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#Post#: 16397--------------------------------------------------
Home of the Draconian
By: Nancy-Ezabella Mae Date: December 11, 2011, 2:54 pm
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Long before the modernization of Europe, there lived a group of
Dragons. The humans' population grew with time, and eventually
they stumbled upon the dragons whom had settled. Down the road,
the dragons and the humans bonded. They preformed a ritual and
split their souls; thus creating the first Draconains. Though
the names had been lost to history, one name remains. Draconius.
He is the only Dragon Epic to have ruled the family.
While he was still around, Draconius appointed Legends- or
technical rulers of the family. Magnus and Akeria. Though Magnus
had been lost, Akeria still remains. The Legends are the more
strong-willed, and they have the ability to complete full
transformation into a Dragon, as well as the control over their
powers.
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The Legends:
The only legend today is Akeria. She was born of Shadows and
heat. She is also the self-appointed historian to the clan.
Draconian types:
Have any kind you like. But please, keep it original. More
interesting.
Important places:
The city: An old city, built out of marble.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Landon Yamato Date: December 11, 2011, 4:25 pm
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His footsteps slowly echoed as he walked down the faded white
streets, people going about their day to day jobs, some hurrying
while other's took it nice and easy. Children around the
street's ran between the crowds, all of them playing some
strange game where they would nominate one person to try and
catch the others.
"Seem's so strange around here... So... Lively..." He spoke
softly to himself as he smiled to the people he passed, each of
them smiling back, either out of manners or of fear, either way
he didn't really care, he knew where every he went he had that
thick aura of death and hatred wrapped around him, and he knew
so more when he walked into this city and felt the sun beam down
upon him, how he could feel the dark shadows of his past hide
beneath his skin wanting not to be seen as blatantly as before.
As he continued to stroll down the street he laid eyes on a open
market stall filled with fresh fruit and vegetables, and without
a seconds thought he diverted his path to see what he could get
for lunch, though as he grew closer he felt his mouth water,
fresh red apples, just picked strawberry's... his two favourite
foods unless he had to actually eat properly, though as he moved
to pick some up he felt almost as if the stall owners hand had
grabbed his own.
"May i....Buy some fruit?" He looked up and smiled to the stall
owner who simply nodded back to him, maybe he wasn't welcome? It
was a large possibility as the people around him were all
smartly dressed, and although he wore his formal clothes, he
knew that the fact they were torn and tattered with stains was
not about to impress, so he quickly picked the fruit he wanted
and left behind the money he had brought with him before taking
off, knowing the stall owner would be confused why so much money
so left for a handful of fruit.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: JD Draconian Date: December 11, 2011, 5:26 pm
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JD’s lips parted and the fire once again came through his parted
lips heating the small cup back up to its original temperature
and sipping down the red liquid and nodding his head towards the
fireplace and his eyes flashed a golden color and it lit up
almost instantly with sapphire colored flames, before they
changed back to the orange-yellowish color that the flames
originally were. He parted his lips again in a giant sigh before
rising from the chair he sat in and stepped outside the door to
his room the long hallway of four rooms lay quiet and empty once
again, his brothers and sister all away for the time being so
the place was rather lonely without them here, so he would go
out to the village below, he reached over to the side of the
door whose frame he stood at and pulled out a giant sword that
lay against the wall and placed it on his back in between the
creases of where his wings would pop out. The crimson colored
wings one of the cooler features of his dragon form began to
make their way from beneath his body crawling through bone and
skin and popping out with the tearing sound of his skin blood
dripping to the ground as they appeared. He took off into the
sky making his way towards the village below.
The wind blew through his hair, his eyes lay on the destination
before him as he flew through the sky, moving faster than the
human eyes could keep up his body stopping to hover just barely
over the village as he slowly descended to the ground people
stopped to stare upon the body of the third sibling of the four
legends JD Draconian, and bow was he a sight to see. His wings
once again faded into his body as he began his casual stroll
through the village glancing at the people, the buildings and
even the main sites of the city the statue in the middle of town
of the first Draconian to make its mark here their great
grandfather. JD’s hand trailed the granite stone of the supposed
grandfather of his and could only silently trace the mighty and
graceful beast, he sighed before continuing on his way watching
the children of the village dance and play off to the side and
the adults continue their days work with a small smile he kept
watch wondering what to do and if he should offer to play in
their game. JD had only been standing there a few moments before
a small girl ran up and took his hand and started pulling for
him to follow her, he smiled and went with the girl where he was
taken to a small circle of kids of all ages from small children
to young adults. In the middle was a pile of wood and some
mentor of theirs trying to start a fire using his simple dragon
powers, JD offered the man a smile and parted his own lips and a
small breath of fire extended outward lighting the brush ablaze.
When the cheering from the kids stopped JD took a seat next to
them and listened to their stories of fantasy and decided he
would tell one of his own later.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Roran Date: December 13, 2011, 12:15 am
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Roran sat quietly in the Tavern in the village of Talbert, the
place was unusually crowded, mostly with men who no doubt came
to kill the great silver dragon that dwelled in one of the
nearby caves, and claim it's hoard for themselves. Oh what a
hoar it was at that, countless amounts of the finest crafted
jewelry and fabrics, gathered throughout the ages, it was a
grand sight the mounds of jewelry, the fine weapons that wer
there, and grand sets of armor. Roran could picture the hoard
well, he could see and feel every last ring, and dagger, every
bolt of silk, and fur lined cloak. AS well he should, it was his
hoard, his collection, his pridfe, and the thought of others
touching it made his blood boil.
Roran knew what he was, as did some of the villagers here, but
they didn't mind, he left them alone they left him alone, it was
the way of life in these mountains. Hearing one man boast about
how, he would cut off the dragons head Roran smirked and glanced
at him barely turning his head. "Ah, and pray tell, what makes
you so sure you could kill such a terrible beast?" He asked, his
right hand resting on the hilt of a dagger that was intricately
carved, there was a ring on his right hand aswell. It was a
drgon forged out of silver, wrapped around his finger, its eyes
a pair of tiny sapphires. "I can kill anything and any man that
I come across." The man boasted, as Roran stood and walked over
to him, "Oh, really?" He asked as he came toe to toe with the
man, "Yeah really." The man was nearly a full eight inches
taller than Rorans six feet even stature. "Think you could take
me?" Roran asked, as he did, his soft brown eyes flashed a
brilliant blue, the pupils becoming verticle reptillian slits.
His hand moved lightening fast, the dagger whipping out of its
sheath and across the mans throat, as he side stepped, ensuring
the man nor his blood would not land on Rorans person.
Walking bacvk to his table Roran sat down, he started to wonder
if the Draconians would ever acknowledge his exsistance. It was
true, he was not as old as some of them, yet he still felt he hd
more honor than several of the family. Sneering Roran picked up
his mug of mead and took a drink, "To hell with them. They can
rot in their city, I have my mountains, and my hoard. That's all
I need." He grumbled, his breath forming a fine frost where it
hit his mug.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: JD Draconian Date: December 13, 2011, 12:36 am
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JD yawned as he made his way from the circle of kids, he had
helped them with their story telling even telling a story of his
own before making his way towards the tavern. His eyes were
already back to their same old sapphire color and his body had
returned to its natural human stature, he was taller than most
of the village and had already achieved his stature as the
second of the strongest of his family and had even become a fear
on the villages that had even attempted to wage war on his
families, JD was a war torn veteran while he was still only a
juvenile by dragon standards his power had already achieved way
past the status of his grandfathers and his siblings. He raised
his eyes towards the sky and gazed into the many twinkling stars
that lay overhead only wishing the fly beneath the sparkling
dots, JD took a deep breath and the scent smacked him in the
face as if he had ran smack dead into a wall, blood no mistaking
it and the scent of a mere human. JD continued towards the
tavern quickening his pace a bit but not showing to much haste,
the scent seemed to only get stronger as he made it into the
tavern, he pushed the door aside and heard the excited whispers
of the people and the harsh ones of those that had even wanted
to fight him to show their power. JD’s eyes scanned the place
looking for the source of the smell, he scanned the man at the
bar first he didn’t recognize the man but JD could tell dragon
blood coursed through his body, next JD’s eyes shifted towards
the man on the ground and he stepped towards the body and knelt
down before it. A warrior one of very high status in the village
to the east by the clothing he was wearing, JD’s lips parted
slightly and his fangs showed themselves as a small flame
erupted past his lips and the mans body became ash.
JD breathed softly before standing to his feet and looking
around for a moment, several of the warriors looked ready to go
for their weapons, JD had heard rumors of the place here and had
even dealt with problems here because of the silver dragon, a
dragon known for it’s massive hoard of treasure. JD knew by the
four warriors that rested against the wall hands reaching for
the swords and staves and whatever weapon was close that his
name was well known around here, he rubbed the bridge of his
nose and gave a light sigh “Come then you will learn why they
call me the barbarian of my family.” When JD looked up again his
eyes had changed to a dark crimson color and reptilian slits had
rested in them, the warriors deciding they wanted to live till
next morning sat down, JD took a seat next to the man at the bar
and looked at the barkeep and waving away the drink he was
offering. “I am pretty sure you already know me but I am JD
Draconian I am the third of the siblings” JD knew the man was
dragon just by the aura he put off but he didn’t know what kind
so for now he would let him introduce himself to him.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Roran Date: December 13, 2011, 1:48 am
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Roran was well into his mead, he had lost count of how many
drinks he had, had so far, but he knew he alone had been
responsible for the inkeeper to open another cask. Evern with
the amount of alcohol in his system, it wasn't even enough to
dim his senses, he would need nother four casks alone to feel
any effect, then who knows how many before actually becoming
drunk. He could feel the other patrons watching him, he had
killed a man without hesitation then went back to drinking. They
wouldn't approach him though, not with his weapons on him, the
slender lonsword, with the ornate scabbarb and hilt on his left
hip the matching dagger with which he killed a man just seconds
ago on his right. The weapons were part of his hoard, a gift he
had received from a friend long ago, the same with the ring he
now wore.
Feeling someone walk in the air on the back of his neck stood on
end, "Draconian..." He hissed, a icey cloud escaping his mouth
withe word. He chose to ignore the man until he walked up and
introduced himself. Looking at the draconian with an irritated
look in his eyes he smirked, "Ah yes, the one the villagers call
a monster. hmmm I do suppose that should be rephrased. The one
they refer to as a butcher, and a barbarian." aking another
drink he set the mug down, "What are you doing in my mountains.
I do hope just passing through on yourway to the city." He
sneered, he had fought for the Draconians before, and had been
abondoned by them aswell, "If you are here and talking to me. I
am going to assume you know who I am. Though I must say, I was
hoping for a more prominent member of your family." He added,
the last words coming out stinging like a barbed arrow. Picking
up his mug again Roran went back to drinking.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Landon Yamato Date: December 13, 2011, 6:29 pm
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He stopped walking down the faded white streets as he slowly
dropped his gaze, as he slowly sunk his teeth into his last
apple the juices ran through his mouth, his taste buds going
insane as the sweetness drove him insane, the same flavours he
used to taste when al of his brothers and sisters were still
around... memories flooded into his mind, how they betrayed him,
mocked him, treated him like dirt beneath their feet even though
he worked so hard for them... "...Da....mn...."
How the only two to stand beside him in the end were Kayis and
Kevin, and even they vanished from his sights leaving him alone
in the darkness, and how he went insane that day that Vermillion
appeared in his mind, how he killed them all, he took the title
of death by force all those years ago...
"...sh....it.....ty...."
His body began to tense as he stood in the middle of the street,
the city's folk simply background noises in his dark memories,
though all of them sounding just like the same hateful laughs he
heard back then. Though as he stood still in the street, his
dark and haunted past troubling him, the children ran past,
weaving in and out of people as they past until one bumped into
his leg.
"....tra...sh..."
He didn't look at the child but it still burst out crying,
crawling away quickly terrified of what he had encountered.
Though with this the person stopped and stared, children paused
and bak away in fear, women pulled their loved ones close while
men took form and pushed to the front of the crowds, a scene
that would almost remind any being what it is to be a man, but
that mattered not right now.
As a guard quickly walked through the crowd, a spear held high
over his shoulder he approached Landon, placing his hand on his
shoulder, it was obvious he wasn't welcome in this town, that he
wasn't welcome in this world... and with that he cracked a
smile.
"your... all....DAMNED SHITTY TRASH!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs spinning on the ball of his
left foot, his right leg extended outward as his jacket flailed
in the wind behind him, his left hand extended in front of him
as blood dripped from his fingers the guard fell to his knee's,
crimson blood pouring out from his torn apart throat like a make
shift waterfall, dead flesh slowly tearing the the steel helmet
forced the mans head to arch back until all that held it on was
the spine and a small sliver of muscle.
All was silent for a moment as all took in the scene, and then
the screams began, the beautiful screams of terror and fear
broke out, women pulling the children away and heading for the
buildings for shelter, the men quickly moving forward as if in
some strange hope to subdue him and stop him from spilling any
more blood.
3 men dived quickly towards him, all of them planning to pin him
down but as their feet left the ground his feet began to move,
the heartbeats of the crowd around him, their screams, the quick
pattering off footsteps on the stone floors, it was a strange
sort of melody to him and so he began to let him body take over,
and gracefully he moved as if dancing for them all to see. The
three men in mid air would only have felt an instant of what was
to come, as he quickly lowered his body and swept his legs from
the floor a trail of crimson followed, freezing in air only for
when he quickly placed his feet back on the ground he could
grasp the tip and use it as some cheap blade, and with a quick
smooth movement he took of the arms of two of the men and the
leg of the third letting them all smack into the floor writhing
in pain, their limbs hitting moments later in the rapidly
increasing pool of blood at his feet. As each limb hit the
ground a small splash rose into the air the small beads of blood
froze instantly as more men began to take charge, a larger
group, eight in total each with the same motive, kill before
killed, but unfortunately for them they were already dead.
"YOUR ALL DECAYING BAGS OF PESTILENCE AND SHIT! I'LL KILL EVERY
LAST ONE OF YOU FOR LAUGHING AT ME! FOR ABANDONING ME! FOR
PUSHING ME AWAY!" He continued to scream as he quickly rushed
towards the men, the air around him quickly being pulled towards
him forcing the frozen beads of blood to propel in his direction
just like small rounds from a gun, though as he approached the
men he dropped the blade and began to weave past them, the
currents of air he made forcing the beads to follow by any means
possible, and within seconds the men hit the floor, small holes
covering their bodies and the beads tore through their weak
muscles, the blood quickly pumping out of their bodies like some
sick water feature.
he quickly looked around expecting to see more rush towards him
but his eyes dropped in disgust, even the men had began to back
away, everyone was running from him, they were leaving
themselves open for death, a sign that no being in this city
should be left alive, all weak, all filthy, he hated them all,
they were just like they were back then, foul, cruel scared
little children running for their lives! though before he could
move he heard the sound of steel, more guards were coming, and
not in small numbers, he had no where to run as their sound came
from every passage, a tactic that made him smile, he would cut
through everything until this white city and it's sky were
painted crimson with his enemies blood! And so he turned to face
the main street, his feet drenched in the blood of the 12 dead
mean around him. "Come... COME AND DIE YOU BASTARDS!"
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Nancy-Ezabella Mae Date: December 13, 2011, 7:01 pm
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''M'lady! You better come quick. There's a stranger in the
middle of the city, and he's killing the guards!''
Putting down the quill and ink, Akeria pinched the bridge of her
nose for a moment, doing nothing.
''..M'lad-'' ''Yes. I hear you, Gracchus. Fetch my horse. I will
go see him out of the city. Oh, and Gracchus; please. Get a
tumbrel to get the bodies out of the street.'' As he nodded and
vanished to do as she ordered, Akeria tied her long sword to her
hip as always, her gladiator shoes tapping gently against the
stone floor. Rushing down the stairs, under the arches and
though the large wooden doors, Akeria grabbed the reins to her
horse, hopped on and took of galloping to the stranger that had
been causing dismay in her city.
Finally, she came upon the 'scene' of the altercation. Her white
stallion's hooves were laced in blood, the people had retreated
and watched him cautiously as he yelled vulgarities to the
passerby. Cocking a perfectly groomed eyebrow, she gave the
reins to Gracchus whom had just appeared panting by her side,
she got off the horse and walked toward him. With her hand on
the hilt of her sword, she slowly made her way over a few
mangled, bleeding corpses towards him.
She looked at one of the guards that lay broken on the city's
cobble stone street- One of the best, she had though, before
sighing and looking to the killer, she gave him a stern stare
and asked blatantly ''I demand to know your name, and why it is
that you have decided to come to my city and kill one of my best
guards.'' Looking to the mention's dirty corpse again, she shook
her head and signaled Gracchus to began the clean up. Careful
not to get too close to the man, she raised the same eyebrow,
her fiery red hair whipped gently about her face as her
elegantly golden eyes stayed locked onto the intruder, waiting
for the information she required.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Landon Yamato Date: December 13, 2011, 7:29 pm
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He heard above all the steel something else approach, a hard
thumping on the ground, a hard substance... hooves raced down
the cobbled streets to meet him, a welcome he truly deserved and
so he began to turn, though it was closer than he knew, by the
time he had turned to look he saw before him a woman with red
hair, golden eye's glaring at him. What the hell did she want?
who gave her the right to speak to him... To ask for his name,
to speak to one so much higher than herself, to speak to the God
of Death, to speak to the man who would bring this city to it's
knee's. Though as the guards behind her moved with small packs
to remove her bodies he smiled. "Landon....Ya...Ma....To....
Make sure.... you never.... FORGET IT!"
He took to time to ask or to care what her name was, instead he
flung his arm upwards, the blood on the floor behind the woman
freezing and shooting up into the air only for the sound of
thick hide being torn, blood sprayed into the air as her horse
was torn asunder from the spires he had created, the guards
behind her all frozen as the spires went in between them all,
stopping them from moving and ready to take all their lives the
instant he grew bored of their pathetic voices. "IF HE WAS ONE
OF YOUR BEST THEN THIS CITY DESERVES WORSE THAN WHAT I CAN
DELIVER! BUT I WILL DO THE BEST I CAN!"
He burst out into a mad laughter, his eye's shaking as he looked
past the woman, the dead corpse of her horse and the scared
guards, he looked far beyond the far walls wanting something to
come, something strong to come and face him, to give him the
kill he needed to calm him down from this hatred. But he knew
this would not come to him, he knew the beings he desired were
long gone now... But right now he had an opponent in front of
him and he would have to make do with her. "Young girl... I hope
you understand what you've got yourself into..."
He began to walk towards her, his left hand held out beside him
as a thick blue ice sword began to form within his hand, it's
hilt wrapped in what looked to be silk, it's blade edged like a
saw though within it a pulsing black smoke that warped around.
"Wasami... come to me..." He grinned at the young woman, only a
few meter's between them. "Come spill the blood with me....
Let's teach them my name....."
Leaning forward towards the girl leaving his guard open, his
long white hair hanging wildly across his face, his emerald
green eye's burning with hatred and his smile wide and sadistic.
"Girl.... Let me show you.... who... I... Am!....LANDON TYLER
YAMATO THE ABYSSAL OF FUCKING DEATH!!!!!" he burst out in
hysterics waiting to see if she was brave enough to make use of
that petty sword he held in her hand.
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Re: Dracos, Home of the Draconian
By: Nancy-Ezabella Mae Date: December 14, 2011, 4:51 pm
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She drew her blade, startled by the sudden make-shift icicles of
blood. Closing her eyes with an exasperated sigh as she heard
the terrified neighs of her now dead horse, she shot the
deadliest of glared towards the man whom had identified himself
as Landon. ''Landon Yamato, I will ask you once.'' Putting her
sword into it's hilt, she began to circle him- just out of the
range of his sword. ''Please leave my city.''
The icicles began to melt; staining the city further with the
blood. The air around the two became as stifling as a soldier's
helmet on a hot summer's day in the Mediterranean. The flowers
hanging in a delicate pot in the doorways began to wither. Of
course Akeria was the cause of all this; for she was the Legend
of the family that could emit such heat from her body. Sighing
as the blood ran like a mini river in between the crevices of
the cobble stone.
Though he was vulnerable before she started moving; Akeria knew
better than to go for the obvious and attack right away. His
white hair made him seem old, but his emerald eyes intrigued
her. The Abyssal of Death? It had been a while since Akeria had
come across anyone with the title of Abyssal, let alone anyone
who had the gaul to call her young with the notion she was
inexperienced. She didn't want to attack him, nor him her. The
city was fragile; the damage of a Draconian and an Abyssal
fighting within it's walls would tear it to shreds. Sighing, her
eyebrows furrowed as she put her hands on her hips. ''What
business do you have here, Yamato?''
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