit. Heart pounded he landed, the leaves and dirt flying as he slid backwards from the force of his own momentum. The feeling of blood oozing down his soft chin and nose caused him to snort, the adrenaline so far hiding the pain. The cuts were small, having only been hit by the tips of her two longest claws. But the fact that she had hurt him sent that dark flame roaring. The dragon within him burned to fight, enraged at being touched by what it saw as an inferior being. Funny when it resided with a creature it constantly sought to cut down and destroy due to his lack of worthiness.
That anger supplied the flame and smoke that swirled and burned around Roscorro as he thrashed his hairy dragonic tail, the masse beating against the ground and slamming against a tree, breaking the bark with a loud crack. He watched the giant dragon as it was assaulted by the eagle and magic, looking for on opening. Despite the anger that flared in his gut from the voice, he himself was calm, beating the emotion down with cool waves of determination. There was no way he was going to lose control and throw himself at this giant dragon, simply because the voice did not like the sight of this corrupted being. That was plain suicide. His own talons dug into the earth as his muscles tensed, like coiled springs, ready to charge forward again, or dodge of need be. But as quickly as the battle had started, it ended. With a might swoop of her massive wings the female dragon departed. Roscorro blinked in surprise. That was it? They had won? He hadn't thought any of them were intimidating enough to cause a being of such size and fury to back off. He watched her go, weary of a surprise attack from the heavens. But the sound of her heavy wingbeats faded into the distance. Still he listened, wanting to be sure that she was gone before turning his attention to the injure mare. Silence. It was all that enveloped them as the tide of battle ebbed. His blood still roared through his body, heart pounding against his chest from the influences of battle. His massive head turned from the sky towards the dark mare. He moved towards her, the flames and smoke dying down until it smoke merely trailed from his body upon moving. As it faded his true being was clearly seen. His massive, brown frame that moved across the land with surprising grace. The leather armor, adorned with small spikes on the shoulders to cause damage upon ramming another, hooked to a brown fur cloak that trailed down his back and flowed over his hindquarters. Holes within the cloak allowed for his many spines that protruded from his body along his back to stab through. Beneath the cloak a long, hairy tail appeared. The same as that of the dragon before, though it held a menacing metal mace at the end, secured by ringlets of leather that wrapped around his tail. His wings remained folded at his side, shinning dimly as the like touched the orange feathers. Bringing out the hints of blue within them, making them appear to flicker like flame. His large head, covered in horns as sharp and deadly as the mare's, housed gentle eyes of grey. White and black hair from his forelock hung down over his face, the rest of his midnight colored mane tumbling down over his neck, swaying as he moved. Despite the mare's large size, he was still a good hand taller than her. With his scaled front limbs, like that of the dragon they had just fought, and impressive size he was truly a monstrosity. Though his being held no ill will upon it as he approached the mare and her companion. His smooth voice drifted from soft lips, stained the color of his own blood. "That was easier than expected. I thought for sure that we were dragon food." A smile touched his lips, revealing the fangs that lay inside before a frown of seriousness pulled them closed. "May I have a look at that?" He gestured toward her injury. He had come to a stop a respectful distance from the mare. Though they had worked together to chase of the dragon, he was still unsure if she was the sort to accept help. For all he knew she could turn her horns upon him. Either because she was the type, or still overcome by the influences of battle. Plus, he wasn't the soften looking creature on the planet. His looks had a tendency to put people up in arms. Best be careful, and respectful of the mare and her eagle. talk talk talk talk In your hands, there's a touch that can heal But in those same hands, is the power to kill Are you a man, or a monster? @Oizys ooc: Sorry this took so long! I was without internet until now. |