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It was considerably darker when Kirsi opened her eyes again, though she'd only been asleep for an hour at the most. At first, she thought a nightmare had jolted her awake; anxiety thrummed in her veins, making her heart race, and her stomach felt as though it had been twisted into knots. As she became more awake, however, she realized the anxiety was not her own -- instead, she could feel the Dragon pacing beneath her skin, its wings spread wide and straining against Kirsi's own soul.
It was still painful, at times, to live the life of a Dragon. She was accustomed to the heart that beat beside her own, to the soft voice that wasn't her own but floated along the surface of her own mind anyway, and to the chill which seemed to always remind her of the glittering beast with which she was one. But at times like this, when her Dragon fought against the chains that bound to Kirsi's soul, when it strained to break free from her careful control, the pressure was so immense it left Kirsi breathless. "What do you want?" she gasped aloud, leaning forward on the bed and pressing her hands to her stomach. She felt as though she was going to be ill.
I wish to fly, the Dragon roared in reply, and Kirsi flinched at the sadness in the Dragon's voice. It had been harder to keep them both happy, since they had left the island. Kirsi had let her Dragon have its freedom when they first began traveling, hating the idea of keeping it locked away inside her. But as they'd traveled to more densely populated areas, Kirsi had grown uneasy at the idea of allowing her Dragon out to stretch its wings; it was dangerous, she knew, to tempt fate, and she was unsure what would happen if anyone ever saw what she truly was. It had been months since her Dragon had been able to breathe the air for itself.
I am sorry, she thought back, trying to soothe it. Unsteady, she stood to move closer to the window. The bright lights of the city made it difficult to tell how long the sun had been down, but the streets below (as far as she could see from her window, at least) appeared to be empty. Her Dragon roared again, its longing swelling within Kirsi and giving her the sensation of her heart leaping towards the sky. She hesitated, looking for a long moment at the empty street.
Alright, she relented, and she could feel her Dragon's mood shift from yearning to eager in a heartbeat. We can fly. But we must be cautious.
The answering joy she felt had her heading for the door before she had time to question her decision. The Dragon had saved her life, and had been her only companion for going-on eighty years. It was the least she could do to allow her friend the one thing it truly longed for. Jogging up the stairs rather than waiting in the cramped space of the hotel's elevator, Kirsi found herself on the roof in no time at all. Taking a moment to ensure that she was alone, she exhaled, closing her eyes as she left the Dragon take control. The next breath she took was through a mouth that wasn't hers, and a laugh bubbled to the forefront of her mind and she felt her wings stretch out, launching them into the sky. Above the clouds, she prodded, feeling less anxious as her Dragon swooped up in an elegant arc to shield itself from prying eyes.
Peace filled her mind, and she knew it was not just the Dragon who felt relieved to be in the sky again. Kirsi had tried to ignore how much she missed flying, but she had to admit, leaving behind the freedom of a Dragon in favor of feeling less lonely on the human front was not an easy task. Afraid to think to deeply on the subject --she wasn't sure there was a compromise to be made, and she loathed the idea of being unable to have both lives she wanted-- Kirsi allowed her mind to drift, allowing the Dragon to call the shots. Wherever they wound up, Kirsi knew her Dragon would always be able to find its way back.
Huhwah?
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2:10am Aug 28 2016
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After walking for about fifteen minutes, Twigs found a rabbit nibbling on some small yellow flowers around 11 meters away. They quickly went into a crouch and locked eyes on the unsuspecting rabbit, the leaves of the bushes brushing against their cheek. One step forward, another step forward. Suddenly, Twigs pounced forwards out of the bushes and the transformation begun. As quickly as Twigs had jumped out, they became a large green dragon, silence broke the air and Twig's face split apart to reveal a large mouth.
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A strange feeling overwhelmed him for just the briefest of moments. The smell of ice and snow, and frigid air. There was no such thing to be found - not this close to summer. Vincent glanced back at the vehicle he'd just walked past. It seemed to be coming from there. His dragon seemed particularly interested in this vehicle, which could mean only one thing...
He's not been a dragon for this long to be oblivious to the fact that there are more of them. He's meet others on several occasions, mostly before the twenty-first century. He's also come across hunters as well, a few times avoiding them altogether, the men and women bent on slaughtering any unfortunate enough to come into contact with a dragon stone had only seen remnants of his presence. Curiously enough, he's never encountered the rumored hunter dragon - a man who became one of them, yet still chose to remain with their enemies.
He kept walking anyway, not wanting to alarm the possible frostcaller inside the car. Instead, he continued on to a bench by a fountain. Misty drank the flowing water as he rested, dipping his own hand into the water and feeling its coolness against his skin. "Is this okay, friend?" He asks quietly.
'тнιѕ ωιℓℓ ѕυƒƒι¢є, ƒσя ησω. ωє ѕнσυℓ∂ нєα∂ вα¢к ѕσση, тнσυgн.' Silently, Vincent agrees. It takes a moment for him to realize that sitting under the light probably isn't a smart idea. His body, when in human or dragon form, is bound and drawn to it. His hair shimmered again, and he couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was following him was bound to notice. As inconspicuously as possible, after a few minutes, he began to travel the neatly paved path through the park.
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There was not so much a physical voice inside him as there was urges, feelings,
reminders that Revon was constantly putting up with. Sometimes he felt things
he normally would not feel, like the desperate urge to fly towards the sun or
the burning desire to burrow in a mountain of snow forever, but there was no
physical voice for him. What he had with that part of him, with the dragon that
he had become, was strange. In a lot of ways, the dragon part of him had become
his instincts. Yes, every now and again he would almost here a whisper of a
suggestion or a soft laugh at something he did, airy and cold, but Revon had
always taken those moments as they were. Something would churn his gut when or
suddenly he would be suspicious and Revon would know that the dragon aspect of
him sensed something the human aspect could not.
Right now, something was telling him that he go to sleep would be a good idea.
When he had first found out he had been stuck like this, Revon had been
terrified. While yes, the dragon orb had saved his life, it had also forever
alienated him from everything he once knew. Sure, what he once knew was pretty
damn crappy, but it was familiar and habitual. He knew how to be human, even if
it was painful, even if it hurt more often than not. He knew what it meant to
be human, what humanity actually represented. Keep in mind that he turned
during an age without information networking, in a place that was cold, lonely
and out of the way. He had just been a child too, barely anything at all. While
Revon was sure some dragons found their stones when they were old enough to
process the change, he had not.
All he knew was that when he picked up the orb, he no longer was himself
anymore but some small beast with wings that towered larger than several
lengths of his body, with orbs floating around him that glowed the same color
as the lights high above him. He knew he wasn't himself, knew that whatever had
happened, hadn't been good. None of this was good. Revon didn't see becoming a
dragon as good. Maybe some people did, he did not. But he couldn't reverse the
process and at the time, he had little capability to even do so. Who was he,
such a young small boy, able to do?
Even now, centuries later, he knew so little about himself. What he did know he
figured out by trial and error. He barely aged, for example, as decades ticked
by. Perhaps he would live for milleniums, perhaps not. He found that his senses
were sharper, clearer, more distinct in near every way. A gift from the beast
that had taken over Revon's soul, it would seem.
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Buildings rose and fell of to the sides as he drove through one town and the
next, going in and out before he could really catch his breath. Hours ticked by
into the night, Revon chasing stars but not able to catch up just yet.
There was only so much he could do before his eyes started to waver from the
road, to hint at the tiredness that his bones were feeling deep within them.
How long had he been driving? Too long. Far too long.
Huffing to himself, Revon finally pulled the car over, knowing it was probably
far enough for now. It was no where particularly deive, just some place that
Revon knew he wouldn't get in trouble for if a cop came and saw him dozing in
the drivers seat. As for food, he would have to eat tomorrow. He deserved some
rest now. He wasn't far out of the city of shining lights he could see in the
distance. Maybe when he woke he would actually make his way into Toronto, find
someplace that had a bed and a warm meal. The idea sounded lovely. Tilting his
seat back, the dragon tucked his scarf back up around his neck, locked the car,
and actually let himself get some sleep.
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8:49pm Aug 28 2016 (last edited on 8:51pm Aug 28 2016)
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Ennie rolled onto her back, scratching herself luxuriously against the craggy bark of the tree branch. She chirred deep in her throat as she finally managed to scratch That One Spot Right There ™and let out a startled chirp as she nearly tumbled from the branch. She scrambled for a purchase, sitting neatly and surveying her surroundings once she was steady again, as if nothing had happened. The wind picked up slightly, carrying with it the faint smells of flowers, freshly cut grass, a faint scent that reminded her of sunny days and warm sunlight-
Wait.
Whoa ho ho ho, the inner voice exclaimed, and together they scuttled from tree to tree, following the strange smell. She picked up other scents with her sensitive nose, a brisk smell that reminded her of winter air tickling through her nose, the concentrated essence of the calming night, and she felt the ridge of feathers on her head stand up straight. She had visited this park nightly for months, the better part of a year, even. She may be considered a newcomer to this city but that didn't mean she wasn't accustomed to its usual sights, sounds, and smells, why hadn't she come across this all earlier? And what did all of it even mean?
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! The voice hurrahed, and she was left even more confused. Certainly, she felt a certain kinship, a belonging, as she breathed in the individual smells, but she didn't understand what it meant. 'What?' she pressed in her mind as they she inched out across a branch over a paved path, her wings pressed tight to her body and feathers fully extended. Like this, she resembled nothing more than another tree branch, completely camouflaged into the foliage, and was given leave to survey the park at her leisure. 'What do you know, oh wise lizard-thing?'
That we were never, truly alone, you goose.
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Below her, ever so slightly illuminated by the distant streetlamp, a man and a cat on a lead wandered into view. The scents were wafting up from him, and Ennie narrowed her hazel eyes as she studied them curiously. The man with the giant of a cat had light coloured hair that flowed to his shoulders and beyond, curling in ringlets. The cat was gray with an absurd amount of fluff. He looked...unassuming, like most humans, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something both very different, and heartbreakingly similar to him.
Ah well, they were in her park, gosh darn it.
'Okay, I think I can take the cat, and then we uh-'
You're not 'taking' either of them on, they're like you, the voice sighed tiredly. I told you, we aren't alone.
'When?' She frowned, chirring quietly under her breath as she tasted the air. 'When have you ever said anything like that?'
Pssssst, Ennie, we aren't alone.
'Oh, so funny. Aha. #GR8'.
...You did not just think 'hashtag'.
'Quiet.' A slight cracking noise reached her ears, and she perked up, feathers rustling with the leaves. The sky was still and quiet again, save for the dragons in disguise talking below them. 'Did you hear that?'
My soul leaving me? Yes, along with all my hopes and dreams dying, my belief in you failing, my-
'No, there was a noise, like a-'
CRACK
The branch fell right out from under her and she tumbled to the ground with a goose-like squawk, the branch tumbling down with her. She scrambled for purchase on anything, and ended up wrapping herself around the large branch and ending up pinned underneath it. She thrashed and squirmed, hooting and squawking in fright as the man and the cat stared on.
'Welp,' she sighed outwardly as she finally relinquished, wings falling limply to her sides under the weight of the branch. 'This went we-'
SMILODON! SMIIIIILODON! Her dragon cried, and she could feel its fright. The lightshifter has a SMILODON!
'That is a maine coon, hi cutie!' she chirruped quietly at the cat before turning her cautious, pained gaze upon the human towering over her. 'And we...are in trouble.'
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As they continued their walk, Vincent noticed another strange scent. This one was of nature, fresh leaves and dirt, and... Memes. The cat at his feet picked up some sort of noise above them and meowed insistently at her human. The lightshifter couldn't react fast enough, though.
Vincent jumped, startled by the sudden crash of a body directly in front of him. Misty simply sat there, and he could swear she might be rolling her eyes at him. Well. That was strange. He turned his attention to the woman at his feet, crouching beside her and lightly tapping her shoulder. "Are... You alright?" She smelled of nature and freshness, a dragon almost certainly. Misty decided at this opportunity to begin nuzzling her face and lick her nose.
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As happenings happen in other locations, Vosahf pays off the repair bill, and steps outside, where the air is slightly muggier.
'𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢.' is all he gets as a response from his dragon,eliciting a simple grunt from Vosahf, who ambles towards the bus station with his duffel bag over his shoulder.
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When he finally gets to the bus station, Vosahf sniffs, and smells lots of old scents of Dragons that the air conditioning unintentionally collected over the years, which makes his nose itch. After he quickly wipes the end of his nose, he looks at the timetable to decide where to go. After taking a moment, he decides on Montreal, and gets the next bus going there.
"Time to get some sleep." he grumps to himself, knowing his dragon will be on some behaviour as he relaxes slightly in his seat, and his duffel over his head, as the bus takes off.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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1:35pm Sep 1 2016
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Zathia wakes from her almost dreamless sleep as a powerful longing to fly overwhelms her. She looks around the glade carefully before standing up. She yawns and stretches as she runs her hand through her hair causing it to glow slightly before returning to normal. She looks around once more before she sprouts wings and scales transforming into her dragon. As she lifts off she does a quick twirl before dropping into a swift glide.
She flies gracefully up before dipping into a low glide near the trees then she does a couple of tumbles and rolls throughout the peaceful night air. Soon church bells chime off from within the town of Cornwall signalling Zathia that she should be able to fly over the town with no problems. She once again lands on a tree and spreads her luminescent wings out before getting a powerful start. She now knew were she wanted to go, but she didn't want to fly all the way there.
As she flies to the smaller town she takes her time and basks in the moonlight. Eventually she makes it into the forest just outside of the bus stop. As she walks out of the forest she pauses and pull a few stray twigs and leafs out of her hair, as she had tripped before coming out, the continued over to the bus terminal. She pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and sits quietly while waiting for the bus to arrive.
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2:41pm Sep 1 2016
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It's talking to you, the voice whispers, quavering ever so slightly. It's communicating with you, the lightshifter is communicating. Communicate back!
The leaves on the branch pinning Ennie to the path rustle quietly as she shivers with fear, her nose filled with the strange scent of what could only be another dragon. Her better half was right, one hundred percent correct, in proclaiming him a lightshifter, and he seemed far more calm and collected and more sure of himself than she could ever hope to be. The feeling that she was out of her league was smothering, crushing, and it left her quaking in her scaly skin. 'But I'm frightened,' she thought back, inner voice barely louder than a breath.
Then say you are, say something! Don't just stare!
"I'mbreflaginnia," she mumbled, earning herself a dubious glare and a cheekily twitching ear from the cat.
The heck was that? Was that even English?
'I told you, I'm scared!'
So you forget how to talk? Stars above, you're dishonoring me, Ennie. This is some disrespect right here, just like the monkey. Do you remember the monkey? I remember the monkey. Now you've gone and blown our - wait. The wind had shifted and began breezing in from the city, bringing with it a menagerie of scents that drifted in from the jungle of buildings. She just barely caught a whiff of something, too brief to even think on it or compare it to anything. It made the feathers on her head stand up straight, and she unconsciously growled low in her throat. Everybody crawling out of the woodwork for this party? Crap. Crap. Crap. I didn't know he would be out and about here. Abort mission! Return to base! It might not be safe here.
'I hardly smelled that, though,' she frowned, working on untangling herself from the branch. She felt a tad sheepish when she learned the majority of her issue had been her clinging to the darn thing in the first place, and once she let go working herself free was simple. 'Could be miles out, or even in a different city.'
Could be in a different country for all I care, and still too close. Git, git up, let's go already.
'The lightshifter? He saw me.'
Riiiiiiight, I forgot, you serve people their macchiatos as a big brown and green featherduster. He won't recognize you. We need to get home, figure out what we're going to do with a whole new mess of dragons. Capisce?
Ennie paused for a second, before nodding to herself. The internal struggle took barely a second, and while the other dragon had done what he could to help her untangle herself, he hadn't made any other moves or really done anything else to make her feel uncomfortable. It was strange, seeing another of her kind, another dragon, and she loathed having to depart on such short notice. The voice hissed impatiently and she turned to leave, but not before scuttling over to the maine coon and giving it a friendly headbutt. Then she spread her iridescent wings and took off into the night with a regretful squawk.
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Vincent was genuinely concerned when she spouted out nonsense, worrying that she might have hit her head. He quickly attempted to detangle the branches from her limbs, while Misty made herself entirely unuseful and nudged his hands as he tried to move the debris. "Misty, stop it!" He gently pushed her out of the way, though it was difficult with the leash. The lightshifter managed to free the woman, only to have her sprint off in a flurry of both human and dragon limbs alike.
"Wait!" He cried, a call made by both he and the beast within him, reaching out to who knows what and watching her fly away.
Vincent breathed a heavy sigh and turned to Misty. "I suppose we'd better get going too," he bent down and stroked her head. "..." He felt no comment from the dragon, seemingly just as confused as he was.
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Back at their apartment, Vincent made sure Misty had water and gave her a treat, and went off to take a shower. The water was warm, and felt good after the cold night air. It took him a little longer, as usual, to wash his hair, though it never bothers him. Even if it did, he wouldn't likely be able to do anything about it. The last time he tried to get it cut was... unfortunate, to say the least. Panic attacks and scissors don't mix well. He of course would've been fine, as his dragon blood gave him an increased healing speed, but the blood had scared the daylights out of that poor woman, and an ambulance had been called.
After allowing himself a few more minutes in the warmth of the water he shut it off and grabbed his towel. Once his hair was dried and brushed, and his night clothes were put on, he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some tea. Misty was loafing on the arm of the sofa, and he gave her a pat on the head before sitting down and flicking through the late TV channels. The enormous cat waited until he'd gotten up again to retrieve his tea and sat back down, then made herself comfortable on his lap.
Vincent couldn't stop thinking about that gladekeeper. What had possibly spooked her into leaving? It hadn't been himself, or Misty... his dragon chose that moment to remind him of the unease he'd felt before. 'ѕнє ѕєηѕє∂ ιт тσσ... ιт ωαѕ ησт ѕαƒє.
"Well, we're safe now." He said aloud. The dragon seemed to nod its agreement.
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As the bus trundles along roads in the dead of night towards Montreal, Vosahf sleeps, and dreams.
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The sound of growling was the first thing he heard, with flashes of red and large, angry yellow eyes accompanying it.
'ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢. 𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡'
Suddenly, the colours changed to a deep yellow. Vosahf tried to move, to get a handle of his situation, but couldn't. So he watched. His first major fight with a dragon after he had taken up the stone. A Stormbringer.
He watched as a younger version of himself and the dragon fought, the Dragon trying to get snaps on him with tooth and tail, and his younger self deflects the blows with a gauntlet shield. Vosahf closes his eyes a second before he hears a loud roar and a crash. He already knew the result. He had won that fight.
'Why do you show this to me?' he asks his Dragon, to get the simple hissed sound.
'𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤'
The colours behind Vosahfs eyelids turned to a vivid white, with hints of grey.
As he opened them, he saw himself, a little older against a Skyrider. They were on a mountainside, and the visibility was nearly zero because of fog and snow. But he remembered the smell at the time. Crisp fresh air, with a hint of pine. It was also the first time he remembers almost losing, but something saved him.
This time he tries to keep his eyes open to find out what had happened, but something forces his eyes closed. '𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔢𝔱' comes into his head as the sounds of two dragons fighting is heard. Then silence
A few moments later, his eyes are released, and he opens them, to see the Skyrider dead, and his younger self knocked out, with a large angry wound on his shoulder.
Vosahf closes his eyes again, and the colour behind his eyelids turns to a loamy brown.
When he reopens them again, he sees the most recent event he had had against a dragon happening. But it was different.
He noticed it was at night first. And he was moving stealthily through a building. Towards an apartment door. His younger self opened it stealthily, and was proceeding into the bedroom of a young man, with shiny brown hair. It ended quietly, with but a grunt from the young man, as a blade was plunged through his heart. Vosahf knew why he was being shown this.
The photo that adorned a small frame nearby were of a girl of similar age, and a very young child in a stroller. The dragons last movement before he becomes lifeless is to put his hand towards the photo, and mutter something in a language unknown to Vosahf.
'I regret duty.' says Vosahf in response to himself, as he goes into darkness.
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On the bus, Vosahf tosses and turns slightly as the dreams continue to assault him.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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Vincent checked the time on his phone and huffed. Nearly midnight, I should sleep. His tea had been finished, but Misty was still in his lap. He gently nudged her and she moved, jumping to the ground and walking to her water dish. Her human replaced the water, disposed of the teabag and rinsed out the mug, and headed off to his room. He then proceeded to plug his phone in by his nightstand, and flopped into bed, burying himself in the covers. Misty chose that time to hop onto his bed and curl up by his side, as she usually did. Her presence seemed to help keep nightmares infrequent.
As he slept, he dreamed. First of nonsense, confusing but vivid tales he would probably remember and not understand in the morning, as it usually went. He woke up to get a glass of water and use the washroom around 3 am, and then climbed back into bed to sleep for another several hours.
The second dream was a memory; one he'd never experienced. Every so often he would encounter this same circumstance, and every time it would leave him shaken and upset.
When he was but nine years of age, his father had been killed in an attack on the fort his battalion had been holding. The Seven Years War had been brewing, the French and British at odds for control of the Colonies in which he had been born. The enemy had won that battle, the fort's stone walls no match for their mortars. He had been staying with a friend of the family at the time while his father was away, and was in bed when the news was delivered. That following morning, everything had changed.
With no immediate family to care for him, he was placed into the custody of his aunt, who lived in London. His father's friend had accompanied him there, and would have taken care of him, but he had been sent by special request from the wretched woman. Vincent had never before met his aunt, the sister of his mother.
For eight years after, she abused him, verbally and physically. In drunken fits of rage she would beat him, shouting at the boy that it was his fault his mother was dead, and she was doing her sister justice. A twisted woman indeed, to think that hurting her nephew was justice for her sister's death. She died of alcohol poisoning when he was seventeen, and he left several months later, as soon as he had the money to return to the Colonies. He couldn't live in that house anymore; he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat... He felt as though she would return from the grave to harm him again, as though she would come around the corner of the corridors and beat him into unconsciousness, as she had done many times before.
This dream, this recurring nightmare, involved him being at the fort, with his father. He would be a man then, but not a dragon. Vincent would watch helplessly as his father was pinned by a French invader, the man's blade being shoved through the others' gullet. He would scream, frustrated but unable to move, for he himself was pinned, ready to meet the same fate as his father. On occasion, his mind would twist the image of the French soldier above him into one of his aunt, adding to the distress and confusion.
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In the waking world, Misty was dislodged as he struggled against an invisible force, muttering nonsense her feline ears didn't understand. Her human was doing that... thing, again. That thing where he moved in his sleep. She could smell his fear, hear his quiet cries. Most cats would likely jump down in an irritated huff, but not her. She somehow had the idea that laying on him would worsen his distress, and instead nuzzled his hand and meowed to get his attention.
His dragon was also forced to see what Vincent saw, although the beast had the mind to know that it was only a dream. He had not experienced this at all, nor had Vincent. His mind was simply being cruel, painting a picture of what could have impossibly been. 'ωαкє υρ. уσυя мιη∂ ωιℓℓ тσятυяє уσυ ησ мσяє. ι ∂σ ησт ℓιкє тнιѕ αѕ мυ¢н αѕ уσυ ∂σ ησт, вυт уσυ αяє тнє σηє ωнσ ιѕ тяαρρє∂.'
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It was well past midnight by the time Ennie unlocked her front door with shaking hands and ducked into the dark safety of her home. After she fled the park, she reverted to her human form and walked directly home, no shortcuts through old alleyways or hanging around dark buildings. She kept to the brightly lit main streets, and couldn't resist the urge to look over her shoulder from time to time. For the first time in years, decades even, she felt frightened and unsure of herself.
She was not alone.
The lights were left off, if only because of the voice, the calming presence in her mind, reassuring her that their home was empty, and she sat numbly at her small table, staring mutely into the middle distance. A flickering blue electric clock sent pulses of light across the dark room, but save for that the apartment was quiet and still.
'How long have you known?' Ennie thought, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off a nonexistent chill. 'Why didn't you tell me?'
A...little while, they replied, unusually subdued. I had...inklings. I heard stuff, saw stuff, smelled stuff. You're busy, you're always doing something. Reading, working, watching your Tee Vee, while you're being a human, I'm still a dragon. I...hear the things you don't listen to, see the things you pass over, smell the scents you push away.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered aloud, resting her head in her hands. "All these years..."
Yes, all these years, they huffed. I'd hear something and then it would be gone, catch sight of something from the corner of your eye, a scent, literally, gone with the wind. So close and yet...I wanted to save you from what I was feeling. Of being so close to finding someone...and then they're gone, and you're...alone again. Over and over and over again. You feel so much, Enn, I couldn't do that to you.
A tear rolled down her face as she felt a surge of gratitude for the feeling, the voice, and knew with a renewed certainty that they would never let her down, never betray her. The resulting uplifting warmth from that corner of her mind was overwhelming, and the two entities basked in their love for one another, sitting in complete calm and contentment, watching the time tick by.
Some hours later, Ennie broke the silence with a quiet whisper. "We're not alone anymore, though."
No, we're not. That lightshifter seemed a good sort, I'm not sure about his smilodon but we survived its initial assault. There were a lot of scents out last night, we'll have to be on our guard, no telling what the rest of them are like. Aside from that last whiff, that one we'll have to avoid.
"You know about that one?"
A bit, as I said, I catch things you don't notice. I heard rumors of a certain hunter, a predator unmatched in strength and skill. I'm not sure what he pays allegiance to now, but to smell him here...he's on the prowl.
"A hunter?" Ennie blinked, already growing cautious as she cast a quick glance around her tiny apartment. "And...what exactly is his prey of choice?"
We are.
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9:52pm Sep 2 2016
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Zathia huffs as she sees the bus slowly slide into place in front of the terminal. As the door slides open she steps in and gives a friendly hello to the male bus drive before she take an open seat and plops down on it's retro carpeted padding. As the bus starts to get moving again she finial takes a breath in with her nose catching a dank smell of charcoal. With this disastrous sent in mind she looks around with panic flooding her eyes. Finally her sights set upon a burly man dosing in the seat just across from herself.
Zathia face palms before switching seats to sit next to the snoring man. She quickly notices a knife in a sheath on his belt and snatches it out carefully. Zathia looks around the almost empty bus to make sure no one would be paying attention to her. She then plunges the knife forcefully into his right leg before moving onto his left with the same moments. The man wakes with a startled ex
pression on his face before the pain starts to set in. Zathia removes the knife from the man's leg and puts it close to his neck.
"You don't say anything and I won't hurt you, anymore that is." Zathia whispers in his ear.
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10:51pm Sep 2 2016
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After wandering through the forest for what seems like forever, Twigs came to a halt when the trees suddenly disappeared. They looked straight ahead and saw in the distance the edge of a town, a low growl escaped from Twig's mouth and they quickly transformed back into a human. Twigs looked down and saw that they're standing on top of a manmade path leading down the slope to the town below, they scrunch their toes on the dry dirt and glared.
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11:58pm Sep 2 2016 (last edited on 12:00am Sep 3 2016)
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The ground in front of her was scorched, a neat little circle of burnt greenery and roots surrounding a small, unassuming, green orb. It was round and smooth and a perfect sphere, like the marbles her older siblings would play with before they moved into the forest, and just small enough for her tiny hand to get a grip on. When she reached for it, she stared down in shock at the scaly, iridescent arm that was so different from her smooth, human arm, and sat back with a quiet noise to contemplate it. Strange, but Mamae and Pai would know what to do about it. She lurched forward, unsteady on strange legs, and placed the strange stone in her bag before stumbling back towards the clearing, the last place she saw Davi. She was supposed to be watching him, and the thought of the punishment her Mamae would dish out for leaving him unattended made her shiver.
He was playing just as he was before the strangeness with the stone, sitting beside a tree with his tiny, wooden, horses. Having just turned two a matter of weeks ago, Davi was still very young, but he had an adventurous spirit, and a courageous heart. That, and the boundless love of his older sister, made him feel invulnerable, and he often wandered off on his own. Despite being not much older than him, Ennie was usually given the responsibility of keeping an eye on him, and he trusted her completely.
That trust was most evident the moment she stumbled out of the underbrush, and Davi stood on his shaky, young legs and stared at her, face morphing into one of complete terror. But he recognized the eyes staring back at him, and his trusting child's mind didn't see a difference between the creature he was seeing and the sister he loved, and he let himself relax and reached out with eager hands. "Neenee!"
Ennie scurried over to him, getting the hang of her strange new body. The mouth and vocal cords were a different story, and she could only manage an enthusiastic garble of noises as wrapped herself around her brother, relishing in his laughter as her feathers tickled against his skin. "Neenee big," he cooed, making little nonsense noises as he ran his hands over feathers and scales. "Neenee fly?" He found her wings, completely useless to her in her uneducated state, and pushed his head against the membrane, making faces against the stretchy surface. She tried to speak to him, but managed only a string of squawks and chuckling sounds, which he was more than happy to imitate and sling back at her, punctuated with bouts of reckless laughter.
"Ehn," he made to clamber onto her back, and she pushed him up with her nose, receiving a grateful pat on her snout in return. She coiled her neck around and watched as he played with the long strands of feathers running down her neck and back, running them through his tiny fingers. "Pretty."
"Ennie? Davi?" their father's voice cut through the forest as he approached the clearing, and the two stood at attention as they heard him crash through the underbrush. Davi sat up and spread his arms wide as he entered the clearing, happy to show off how marvelous his sister had become.
"Pai!" The man didn't respond, he only stared open-mouthed and in shock at the beast sitting comfortably before him, his youngest son upon its back.
"No..." he breathed, falling to his knees. "No. No, no. NO! Diablo!" He grabbed a handful of stones from the forest floor and flung them at the creature. Davi whimpered and covered his head as Ennie lurched to her feet, stumbling away from the barrage. "Release my son! Diablo! Diablo!"
Davi began crying as similar shouts broke out around the clearing, his tiny hands wrapping themselves in Ennie's feathers as more of their fellow villagers arrived with more rocks and knives and guns. "Neenee," he whined as a rock bounced off his leg. Ennie was confused and frightened, her father was screaming at her, throwing rocks at her, and his gaze held none of the love and compassion she was so used to seeing. They had become the eyes of a crazed man, full of hate and rage and fear. An extremely loud BANG echoed across the forest, scattering birds and beasts in fear, and something flew past her snout with a piercing whistle.
And then she was off, scurrying through the trees at a speed she almost couldn't comprehend. Behind her, the shouts of 'Diablo' echoed all around her, and she could just barely make out Davi's sobbing over the crash of underbrush beneath her and the furious cries of her family. Up the tree, something in her mind urged, as young and insecure as she felt, and she was unsure about following it. Up the tree, it repeated, and she, as lost as she was, had no choice but to listen.
Ahead of her, the large base of a giant tree loomed, and she threw herself upon it, scuttling with amazing speed up its length, the chaotic realm of the ground falling away beneath them. She crawled on past the canopy, past water drenched leaves, and high into the mist hanging above the leafy ceiling. Up here it was quiet, up here it was good, but the fear and adrenaline still coursed through her, and she was struggling to understand why her family had become so angry. She remained there, facing the sky and clinging to the massive trunk, feeling overwhelmed.
You're different now.
"Neenee," Davi gasped behind her, barely holding on with his weak, infant legs. His hands were still threaded through her feathers, and he stared down at the shuddering leaves far below them. "High."
Stronger now, faster now, better now. I will keep you safe. I will keep us safe.
"Ehn," her brother slipped from her back, kicking against her side as he struggled to get back into his spot behind her neck. "Neenee!" She turned, trying to pick him up with her mouth, do anything, but he was clinging to the feathers at the back of her neck and remained just out of reach. They were wrapped around his fingers, and he had a firm grip for a toddler, but the feathers were wet, and he was a child and it wasn't long before something had to give.
"Neenee!"
She screamed, a deafening, sky shattering shout of pain as he tumbled through the air, arms still stretched out to her, desperately reaching for her embrace.
"Nee! Nee!"
His face was completely warped, screwed up with his sobbing and fear. She watched his tiny hands clench, saw the fright in his eyes, the realization that he would soon be at an end dawning even on his young mind. The leafy canopy whispered so silently, the only sign of the tiny body passing through them, before they stilled to silence again. All the world was silent.
All the world was silent.
Ennie lurched up into a sitting position, tangled among sweat soaked sheets and bathed in the cold blue light of predawn. The window was open, and a cool breeze washed over her, bringing goose bumps and a slight shiver. Somewhere below her, a man laughed, a dog brayed, a cat called to be let inside. The world continued on.
Let's get some water, the voice whispered gently, and she worked to disentangle herself from the sheets. That was a bad one, been a long time since we revisited that, huh? She stumbled into the kitchen, towards the water cooler situated on the border between the kitchen and living area. With shaking hands, she dispensed a few drinks into a paper cup, and stared with unseeing eyes over the blue hued city streets. Ennie?
Over a century and a half, and she would never, ever, forget the sound of her brother screaming her name, never forget the whisper of the leaves, never forget anything. She sank down against the wall beside the cooler, choking back a sob as she crushed the cup against her head.
Hey, hey, I'm here. The voice enveloped her, struggling to sooth her and calm her amidst the lingering dregs of the dream. I'm always here, I always will be. Let's...let's work on getting more sleep, 'kay? Grab that-that awesome book we were reading, yeah? Just relax, Enn, get some more sleep. I'll be here.
I'll always be here.
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5:22am Sep 3 2016
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Vosahf woke to pain in his legs, and then a cold feeling at his throat, followed by a hissing voice in his ears. As his eyes focus, he sees a young woman with the handle of a blade- HIS blade, pressed against his throat. Her scent was slightly familiar too. The Shadowbender that got away hundreds of years ago, and eat a rookie at the time.
Her threat resonated in his ears, and he knew he had to do something to change the situation. He looked around with his eyes for a fleeting moment, and saw that the bus was half full, but almost silent because of sleeping people. If he called her bluff and yelled to wake people up, it would look like she had accosted him, which may cause a worse situation. He also knew that her threat wouldn't work as she planned, because of where the blade was pressed. So after a moment of looking at her, and remembering her primary features for later, he simply smiled at her, a scary yet knowing smile.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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2:46pm Sep 3 2016 (last edited on 2:49pm Sep 3 2016)
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As he smiles a grin spreads across Zathia's face before she quickly jabs the blade into his shoulder then brings it back to his throat. "I'm not joking dude, I will hurt you more if you're not careful." She whispers this with a quiet laugh. She moves her hand, the one without the knife, through her hair once again as she traces the slightest movements from the man. She places her hand on her lap and contemplates what to do next.
Listen to him and if he is not stupid we'll just leave at the next stop. If he tries something we kill him and jump out of the bus. Her dragon hisses this with a cold laugh.
I don't know if I can kill him with this knife, but I can shove it through his throat and hope it works. Zathia thinks back at the dragon. It huffs in agreement as she shifts the position of the knife. "You have a minute, so start talking!" She whispers forcefully as she tightens her grip on the knife and moves her other hand toward her own hidden blade.
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4:43pm Sep 3 2016
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Rayo sat at his desk glaring at the students who worked tirelessly away on the pop quiz he had just given them. Look at all of them, despicable creatures. He thought to himself. I could kill them all right now. If only the knew the power I posses. But you cant, that would end thier lives, at the very least injure them. His dragon responded acting as his conscience, for Rayo himself didn't have one. That's the point! he replied angrily. His dragon said nothing more and remained silently horrified that he had ended up with someone as malicious as Dr. Aagone. Neither of then could remember how it had happened, but this what they had and they tried to make the best of it, at least the dragon did, Rayo seemed more content on using it to his advantage. Soon the bell rang signaling the periods changing over. Every student rose from their desk and dropped the tests on his desk and exited the room. There wasn't a single student that liked Dr. Aagone, and quite frankly he couldn't care less. |
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