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Post by Crush on Aug 20, 2011 21:20:06 GMT -5
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Slender fingers grabbed at the edges of the black cloak that frilled out around her shoulders with the wind. However, she wasn't cold. With the fire burning inside of her veins, she never could be. She was trying to hide herself from the world, from herself even. However, as she stepped out of the trees into the open, the wind whipped the hood off and allowed her to see around her. Shadows moved in the night, and her heart rate sped up.
"Where ya goin` girlie?"
Her eyes, appearing a deep blue, flashed a bright worried white as the red beneath the spell lightened, and she took a step backwards in surprise. She began shaking in the effort to prevent an accident which could kill many.
Wha-what do you want?
She didn't get an answer. They moved forward again, and one reached to grab her from behind. She screamed in surprise, and her control was lost. There were a series of loud cracks and many of the shadowy figures went running as the cloak flew away, catching on a tree branch. A growing white figure was revealed, and it held the image of a dragon. It continued to grow to its full size, and the cracking stopped.
Memories of blood flashed in front of her eyes, and her head drew back, flames spouting from the edges of her mouth and then her jaws opened and the fire spewed forth, scorching most of who was left. Seeing no more danger, the bloodlust in her eyes calmed and the pain of the transformation set in. The albino dragon collapsed, shivering in pain. It would become less painful with age, but for now the transformation aspect was fairly new, and so hurt like hell - and that was probably an understatement. At least it faded relatively fast.
Vitae attempted to drag herself to her feet again, to go hide before someone saw her, but her legs shook and fell from beneath her. She looked around desperately, hoping no one else would come near until she could change back in an hour or so. She doubted it.
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Post by tonks on Aug 21, 2011 13:47:45 GMT -5
[atrb=width,475,true][bg=090909] It was as good as any other place, Rigel must be long gone, but there was no news of him in the stars so he mustn’t be dead but he may as well be for the amount of good continuing this search for him would do. Saiph loved his brother, he wasn’t too proud to admit that, but his younger brother had also affronted him a bit by earning a title so quickly. Granted it wasn’t a brilliant title but still, he could have waited to burn down the wood, showed his elder brother a lick of respect; that might have been nice. The Draconix circled the park for a few rounds before lowering and digging his claws into a tree.
He allowed himself to slide to the ground and ruffle his gold and crimson wings before pulling them in tightly to his body and glancing around. It was a quiet day, but he would just watch for a bit, once someone saw him news would get around, and the things people would do to meet such a magnificent being as he was were untold. Or at least he liked to think so anyways. He dropped onto the ground, resting his head and watching the park.
It had felt only like a minute he had closed his eyes and suddenly everything was on fire.
Not that it really bothered him much of course, though he assumed that it had bothered the people who he had been watching. Last time he had checked humans weren’t fireproof. He rose to his feet and glanced around walking a bit into the flames. He spread his wings and fluffed out his feathers letting out a screech so that whatever started this fire would know he wasn’t afraid.
When Saiph saw the beast though, it didn’t look dangerous at all. It looked rather pathetic. He snorted in annoyance at the lump of white dragon that was quivering and trying to drag itself somewhere else. Had it set the park on fire in fear? Odd; dragons weren’t frightful creatures so it made no sense that it would feel fear from human, and it was even larger than him. It looked in pain.
“You are a very peculiar dragon.”
He said curiosity rising in his sweetly toned voice. This thing didn’t feel like a dragon, it didn’t seem brutal and powerful it seemed sad and scared. He wondered if it might have better reasoning for destroying the park than he had previously thought. Perhaps it was a very young dragon of a very large species....but he didn’t know any species large enough. It wasn’t anything he was familiar with that was a certainty, but it was no matter. He wouldn’t spend much time dwelling on this dragon, people were far more interesting.
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Post by Crush on Aug 22, 2011 16:24:16 GMT -5
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The sound of the screech set her heart pounding. No. No, it was too soon for someone else to show up, especially something that was big enough to make that sort of noise. She had only the fire to fight with for now, the change having sapped her strength with pain. Clearly, it wasn't afraid of the flames or it would be going the other way. She rose her head slowly, hardly able to raise it more than a foot. She let her head fall back to the ground as it came into sight but didn't attack. For now, at least, she was safe. The longer she kept it talking, the more she would be able to do to defend herself when the time came.
She huffed at his comment, but didn't correct him. He didn't need to know she was draca. Perhaps he wasn't human, which meant he probably wouldn't attack, but that changed nothing. Instead, crimson eyes watched him, trying to hide the nervous fear to no avail.
I suppose I am.
She replied softly, trying to stretch her wings to settle them in a more comfortable position. She managed, barely, eyes squinting shut in pain as she tried to stretch the muscles which had just been forced to grow over bones that broke and expanded. It was not the smooth change of some shifters, it was the complete opposite. It was painful, so painful that the pain would kill may other creatures. But she, supposedly, was built for it. She begged to differ. It was just ridiculous.
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