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       #Post#: 390794--------------------------------------------------
       A Tale of Scales
       By: Christofer Hayward Date: October 18, 2015, 9:27 pm
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       "Thank you, kind stranger. You have saved our village! Here,
       it's all we could pull together to pay you for your services..."
       It was something Neytiri heard a lot. The gratitude of a village
       leader as he handed her a bag of the village's savings, a small
       bag of gold. It was never enough to be worth taking, so as
       always she shook her head and placed a kind hand on the man's
       shoulder.
       "Keep your gold, you need it more than I." She smiled at the
       look of relief on his face and looked out across the rest of the
       village. That was no lie, the village certainly needed the money
       more than she did. She could live off the earth, survive in the
       woods, build weapons from the land. It was the way of her
       people, she had no need for money. These people however, they
       had nothing. Their village was half burnt to the ground, all of
       their supplies had been destroyed and there was a giant dragon
       laying in the middle of it all, it's body oozing blood that
       matched the crimson stain on her sword. "Besides, I do not help
       for the money, but for the people. You needed my help and I gave
       it, you remaining alive is all the payment I need."
       "You are a noble and kind warrior, please tell us your name so
       that we may celebrate you in song tonight at our feast!" The
       village leader raised his arms in joy and the crowd around them
       cheered in agreement, calling out for her name. But as always,
       she did not give it. Just as she wasn't here for the money, she
       wasn't here for the glory either.
       "I am afraid I must decline, I aim to stay out of stories and
       songs. If they ever get ahead of me, people will have
       expectations I cannot match up to." She chuckled and wiped her
       sword on the fabric of her skirt before sheathing it. "I ask
       only for some supplies to get me to the next village, some meat
       and water will do if you can spare it."
       "Spare it?!" a voice called from the crowd. "We've got a bloody
       big dead dragon here, I think it's only right you get a share at
       the feast and take plenty with you!" A cheer of agreement once
       again echoed across the village and Neytiri bowed her head.
       "I am most grateful, but I am afraid I cannot stay for the
       feast. I must be on my way."
       "Very well," the leader placed his hand on her shoulder, giving
       it a gentle squeeze. "I will have a bag filled with meat and
       bread and a flask filled with water for your travels. But know
       you will forever be welcome here should you ever need a place to
       rest." Neytiri nodded and the crowd once again cheered as she
       stepped through them towards the dead beast, drawing her blade
       to dig out a scale. She took one from each dragon she defeated,
       a trophy of sorts. Some of the smaller ones she had skinned
       completely, using their tough hides to build her armour, but it
       was impractical to do such a thing for every dragon. Besides,
       she was sure this village would have some use for it.
       By the time the sun had set and the stars had begun to appear,
       Neytiri was on her way. The village leader had demanded she take
       a horse and wouldn't take no for an answer despite her many
       refusals, so with a bag of supplies hitched onto the saddle
       behind her she made her way along the dusty path that led to the
       next village. She had to admit, at least having a horse now
       wouldn't mean it would take her three days to travel, perhaps
       she could get there by the end of the day tomorrow.
       As long as nothing delayed her, she may even reach the next
       village by midday.
       #Post#: 390816--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: UrdroxasReturn Date: October 18, 2015, 9:57 pm
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       It was some time before the world witnessed the beauty that was
       an Elder Wyrm. An age category of dragon very rarely ever
       reached. An age where the dragon reaches the pinnacle of it's
       strength and the sheer size of a true gargantuan. Soaring so
       high in the sky she was practically swimming through the
       stratosphere, her truly massive golden body crusting very gently
       in a thin layer of ice. Her nostrils flaring, dipping her flight
       pattern closer to earth to allow small breaths before returning
       to her near-spatial flight path. Her two massive wings seemed
       pristine and untouched by fighting, yet that was far from the
       idea one would get from looking straight at her beautifully
       slender muzzle. Her piercing golden eyes seemed to only be able
       to glare. Her body was easily several hundreds of feet long, and
       roughly a hundred tall from forelegs to head when standing on
       all fours. She seemed to hear distant cries of smaller, weaker
       cousins and slowly lowered her flight path, still incredibly
       high above the clouds yet close enough for her to pick up the
       death cries of the few caught below the cloud line. Her muzzle
       curled into a smile as she heard them die off, dragons naturally
       hating other dragons of other lineage. The cries below seemed to
       be those of black and red dragons, the most unruly kinds.
       Personally she thought whoever had slain the few had done her a
       personal favor, getting rid of competition.
       She then began to familiarize herself with the scents below.
       'Human...' She hissed, no other race was more pest-like than the
       humans. Having no potential use for Dragon kind except for
       consumption and the occasional fling while in human form. She
       then smiles viciously as she discerns the scent of the killer.
       She then waited until nightfall, when the killer had seemingly
       left, for the mayhem. Swooping down incredibly silent she slams
       directly into the town square, amid hundreds of tables and
       partying citizens. Dozens of screams were immediately halted
       when she slams her body directly onto a crowded area. Letting
       out a singular tremendous roar (Think Godzilla's from the movie)
       as she breathes out incredibly hot fire, yet after mere seconds
       the flames seemed to become plasma, the sheer heat burning away
       oxygen molecules and even igniting them. In one huge wave she
       douses three quarters of the town in hot plasma, the solid white
       flames, almost translucent, leaped from house to house, burning
       civilians and buildings alike. The screams of the citizens last
       maybe 5 minutes before her tail-swipes and plasma bursts razed
       the entire settlement to the ground. Even the rocks that made
       the bricks that made the homes were reduced to ash and rubble.
       After the very brief, very violent attack, Shiva smiles wickedly
       at her deeds. "Best wipe out the pests before they think they
       can challenge us... Though they really didn't do anything to
       me... They might... Now for the 'Hero'..." She hisses silently,
       as she slowly hunkers down she launches her body straight up
       into the sky, once more silently slipping away.
       Flying at incredible speeds she catches up to the horse-bound
       human whose scent pervaded her nostrils earlier. The draconic
       blood still fresh on her body. Still soaring high into the
       stratosphere she then begins to descend directly ahead of the
       horsewoman, revealing her truly towering body in a single
       glimpse. Lowering herself several hundred feet away from the
       horsewoman she quickly turns into a beautiful scantly clad white
       haired woman. Her clothes were very faintly golden but primarily
       white silk. Having landed in a clearing surrounded by woods she
       knew that the horsewoman would be looking for a dragon still and
       not a woman. Slowly walking from the clearing towards the
       horsewoman on the path through the woods. Upon entering visible
       range she begins waving her arms frantically trying to wave down
       the horse bound woman. "Help! Please! A dragon has attacked my
       family in a cottage just through these woods in the clearing!
       You must help me!" She yells, her angelic voice almost
       off-putting, her voice seemed almost like it doesn't belong in a
       lowly world such as this.
       #Post#: 390824--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: Christofer Hayward Date: October 18, 2015, 10:20 pm
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       Neytiri yawned softly, her vivid green eyes starting to drift to
       a close. It was a good thing she was on a horse, or else she'd
       have started to get tired before she'd even left sight of the
       village. She decided soon would be a good time to stop for the
       night and set up camp, with one of her own horses she would
       trust them to carry her to the next village without needing her
       be awake, but this was a strangers horse. Who knew where she'd
       end up if she closed her eyes for even just a few minutes.
       Taking a deep breath of the brisk night air, she ran her hand
       over her face and slipped her helmet from her head, deciding the
       fresh air in her hair might wake her enough until she found a
       good resting place.
       It was then that she heard a great rumble and then the bone
       chilling sound of something large. There were always many noises
       in the night, some more frightening than others and some you'd
       never heard before or again since. But this, what ever it was,
       was one hell of a beast. It sounded like a dragon, but it must
       be far larger than any she'd come across before and far older
       too. Perhaps something she wasn't quite prepared to face whilst
       tired and still worn out from her previous battle. No, she would
       continue and save it for another, more experienced hunter. She
       had learnt from the mistakes of others that taking on something
       you knew you could not defeat would only end in your own death,
       and if you were dead then you could no longer help anyone. This
       was the only thing keeping her from feeling the guilt that she
       had felt the first time she walked away from a dragon attack.
       Still, she kept her eyes on the sky from then on just in case it
       took flight and came her way. A dragon's nose could easily pick
       her up from miles away, it may not be too happy to smell a
       hunter nearby and at this moment in time, she certainly reeked
       of dragon blood.
       She gave a soft sigh and bowed her head for a moment in respect
       for those that were losing their lives behind her, raising her
       gaze once more just in time to see the silhouette of something
       large land ahead of her. In the dark it was tough to judge the
       distance and therefore judge the size, so she pulled softly on
       the reigns and uttered a halt to the horse who thankfully hadn't
       seen the beast. Now wasn't a good time for it to get spooked and
       run off. She waited in the dark, her eyes wide as she tried to
       see through the woods that were only lit by the bright moon
       above.
       A woman? A woman in distress it seemed. Shoving her helmet back
       onto her head, she dug her heels into the horses side and set
       off at a canter towards the frantic woman, whose voice she could
       now hear calling through the trees. Ahah, so she had seen a
       dragon. Best leave the horse here and come back for it then. She
       clambered down from the saddle and hooked the reins onto a
       nearby branch, grabbing her scabbard and throwing it across her
       shoulder so that her sword rested at her hip.
       "Where is it?" She called out, running forwards to meet the
       woman down the path. As she drew closer, she could see the woman
       clearer now and something about her just... didn't sit right.
       Her clothes were too pristine to be living in a cottage in the
       woods, no one around here was rich enough to afford silk like
       that. And her voice... No matter, there was a dragon that needed
       taking care of. She could question the woman's attire later when
       the dragon was dead. "Take me to it."
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       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: UrdroxasReturn Date: October 18, 2015, 10:44 pm
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       Shiva nodded softly as the woman seemed eager to help. Keeping
       her calm she turned around and pointed deeper into the forest.
       "Further in! Looked like a young drake. Still far too strong for
       simple folk like me. Please, come with!" She then began to walk
       forward, at first at a very slow and leisurely pace. Then she
       realized how it may be seen as odd so she then starts to jog,
       her pace picking up briskly. The woman seemed to move with such
       quickness and without so much as a light pant as she
       effortlessly put distance between her and the woman she was
       about to ensnare. Quickly finding that same massive clearing she
       nods, quickly making a beeline for the opposite side, knowing
       the other woman would still be trying to catch up but made sure
       the woman knew where to go. Then she faced the opposite
       direction from the newcomer who now just entered the clearing.
       Shiva then began to chuckle lightly to herself, not exactly
       having thought this encounter through. She knew she wanted it to
       happen. But she wasn't sure just how friendly she would be, so
       this time she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and
       play nicely. She then slowly turned around to face the other
       woman and only began to laugh. "So... You're the one who killed
       off the little ones? I suppose I should thank you, they were
       actually a little too unruly. I was going to cull them myself as
       they just now encroached on MY territory..." Her laughing began
       to turn sadistic and maniacal. Turning from angellic to purely
       hellish and terrifying. She then picked up a strange lump by her
       feet, hurling it at Neytiri's feet, Neytiri would now realize
       that it was the half-scorched head of the leader of the previous
       city. "Nobody kills that many dragons so effortlessly... You
       must be quite the up-and-comer..."
       Shiva smiled lightly as she held her hands behind her body,
       trying to appear as innocent as possible. "To tell you the truth
       that's the first human blood I've shed in many lifetimes. I
       don't kill to eat anymore, I actually stick to my own inferior
       kind. At least they can put up more of a fight..." She then
       smiled, walking in closer and closer to the other woman. Raising
       her left hand and snapping her fingers, the earth around the
       clearing then raised up 12 feet, effectively creating a huge pit
       of the clearing. "Now that I have you all to myself. Tell me how
       you found this life. How you started murdering my kind?" She
       asks calmly, crossing her arms almost in disgust, yet curiosity
       clearly fueled her now. "If I like your story... We don't have
       to fight. But if you bore me, I'll have to eat you up!" She
       began to giggle maniacally, her eyes wide, revealing her solid
       yellow draconic slit eyes. "Throw in a few bonus points if you
       can show me some noteworthy trophies, maybe even someone I
       knew." She added with a callous smirk. Shiva now stood just 10
       feet from the other woman. Shiva eyed the other woman hungrily,
       biting her lower lip as she took in all the other woman's
       details. "By the way, I like what I see." She giggles with a
       wink.
       #Post#: 390860--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: Christofer Hayward Date: October 18, 2015, 11:14 pm
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       Neytiri nodded, looking off in the direction she had pointed.
       She prepared herself to run but was rather surprised to see that
       she merely walked. Perhaps she'd imagined it though as the woman
       suddenly began to run, leaving Neytiri pretty far behind in a
       short time. Neytiri was light on her feet but this woman was
       fast and barely even seemed to be making an effort. She grabbed
       her halberd from the horse's saddle, knowing that she'd be
       better off taking it with her than leaving it. She didn't mind
       someone stealing her supplies or even the horse, but she'd made
       this weapon from the bones of one of her kills, the blade made
       from serrated teeth bound together. It was pretty nifty in a
       dragon fight, especially when she wasn't sure of the size of the
       beast. True the woman had said it was only a young drake, but
       she'd heard that before only to find a fully grown dragon
       waiting for her.
       She took off after the woman, her silhouette just visible ahead
       of her. The trees gave way into a clearing and she looked
       around, quickly noticing the lack of cottage. Had she been
       tricked? What was going on...? Her gaze was pulled to the woman
       across from her and her brow furrowed as she stepped out into
       the clearing, her fingers tightening on the shaft of her halberd
       while she listened. This was... the dragon? She'd heard of many
       that changed shape into human form but she'd never seen it for
       herself before. Dragons weren't normally so foolish to leave
       themselves so vulnerable in front of a dragon slayer, either
       this one was trying to prove something or she was strong enough
       to know she could beat her. Neytiri hoped it wasn't the latter.
       She stepped back as the object landed at her feet, narrowing her
       eyes as she looked down to see the scorched head of the man who
       had been so joyous the last time she had seen him. She should
       have stayed at the village for the night...
       "If you don't kill to eat, why kill them?" Stepping over the
       head so that it was behind her and she would no longer have to
       look at it, Neytiri began to circle around the clearing while
       the woman, or rather dragon, drew nearer. She didn't want her
       getting too close too soon without at least showing her size.
       There were plenty of ways to outrun a dragon if you knew how,
       but best not to start a fight with one too big for you. However,
       it soon seemed that running would be out of the equation as the
       ground rose around them. Neytiri stumbled and quickly looked
       behind her to check for any possible escape route; none could be
       seen. She grit her teeth and turned back to the approaching
       dragon, trying to calculate her best way out of this whilst
       continuing to circle what was now a pit.
       "Story? It's a bit of a cliche... dragon attacks village, hid
       under dead parents bodies for three days, only one left alive,
       spend my life making sure as few other people have to go through
       the same. As for trophies, I'm wearing most of them." She
       gestured to her armour, made from the hide of several dragons.
       The scales of varying different colours had been overlapped
       cleverly to replicate the way they were situated on a dragon's
       body, ridged spikes lining her back and claws at the toes of her
       boots to make it seem like her feet were that of a dragon. Even
       her helmet was lined with hide, sharp horns situated at either
       side. "Recognise anyone?" By now she had lowered her halberd to
       point at the dragon before her who now stood so close, more of a
       defence than anything; should she come at her suddenly, Neytiri
       was prepared.
       #Post#: 390916--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: UrdroxasReturn Date: October 19, 2015, 12:21 am
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       Shiva smiles as the woman before her begins to pry into Shiva's
       inner nature, deciding with a light smile to humor her.
       "Well..." She started, laughing lightly, fairly humored by this
       human female. "Well, I kill humans because once they think they
       can kill dragons, they start looking for nests. Well mine is
       very close to here, in fact I may have to move it soon. As for
       my own kind... I kill them for game, as any of your kind would
       do after their first kill. But also, the more Primal Ones are
       cannibalistic. Preying upon weaker subordinates to clear the
       path for the rightful brood, not even wyrmlings are safe from
       this predation." She chuckles lightly, covering her mouth with
       her right hand, trying to act coy. She herself have predated on
       numerous broodlings and even fully grown adults, but not for her
       brood, as she had not produced in a very long time.
       She then sighed lightly, finding the story of her origin dull
       and boring. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... I could've read that story in a
       fairy tale my dear child... As for your trophies, they looked
       like they were pried from juveniles. Nobody I'd bother knowing."
       She then began to gaze at the halberd, finding it to be
       particularly interesting. "A polearm... Now why dedicate both
       arms to one weapon? Surely you've been aware of our nasty
       breaths..." She said chuckling, coughing a single burst of flame
       to erupt up from her lips. A simple show of force, not to
       intimidate in the slightest, but to show that even in human form
       she could utilize her powers and strength. Shiva then smiled as
       she watched Neytiri size her up, noting the stance and chuckling
       as she seemingly finds no weakness in it. "Mmm, not bad... But
       that's assuming I'm of your size category... Oh little pet, have
       you heard of the story of the First Elder Wyrms? The ancestors
       to common day dragons? You've probably heard stories of their
       kind, each one begetting whole broods of fully grown dragons by
       themselves, not needing a mate to reproduce perfect offspring.
       Well they are all too real. When one reaches the end of it's
       natural life cycles, their hearts form a shell and revert back
       into eggs. Well I went to check on them, and one by one they
       have been killed during either their egg form or as wyrmlings.
       Now just as an example, a wyrmling Elder still has enough
       strength to level a mountain..." She sighs lightly, shrugging it
       off. "My name is Shiva... And I am the Golden Elder Wyrm..." She
       smiles deeply, hoping to feel Neytiri's heartbeat quicken upon
       the realization of what her foe truly was.
       She then began to take steps back. Giggling evilly as she did
       so. "I suppose I could stop killing humans, but I cannot let
       them develop that false confidence and seek out my kind. Not
       only is the action stupid, but doing so will draw the rage from
       every dragon around. Now if another dragon were to be
       responsible for these killings, the younger ones would flee or
       go into hiding." She seems to be hinting at something. "Dragons
       are arrogant, and humans are... Destructive. If a balance were
       to be met, I feel like this whole fighting could be foregone.
       Yet none of my kind will listen to the likes of you... Hmm..."
       She stopped walking and now crossed her arms, her right hand's
       fingertips resting on her chin as she thought for a moment. She
       then leaps high into the air, carrying herself hundreds of feet
       up before in a dazzling flash of bright golden light she sheds
       her mortal form and returns once more to her massive size. Truly
       a gargantuan of myths. Landing inaudibly she lowers her long
       head, her entire body taking up almost the entire clearing. "And
       now I show unto you a form that you mortals have not seen in a
       millenia..." She begins to chuckle lightly. Her voice was now
       much deeper, but still had that angelic ring to it that made her
       unearthly beautiful.
       (Has a picture of her dragon form and will show you when you
       read this, just ask for it.)
       #Post#: 392450--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Tale of Scales
       By: Christofer Hayward Date: October 23, 2015, 4:51 pm
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       Neytiri narrowed her eyes as she listened to the explanation of
       the woman, or rather dragon. So it's nest was near here...? That
       was something to bear in mind later on if it ever came up. The
       location of a dragon nest was always an advantage, even if it
       was only to tell people not to settle in nearby land. It was no
       good building a village when a dirty great dragon lived in the
       next field over. The criticism of her armour and weapon only
       made her smile, giving a slight roll of her shoulder.
       "Both have served me well in my travels, there hasn't come a
       battle yet where I have wished for a better weapon or hoped my
       armour holds up." She shifted her weight from one foot to the
       other, flexing her legs with another shrug. "My weapon is light
       and my armour is flexible, I do not care if it was made from
       young dragons." The sudden flame from the woman's mouth was
       certainly a strange sight to see, but now was not the time to
       think of how peculiar a sight it was. Neytiri knew that it was
       barely a scratch on the surface of what this creature before her
       could do, she was sure it was able to turn entire forests to
       cinders in a single breath and definitely not something to be
       underestimated. Her thoughts went briefly to her first fight
       against fire and the dark scars it had left her with. It was
       what had first given her the idea of using dragon scales as
       armour; fire-proof.
       As the dragon went into her explanation of the First Elder
       Wyrms, Neytiri frowned. She'd heard of such beasts, but surely
       they were a story? A myth? Dragons never made it to that age,
       there were too many hunters. Even if they travelled away from
       them, they'd soon need to return for food from livestock and
       humans or else risk starving, wouldn't they? Dragons of that
       size were impossible, it was just a scary story the retired
       hunters told around the campfire to those just starting out in
       an attempt to frighten them. Wasn't it...? There was uncertainty
       she'd never felt before now and it was this uncertainty that
       made her unsettled. Her fingers flexed around the pole of her
       weapon and her feet shuffled in the grass, a bead of sweat
       starting to form on her brow. What if she was telling the truth?
       True, she could be telling her this to scare her or impress her,
       but what would this dragon gain from that? She could feel her
       heart starting to quicken despite her best efforts to remain
       calm, she didn't want to give this beast the satisfaction of
       knowing she was so unsettled with this new information. Not to
       mention the fact that the less confident she felt, the less
       chance there was of her leaving this confrontation alive.
       Watching her step back, Neytiri felt she knew what was coming
       next. There was only one reason this Shiva would be backing up
       now and that was because she needed more room. The words from
       her mouth only just about made it to Neytiri's ears over the
       pounding of her heart, something about false confidence and a
       balance? Her brow furrowed as she worked out what the dragon was
       trying to point out, surely that wasn't right... Surely she
       wasn't suggesting they make some sort of... deal? And anyway,
       what would Shiva get out of it? Sure, no one would have to worry
       about the dragons so much anymore, but what about this one right
       in front of her?!
       "What are you trying to say-?" Before her sentence was finished,
       Neytiri watched as the woman threw herself into the air, a
       moment of confusion taking over before the sudden realisation
       hit. By the time she realised what was about to happen, she was
       staring up at the largest creature she had ever laid eyes on.
       The sheer shock of the transition was enough to throw Neytiri
       off her balance, her halberd falling from her limp fingers and
       her knees buckling to bring her down to the ground. Her eyes had
       never been so wide and she truly felt smaller than ever before.
       This really was happening... This was real. The moment Shiva's
       head began to lower, Neytiri came to her senses and she
       scrambled to grab her weapon, not that it would be much use at
       this point as anything other than a toothpick for this beast...
       No, she had to stay confident. Yes this was one hell of a
       monster but she wasn't about to just give up! Fighting would be
       no good here, there was no way she would be able to beat her so
       she would simply have to talk her way out. Dragons liked
       flattery, right? Or was that sea serpents? Only one way to find
       out...
       "Gods above," she was rather proud of herself for managing to
       talk without the shake of her heart echoing in her voice. "You
       truly are the largest creature I have ever seen! I am astounded
       and almost honoured to lay eyes on such a magnificent beast that
       none else have seen." She knew it may sound fake, she knew the
       dragon was likely to see through it but it really was her last
       resort. There was no way she could fight a dragon of this size,
       not alone. By now she had lowered her halberd, though she kept a
       firm grip on it. Just in case.
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