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This writing will give you chills~
By: Chills Date: February 26, 2016, 5:45 pm
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Hello I hope you enjoy my writing, it is all kept in spoilers to
save space.
scrapped lore -
Oracle:
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[font=georgia]Oracle[/font]
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[font=georgia]Head Leader[/font]
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[sup][font=georgia]Loyal . Prestigious . Calm[/font][/sup]
[font=georgia]Introduction
The fur on the back of my neck began to rise, "You want me to
what?" I stuttered
A fearsome laugh arose, "Did you not hear me, old man? I told
you to hand me your clan." A dark spiral circled only
inches--centimeters away from me. His breath reeked of death and
his voice slithered into the air like smoke when he spoke, "You
asked for my help, and now.. you must pay the price!"
"You are a mad man to think I'd ever hand my clan over to you.
You're a treacherous beast and I would rather die than let you
near my home." I said. Somehow through all the fear swelling in
my chest, I spoke with as much confidence as I would when giving
a speech.
Then came the laughter. The high-pitched sound I knew would give
me nightmares if I made it through this day, "Very well. Your
wish is my command, my king," he said. Suddenly, in what seemed
like a split second his black scales wrapped around my chest,
tightening.
I gasped for breath, but the more I tried to take in, the more
he'd squeeze out of my lungs. I tried to scream and thrash, but
I began to feel warm breath on the back of my neck. His wide
jaws slowly closed onto my thin neck and warm blood trickled
down my arms and spine. I felt weak. Why couldn't I fight him
off? I wondered as the corner of my eyes started to dull and
turn dark.
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Nox:
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[font=georgia]Nox[/font]
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[font=georgia]The Executioner[/font]
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[sup][font=georgia]Intimidating . Uncanny .
Fearsome[/font][/sup]
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Introduction
I began to draw back my sword, but just before I plunged it down
into the mass of scales his eyes met mine. His icy cold eyes
were filled with acceptance for his doom. He quickly looked
away, as if no longer able to look at me. I could not blame him.
An impatient tail flicked in the corner of my eye. It had to be
done immediately. And so, I plunged my sword deep into the
patterned scales. At first there was a blood-curdling scream,
but soon after the body went limp. I kicked it towards the side
and made my way back to the lair, trying to erase the wide,
accepting eyes from my memory. Trying to forget how I did not
pity the soul at all.
The judgmental eyes of the clan wandered across me as I entered.
Mutters began to form, piercing my ears, "He's a murderer," they
said, "He is evil," they taunted, "A criminal, he is," the
elders would say.
No. I told myself, I'm an executioner. I did not choose this
fate. It chose me.
Autobiography
Later that day I was called into my leader's cave to collect my
weekly earnings. It was a meager ten thousand treasure, but it'd
have to do.
As I entered his cave, I itched to get out as soon as possible.
The cave was dark and humid, smelling of mold, so I tried to
breathe through my mouth. His cave was confining and made me
feel as if I couldn't breathe, but as I continued forward it
opened up into a large dome.
In the center of the dome sat a large throne made from bones.
The bones may as well have been of all the dragons I'd executed
or every one of his kills. Sitting on the throne was my leader,
no. Dictator. He was barely visible with his pitch-black scales.
"My leader," I announced myself, "I have come to collect my
earnings." As I spoke I tried to avoid eye contact. I once had
made the mistake of looking into his glowing red eyes and I
wasn't about to make it again.
I quickly pushed the memory away as he replied, "Oh, yes, that,"
he flicked his tail around my small sack of treasure. "Before
you take it," he said, "I'd like to have a word with you."
I took a deep gulp and tried to calm my breathing, but now it
felt as if the cave walls were closing in on me. "Of course, my
leader."
"Good," his voice echoed. "I must ask a favour of you," he said,
"you should be honoured, as I don't ask favours often."
What could he possibly want from me? I thought. "I am highly
honoured. What is it you seek?" I manage to choke out.
"Well since you are an executioner, I thought it would suit to
have you kill someone for me."
"Sire?" I questioned. "I am no hitman. I mean no disrespect to
your offer, but I believe that you have much more ability than
I."
"Nonsense!" he snapped. I was taken aback by his voice, as if it
could've blown me away. "You can, and will carry out this
request. If you come back successfully your earnings will be a
grand one hundred thousand treasure. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, my leader"
"Good. Very good," he said, handing me a scroll and my ten
thousand treasure, "now leave me to my slumber."
I quickly fled the depths of his lair, frantically freeing
myself of the claustrophobia. The second I was back onto open
ground I raised my wings and pushed off of the ground. It was
nice to be able to breathe the fresh air after what could have
been a century.
I eventually spotted dark crystalline scales and swooped down to
land. It was now dark out and the moon was high in the sky. The
crystalline dragon gazed at me without saying a word, I supposed
that meant I had to speak first.
"Hello, Eclipse," I said softly, setting the sack of my earnings
at her side. Eclipse was the only one in the clan who could
accept me, even after my mother and father had rejected me. She
accepted my devotion to the dark and all. She was my weakness.
She looked relieved to see me. "Nox, where have you been? You
were supposed to be back right after. . . well, you know," she
said.
I pondered how to tell her what happened. She never liked to
hear that I was talking to my leader, Slay. "I was given a
mission while collecting my earnings," I said.
"A mission?" she inquired.
"Yes, and I will be gone a while. I apologise in advance for my
absence," I choke out. For some reason, leaving the beautiful
imperial tore me to pieces.
She simply nodded, looking down at her claws. I decided it'd be
best to leave now, and so I did. Before she had the chance to
look back up at me, I took off in a few short flaps of my wings.
I decided it would've been best not to look back, but I felt her
eyes pinned to my back. Push it away, I thought. I turned to
read the scroll now, hoping to distract myself from her gaze.
The scroll was written in elegant red ink. I soon realized from
the scent of the scroll that the writing was not in ink, but in
blood. Other than the odor, I did not mind it.
One word was printed across the parchment, "LEGEND," it read. I
knew what this meant. I suppressed a sigh, thinking of the
Wildclaw. He was much too difficult for my taste. Slay wouldn't
have wanted me to kill him, though. Legend was too easily
influenced.
I took a sharp turn, flying past Slay's lair and into a snowy
forest. Legend lived away from the rest of the clan. He was
disliked by many and he disliked them just as much. The clan
found him too aggressive and rude. He found them too puny and
nice.
Once I found his clearing in heart of the forest, I went in for
a landing. Just as my claws pierced the snow laden earth, I
heard a scoff. "What do you want, Nox?"
I let out an annoyed groan, "I'm here on business, Legend, and
I'd like to get it done fast." Why couldn't my mission have been
to kill him?
"Oh, don't tell me," he said, making puppy eyes, "you're here to
kill me? What ever will I do?"
I snorted. "I wish," I said, "Slay asked me to--"
"Yes, I know. I'm not stupid," he said. "I know why you're here,
and I know what your mission is."
Not too sure on the stupid part. "Then?" I said through gritted
teeth. Why must he be so difficult? I thought.
A wide grin spread across his face. I knew that couldn't be
good. "You must visit the cemetery," he said with a short
cackle.
I stared blankly at the wildclaw, "I have to what?" Everyone
knew an executioner simply did not go to see the dragon he'd
killed. Bad things happened. Angry spirits were not to be dealt
with.
Legend began to say something, but I ignored it.
Instead I thought of the last executioner, my mentor. He was
sent on a mission into the cemetery but I had never seen him
again. All I heard were stories of what dragons thought
happened.
How the angry spirits took possession over him. How they pulled
him into the dirt, burying him alive. How the spirits created a
demon out of him.
I pushed the thoughts aside. I had nothing to fear. Since my
mentor's death, the clan assigned a keeper to the cemetery. Of
course, the keeper was just another freak they wanted gone. But
he was more than that. He would keep the spirits at bay. He had
to.
One question buzzed through my head though; Why assign a keeper
when the spirits are only angry with their murderers? I'd have
to find out. I pulled myself back into reality, and Legend was
still talking.
"Are you listening?" he said.
Without a single word, I stalked off into the forest. As I
traveled to the outer edge of the forest I smelled something
quite familiar. Rotting flesh.
The smell came from my right, with the cemetery to the left. As
much as I wanted to get my job over with, I was also curious to
find the source of the scent. With that, I turned towards it,
but a fine layer of brambles blocked my way.
Beyond the brambles I could see two dragons. One was laying on
the ground with an almost fatal gash on the side of it's chest,
but the wound seemed to be old. I also spotted a few fresh
scratches along the dragon's spine.
The other dragon loomed over it, claws stained with blood. It
spoke,"I'm doing this for your own good. Do not struggle, or
this will be much more painful."
The hurt dragon let out a child-like wail, and I realized that
it was a child. The dragon was only a hatchling.
I quickly found an opening in the brambles and bursted through.
The older dragon was just about to plunge it's claws into the
hatchling's spine, but stopped at my arrival. Both of them
looked at me in shock.
Before either had a chance to react, I rammed my body into the
older dragon using all my might. I was fueled by anger and
hatred for the dragon. The dragon attempted to shove me off, but
I was too heavy.
I now recognized the dragon to be a ridgeback with light eyes. A
light dragon who was killing a hatchling, I would have thought
it impossible. It shoved me again, this time beating my weight
with strength.
I was thrown back, but quickly regained balance. The dragon
lunged towards me. I quickly drew my sword and plunged it
forwards. For a second, the ridgeback's eyes were filled with
fear as it tried to halt, and the next, blood dripped from it's
mouth.
My sword was embedded deep into it's neck. I pulled it back
letting the dragon's body fall to the ground. I thought back to
this morning, and once again I felt no pity. This time, however,
I was not ashamed of my actions. I was pleased with what I did.
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