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6:26pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 10:07am May 8 2019)
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There is great power scattered across our world; not some abstract concept of control, or the energy that keeps cities alight. An ancient, magnificent power from long before the age of humans. Power which has inspired myths and legends of creatures both benevolent and terrifying throughout many civilizations; the power of the dragons.
This mysterious power has a way of bringing individuals together, for better or for worse. There are those who would seek to eradicate it, believing it to be the power of monsters who prey on humans. Some view this power as a curse, and some as a blessing; some make the best of what they’ve been given.
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Dragons Rising is a private RP thread; if you would like to join, there is a thread for applications tle="" target="_blank">here.
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Laws of the Dragons (the rules)
Please be respectful of your fellow writers; don’t try to control a character that isn’t yours (no godmodding) On that note, you need to discuss certain plot developments with writers who will be affected (like, say, you are playing a hunter who has discovered a dragon; you can’t actually hurt someone else’s character without their permission) Also if you want your character to die, that’s fine, but don’t go around killing someone else’s characters (unless they have agreed to it)
If you want to add an npc to your part of the story, you are in control of that npc This RP will likely get a bit violent at times, (clashes between hunters and dragons or dragons and other dragons, etc.), but it needs to stay res-friendly; this site is PG-13 and children as young as 10 have been known to use the forums, so extremely graphic de-scrip-tions of violence/injuries are not allowed (I’m a mod so if you aren’t sure if what you’ve written is safe, let me have a look and I will tell you) On a similar note, romance is allowed as long as it is kept PG-13, and you aren’t forcing it on another writer; if you want it to go further you need to do that privately with the other player over skype, discord or some other messaging service (not in the group chat) Cursing is allowed, provided you’re using language that’s appropriate for res (think, “am I allowed to use this word in the SB?”) Why are there so many rules?? Because I want this to go smoothly and I don’t want anyone getting in trouble lol There is a posting order-- Myself, Malik, Stray, DreamWalker, Creus, and dmann; please follow this order unless special permission is given by myself
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The night is still, a thick fog settling, as though to signal the changing of seasons. Melting snow has turned to vapour in the mild evening air; a battle between winter and spring. The sun has set about an hour or so ago, but the mist obscures the stars, giving the world an eerie, almost supernatural glow.
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6:28pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 7:24pm Mar 15 2019)
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It was unwise, Vincent had told himself, to go out, in a forest, alone, on a night like this; experience reminded him that the cover of fog and darkness was often a choice for Hunters eager to get the jump on an unsuspecting dragon. Once, it had been easy to smell a Hunter’s approach, given their macabre choice in weaponry that stank of death. Over the last century though, they had become more clever, and their “dragonsteel” now carried nearly no scent at all. Someone must have figured out that dragons can smell other dragons.
A curious “prrrup” alerted the sun dragon to the fact that he might not be as alone as he thought. The offender, coloured just like the fog she emerged from, raced over to him and meowed indignantly, as though to scold him for not bringing her along.
“Misty, it’s all wet out here! I left you at home so you wouldn’t get dirty,” the blonde-haired man fretted, brushing sand off of her fur with his hands as the large cat purred and rubbed against his jeans. “How did you even get out here, did you climb out the window again?” He asked, knowing he was probably right. Misty was notorious for nudging unlocked windows open to follow him if he went somewhere without her. He must have forgotten to lock it.
The maine coon simply meowed in response, bright green eyes blinking up at him, and Vincent let out a laugh. “I was on my way home, anyway. Let’s go and get dry,” he called to the cat as he continued walking, realizing how damp he was starting to feel.
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7:09pm Mar 14 2019
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Ennie cruised to a stop at the edge of the forest nestled within the hillside overlooking the city, putting her Kona in park and stared thoughtfully at the dark, misty depths of the woods. She hadn't planned on going into the woods that night, she had only wanted to go for a leisurely drive around the countryside, take in the fresh smells of coming spring and relieve some stress. But she had caught a faint whiff of vanilla in a cross breeze, a sign that either someone was going ham on Yankee Candles or that her friend, Vincent, had decided to come out here for a stroll. Either way her curiosity had been piqued but now, facing down a decidedly creepy forest she wasn't so sure. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and chewed at the inside of her cheek, not quite able to shake the feeling of unease that settled over her shoulders like an icy rain. Something sinister was in those woods.
'I bet it's a cat,' Astley, her 'dragon side', spoke up matter of factly. 'I tell ya, I can smell it. Those long, quiet dogs always have a sneaky smell to them.'
"It's not a cat," Ennie mumbled quietly to herself as she stepped out of the SUV and locked the door behind her, a far quieter option than using the key fob. She gathered her thin green jacket around her shoulders, shivering in the sudden chill. Was it the cool mountain air or the trepidation she felt? "Long, quiet dogs?" she asked aloud as she stepped through the sopping underbrush towards the shade of the trees. "You know that's not what cats are, right?"
'Well I know they ain't weasels, and they're not nearly smart enough to be raccoons. So thus they are long, quiet dogs.'
Ennie was about to answer the voice in her head with an equally snarky comment when a noise from far ahead made her freeze mid-stride. Years of living in a forest had given her a unique insight to the behaviors of animals, and she could tell each critter apart just by the sounds they produced. That, what she just heard, that careless, thoughtless crashing about, was definitely no animal.
'You know what, kid?' Astley growled nervously. 'I think you're right, that isn't no long, quiet dog.'
She morphed to a dragon within seconds, wings held tight to a brown, scaly body as she scuttled towards the closest tree and directly up its trunk. The small dragon traveled almost noiselessly through the mist filled canopy, timing her leaps and jumps to the rustling of the wind through the leaves. Every now and then she would freeze in place, becoming all but invisible in the gloom and among the swaying leaves, listening for the unnatural sound emanating from the wood. As a dragon she was able to detect far quieter sounds, and she was almost able to pick out words within the sound. Someone was talking, was it Vincent? A human?
Her sense of smell was also increased, and the raptor-like dragon lifted her head into a breeze, hazel eyes squinting as she took in the menagerie of scents, one in particular.
'Oh yep,' Astley huffed. 'Definitely cat.'
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8:04pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 8:06pm Mar 14 2019)
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Tucker sat in silence. His eyes were constrained on the food in front of him. A woman with long grey hair sat next to him, her green eyes filled with fear. Across from him sat a large man with jet black hair. The man frowned at Tucker in disgust. "Son, stop staring at your food and eat it!" The man said through clenched teeth. Tucker slowly looked up at the man who dared to call him his son. His eyes were filled with burning rage, his words even more so "don't you dare call me that ever again" Tucker then got up from his chair and stormed out of the room.
The next thing Tucker knew, he was outside on the city streets. He stared up at the tall buildings and sighed. His long white hair blew in the breeze. Tucker then felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He sighed and took out his phone. There was a new message from the head of the dragon hunters. A dragon was seen north from here and it needs to be dealt with. Tucker sighed and pulled his hair back into a bun. Gathering his bow and arrows he started to run north. He dodged around people with ease, trying to be the first hunter who made it to the dragon.
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10:48pm Mar 14 2019
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Mercé As far as hostels went, the Emblem Hostel wasn't at the bottom of Merce's list. Not at the top by any means neither, but at least the room was shared with one other woman and the adjoining bathroom served only two others in the opposite room. An added bonus was her new roommates long work hours and penchant for long showers. Amphora was pleased not to have to continue smelling unwashed human. The dragons constant grumblings with their last bunkmate had given Merce a headache that wouldn't go away. Now, looking down at the grants and pamphlets about the areas laws strewn across her bed, the rubbed her forehead and circled Section 3.4C. Two weeks already in the city and she was still wadding through red tape to get to the archaeological site.
'You're being boring. We've not seen anything but there four walls and the coffee shop down the street since we got here.' Amphora complained, voice loud in Merce's head. Though she'd been acquainted with the dragon for nearly fifty years, the voice still startled her from time to time. Looking up from the papers as if expecting to see Amphora standing across the room, the woman snorted inelegantly.
"This isn't a vacation, we're working." Humor tinged her voice, which was a drastic difference to the quivering fear that the two's relationship had started with. Having a dragon share her body had been an unexpected and daunting task when it had first arisen. Now, the two had an understanding and worked well together; even if Merce had a feeling Amphora was hiding things from her. The archaeologist's biggest question, which was of course undeniably evaded, was about other dragons. Surely she wasn't the only one, and from Amphora's silence on the matter Merce was fairly sure there were others out in the world. She'd just never happened upon them. Would she even know if she met another? Or had she already and didn't realize? A depressing thought, really. "Alright, alright. It's not too late, so maybe we can splurge and find a local restaurant for some dinner." Amphora's soft rumble of acknowledgment was her only answer. Figured. Throwing on a light grey jacket, Merce made sure to lock her door behind her and exited the hostel. It was located in a fairly poor neighborhood, but luckily the streets were still alive with people bustling to get home. Tucking her hands deep into the jackets pocket, Merce ducked her head and started towards the brightly lit side of the street.
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Zakhar A 'birdie' had pointed Zakhar in the direction of this rather sleepy town; though compared to New York most other cities seemed dismal so who was he to judge? His meeting with a well-to-do county judge with some interesting ties to the underground had gone well though, so his mood was jovial despite the ambiance. Zakhar hadn't needed to perform a grift, which was a bit disappointing, but the judge had some good information on a possible dragon sighting in the area. Though from his experience only one in maybe thirty tips proved to be anything worth investigating. But Andon had ordered him to check it out, so here he was. Thumbs tucked into his belt loops, the hunter whistled quietly to himself as he made his way down the street.
Advancements in dragonsteel allowed for him to carry his knife concealed in a holster underneath his coat, though the weather was a bit to warm to keep with his current attire. Pulling out his phone, Zakhar brought up his GPS to find the nearest clothing store for something more suitable. There was a text message from Mikhail, his eldest brother, asking about the job - which he happily ignored. His contentious brother could wait a couple more hours until Zakhar got back to his hotel. Smirking at the knowledge he was giving Mikhail grey hairs, the hunter followed the route his phone sent him and paused outside the upscale, though somehow still local, clothing store. One new, lighter jacket which still kept his weapons hidden later, Zakhar gave the young cashier a charming grin and walked back out onto the street. Now what? The night was young, but it was too dark to do any 'first time' reconnaissance.
Zakhar figured being a part of a family of hunters was better then being a lone one, even with irritating brothers. Mainly because he was taught from a young age everything he needed to know; plus he got to learn from the elders' mistakes. How to perform reconnaissance effectively was one such lesson that Gavriil somehow still hadn't mastered. Which worked to Zakhar's benefit, since he got to experience the lessons without the punishment for failing them. However, Zakhar had a feeling Gavriil knew how to do it fine, but tended to chose not to in favor of a much more aggressive approach. Stealth and Gavriil weren't on the best of terms. Huffing a caustic laugh, Zakhar looked towards the sky, which was hazed out by the city lights and wondered if this entire mission was a waste of time or not. Probably.
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11:04pm Mar 14 2019
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As Anthony sits at his windowsill, looking outside of his current apartment, down at the coffee shop where he met his estranged girlfriend, he sighs wearily. He would need to do what he planned soon. If he didn’t, he would be chased and potentially captured and used as an example. Of what he didn’t want to think.
Suddenly, the sound of an animals roar emanates from his phone, signifying the top of the hour, and he looks up at the darkness in the sky, and stands. With quick, precise movements, Anthony grabs his brown jacket, black skullcap and green backpack. It was time to begin his search for the night. He wasn’t sure where though, but he had a few clues to go on.
And most of those clues involved recent local sightings of unusual lizards, which had been relegated to a tiny article in a few hack online newspapers. The Hunters had mostly ignored them, because like the idiots they were, they thought the report was something else entirely. But with what Anthony knew, and was told, he knew better.
He knew, however, whomever he met would almost certainly attack him if he wasn’t careful, or prepared. With that knowledge in mind, he moves towards the front door of his apartment, through the door, and outside with almost no sound. When there, he makes his way down the street towards the local park, wondering if his 10th night of searching would produce anything, for a change...
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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11:29pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 7:23pm Mar 15 2019)
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The trek back was in comfortable silence, Misty trotting a foot ahead of him and sniffing at the air. It carried the scent of spring just starting to overpower winter’s snow, and the sun dragon looked forward to the return of life and warmth. The pair had nearly reached the forest’s edge, the ground beneath their feet a few metres away turning to sidewalk. Suddenly, Misty stopped in front of him, and peered behind them at the dark trees. A voice that had previously been content to stay quiet chimed in as she crouched and narrowed her eyes;
“ωє αяє ησт αℓσηє”
Vincent felt it too-- the presence of danger, and a smell so faint that even the most practiced dragons now had difficulty detecting it.
Dragonsteel.
His heart raced in his chest as he stood in silence, breath quickening. Misty growled, not unlike a dog, and stepped between his legs to stand behind him. Vincent began to wish, just for once, that his feline friend had stayed at home; Hunters showed no mercy, not to anyone, and his greatest fear now was to lose her.
He could hear footsteps, sloppily attempting to sneak along the forest floor. Lucky for Vincent, it was littered with twigs, leaves and chunks of ice that crunched as they were crushed beneath the stranger’s feet, but there was a second presence now, a blurred shadow in front of them, standing between them and the forest’s edge. Two of them.
They had him boxed in; one approaching from behind, and another standing still where the trees met grass. The only way out was up, but the branches of centuries-old trees had woven into a thick canopy. He could tell that one was more experienced than the other, and thought that perhaps he could use that to his advantage. Helios encouraged him to act,
“тσ тнє яιgнт, qυι¢кℓу”
Vincent’s whole body tensed, and he sprung forward, sprinting through the tangle of trees with Misty at his feet. There was a shout of something unintelligible behind him as the Hunters gave chase. Later, he would wonder if they knew he lived in this city, or if they’d just been lurking in the forest, but in the moment, the only thing on his mind was ‘run’.
Vincent had dealt with Hunters many times before, but that didn’t make the experience any less terrifying. He would have fought them if the terrain had been more in his favour, but his draconic form was far too big to weave through the branches and bushes. Briefly, as his leg clipped a large rock, he wished he had been a forest dragon; his human body was strong and able to run here with relative ease, but there was that one tiny problem of--
BANG
Skin being considerably thinner than dragon hide. Vincent screamed as the bullet hit his shoulder; not dragonsteel, but not any less painful, either. He stumbled, tripping over a thick root jutting out from the ground as his senses were clouded by the sharp throb in his arm. He suspected the less experienced Hunter had fired on him; they were in a populated area, after all, and a gunshot in a dark forest would likely warrant a call to the police.
Misty was nowhere to be seen, and panic suddenly overwhelmed him. What if they’d killed her? What if--
BANG
“AGH”, a second bullet grazed the same arm, the searing pain dizzying enough for him to fall. The blonde-haired man struggled to his feet, hearing the rapid approach of his pursuers over the thunder in his chest. Oh god, I’m going to die. |
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12:00am Mar 15 2019
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The gunshot echoed over the canopy, a sudden and intense breaking of the cloying silence that nearly scared Ennie out of her tree. The dragon managed to catch herself on the lower branches, hanging by her arms and legs as she fervently scanned the darkened wood, tiny ears pricked and alert.
The second sound was far more frightening than the gunshot.
A scream. A human scream. In a voice she recognized. Vincent. Both she and Astley mentally bristled with anger and the dragon growled fiercely as she launched herself towards the next tree, hurtling along branches with a special brand of fearlessness. Inky black pupils dilated in twin oceans of hazel prisms as she scanned her surroundings, nose twitching almost hungrily as she followed the scents on the wind. A century of survival in the rainforests of South America brought forth instincts that had long been abandoned, and now the tiny brown dragon was a force-
A second gunshot sounded, closer than before and Ennie was relieved to know she was going the right way. She dropped down out of the tree and made her way through the thick undergrowth, yet again feeling some form of grateful at her small stature. The wind changed again, bringing the smell of gun smoke and strife as well as-
'Cat. Definitely. I'd say of the Smilodon variety for sure. Pretty sure we found our shooter'. Astley said confidently as the dragon neared a thicket of trees and crept around them, head bobbing like a chicken on a mission as she peered through the thick brush.
'I don't think a Smilodon shot Vincent,' Ennie sighed tiredly. 'I'm pretty sure that's Misty, actually.'
'That's what I said,' the voice grumbled. 'Smilodon.'
A strange, quiet sound from above attracted her attention, and the dragon looked up into the branches above to see a pair of reflective eyes staring back. A gorgeous Maine Coon cat was perched just above their heads, meowing quietly but urgently. The raptor dragon cocked her head to the side before making an inquisitive chirp of her own. Misty turned and looked to her left, into a cavernous mess of thickets, and Ennie followed her gaze just in time to catch a flash of movement.
'Thanks, girl,' Ennie chirped before she darted into the thicket, head low, wings tucked in, and clawed arms held out before her, and followed the mess of trees, weaving in and out of the thicket with ease. She caught sight of a flash of movement in the dim moonlight far ahead, Vincent was running from his attackers, trapped in human form by the close tangle of branches. Unfortunately for the man chasing her friend, Ennie suffered no such handicaps.
The tiny brown dragon let out a roar that didn't match her small stature at all and raced after the gunman. He turned, just in time to stare into angry hazel orbs as the dragon fell upon him, clawing at him with her back legs. She grabbed hold of an arm in her mouth and bodily threw him against a tree trunk. The raptor-like dragon watched with an almost calculating stare as the human fumbled for his weapon before she opened her maw and let loose her own. Dozens of poisoned barbs, primed and fired by air-filled glands, flew out of her mouth and peppered the front of the young man. It wasn't long before the would-be gunman fell still, knocked unconscious by the venomous stingers.
Once again the forest fell quiet, save for Vincent's pained breathing and the heavy footfalls of one particular indoor cat. The raptor dragon watched the Maine Coon step almost proudly over to her master and twine her way around his legs, before Ennie morphed back into her human form.
"Holy...crap!" Ennie gasped, blinking in shock at the felled attacker. "What in the heck, Vincent! You can't even go for a stroll without being mugged?!"
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4:17am Mar 15 2019
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Tucker realized he was nearing the location of the reported dragon. He looked down at the gps on his wrist, not looking where he was running. Due to his bad choices he crashed into an innocent bystander, "o-oh! Sorry!" He said to the startled looking woman. Tucker then focused back on getting to the location of the dragon. His legs moved like the wind as he saw the abandoned park in the distance. The front gates were open so Tucker was relieved he didn't need to break in. Slipping past the gates, not making a sound, Tucker made his way into the park. It was a large grassy area with childrens toys scattered all over the place. This place gave him the chills. Just then, he heard a loud noise.
"Who's there?!"
He demanded in a loud voice. Then, a ghostly figure crept into the moonlight. Tucker gasped at the sight. The figure was a tall silver-scaled moon dragon. It's white eyes were trained on him. As majestic as this dragon seemed, Tucker could see scars and missing scales all along the dragon's wings and tail. Tucker, still taken aback by the sight, shook his head to snap himself out of the trance. He took a deep breath and pulled the bow from his back, soon being followed by an arrow. He aimed at the dragon's chest. The dragon looked down at him with sad eyes. This dragon looked like it went through hell and back and now it had no fight left inside of it. Tucker's hand started to shake. Tears welled up in his eyes as his mind took him back to the first time he killed a dragon.
It was his sister. She had betrayed the entire family and turned into a sun dragon. Tucker's father had discovered her in the garden. He called for around twenty men to take her down. But sooner or later, they all were killed, one by one. Tucker and his father were the only ones left alive in the garden. Tucker was standing in front of his wounded sister with a heartbroken ex
pression mixed with fear. He was holding a bow with an arrow trained to her heart. His father was thirty feet away from him, "TAKE THE SHOT!" he screamed. Tucker hand sprung open and the arrow shot towards his sisters heart. She let out an ear peircing roar and collapsed to the ground. Tucker dropped his bow and ran to his sisters side. He felt tears pouring down his face as he hugged her scale covered body which was now growing colder and colder.
Tucker was now on the ground, tears streaming down his face. His bow was still in his hand. The moon dragon reached out to him, carefully lifting him to his feet with a clawed hand. The dragon then softly spoke "kill me and put me to rest so I may be with the ones I lost many years ago..." Tucker's eyes widened. No dragon has ever asked to be killed before. But he didn't give it a second thought. Raising his bow once more, he aimed, and fired.
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8:25pm Mar 15 2019
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Mercé
Strolling slowly down the street, Merce attempted to keep to the lighted areas as she scanned for someplace decent to eat. Amphora continued to grumble away in her mind, flipping between wanting a burger or something more exotic. Knowing the dragon like she did, Merce knew the subtropical dragon would be happy with whatever as long as it was food. Merce still wasn't sure if Amphora actually had to have her eat, or if she just simply liked the idea of food. There was a lot, Merce had come to realize over the years, she didn't know about dragons. And Amphora, as gentile as she was, never gave her much but scraps of information she deemed necessary. It was frustrating for Merce, who loved to learn. Plus, she was the one who had to completely alter her life, her ambitions and ideals, to accommodate the dragon. She deserved at least something. Such as what Amphora actually looked like. There was an image in her head of a small-ish lizard type creature, much like pictures of European dragons, with pale scales and golden eyes. Likely a conjuring Amphora allowed to attempt to quell Merce's curiosity.
So lost in her constantly churning thoughts, Merce hadn't realized she'd traveled further from her hostel than she'd intended to. "Thanks." She grumbled to Amphora, though she tinged the word with amusement. The dragon simply chuffed. "At this rate you'll never get food." Turning to try and get her bearings, Merce noticed a gas station, the entrance to a park, and a Denny's within quick walking distance. "How are we feeling about an omelette?"
"With lots of cheese." Amphora ordered.
"You really don't care about my 'girl-ish' figure do you?" Sarcasm dripped from every word, and Merce pulled out her phone to make it appear she'd been talking to someone on it and not simply at the air. Merce had never cared about her apperance, and her thunder thighs was worn with pride. Amphora, knowing this, simply chortled and demanded they get food: immediately. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Zakhar
Having decided against going to far from his hotel, the Hunter had instead returned to grab his laptop and found the nearest internet cafe that served decent coffee. Now, sprawled across most of the booth he was occupying, Zakhar scanned through his emails while absentmindedly nibbling on a scone when he thought about it. Most was crap, of course, but sometimes tidbits sent from former 'associates' and informants stood out. Nothing concrete, but he'd gotten good at sifting through the bull and saving what he wanted to look closer at later. Being a grifter meant he had a large network set up, with multiple strings of information pouring in from different people at random times. Keeping these ties was what he was good at, and what Andon sent him out for. If he found a promising lead that actually lead to a dragon, then he'd call for one of his brothers, or Andon himself, to do the actual killing.
Of course, it wasn't as easy as birdie's sending him the location of a dragon, since technically most didn't even know such things existed. But they had specific 'things' they knew to look out for; and if they saw them they'd give him a call. It was all about juggling these relationships as well as keeping stories straight so no one suspected things he didn't want them to. Sometimes, Zakhar wondered if his job or actually killing the dragons was harder. Of course most Hunters would instantly say the killing was, but he wanted to see one of his brothers try to actually grift someone, more less an entire network. Smirking to himself, Zakhar tried envisioning Mikhail or Kazimir, or god forbid Luca, attempt to schmooze someone out of information. Unable to stop a vicious cackle he attempted to smother it in his coffee, but he still garnered a few inquiring looks from a couple in the booth opposite him. Motioning to his laptop, he gave them a faux apologetic grin and went back to scrolling.
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8:48pm Mar 15 2019
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As Anthony passes the streetlamps and cars that lit up the roads, heading towards the park, he touched the hilt of his Dragonsteel knife, hidden in the breast of his jacket. He knew his family legacy was within it. A legacy of blood and fury, it was time to break it.
“Mom…” he mutters to himself, inhaling in the next words, steeling himself as he came to the parks entrance. But a small noise in his stomach causes him to let out a loud chuckle. He was hungry. Maybe it was because he had missed a meal, or two. He would need to rectify that.
He looks around quickly, and sees an outdoor pizza food stall, with wisps of steam rising from the hotplate. Going into a quick run, he makes his way to the stall, and orders a slice of Ham and Pineapple and a can of pepsi, which goes down very quickly once gotten. Sated of his hunger, he heads into the park, and starts his search for the night. How long it would take he didn’t know...
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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8:51pm Mar 15 2019 (last edited on 10:02pm Mar 15 2019)
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"Hey, whats going on down there, it looks fun." The once quiet night seemed to have exploded into chaos as gun shots echoed through the forest. "No, its not fun. Stay away." A voice answered back as a black dragon glided over the tree tops. "Those dragons are being hunted down there, we do not want to be part of that. Hurry, fly higher and fly away." The voice responded impatiently, eager to flee the scene. "But why? I want to join in, this flying around thing is so boring." The first voice replied, clearly oblivious to the gravity of the situation below. "Idiot, do you want to be hunted?!" The second voice snapped back. "Why would they hunt me? I don't remember causing them any trouble?" The first voice questioned back in a seemingly innocent and childlike manner. Perhaps the owner of the first voice, Reito really didn't understand as a human who spent so much of his life focused on the army and his next mission only, he tended to miss out on a lot of things. That or he was merely bored and looking for some action, either way the mans absolute lack of concern really irritated his dragon whom wisely wanted to fly away.
"Fine, if you won't cooperate then I will get us out of here!"
The dragons furious roar in his head made him flinch, loosing concentration on flight. The smaller black dragon dropped several feet. "Wah Rizzio, hey I'm the one who is supposed to be in control." The assassin complained as the dragon started to wrest control away from him, determine to get them both out of there. "I do not remember approving of that name and since when where you in control!? I was just letting you have a bit of fun!" Their arguing left the the two unaware of how much altitude they had lost until the dragon suddenly shouted "Tree!" Even if Reito had time to react to the large oak that appeared before them he lacked the skill to do so. All the assassin managed to do was flail wildly before crashing headlong into the tree with the a loud thud as the mighty tree creaked under the sudden assault of the clumsy dragon.
Reito naturally reached out to try and save himself but he wasn't very good at using the dragons paws either and only succeeded in flailing more and breaking branches as he the ground rushed toward him. Along the way he managed to turn back into himself moments before hitting the ground. The sudden sharp blow of his body slamming into the grand left winded. For the next several seconds the assassin lay there in a daze. Somehow he managed to slow his fall down just enough through his wild flailing that he didn't he hurt himself too badly. "Get up!" The dragons angry voice managed to jolt the assassin back from his daze and he sat up, rubbing his head and wincing. "Oi, that hurt..." "Nevermind that, run before they find you!" "I don't wanna run" The assassin protested as he slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off and checking for injuries, several leaves and twigs still attached to his person.
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