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The Crownless King versus The Dragonic Allsie
- Thread starter Ezio Auditore
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Battle Start!
OOC: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Let the games begin >=) FACE THE WRATH OF THE DRAGONIC ALLSIE!
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Hera spat out sand as another gale blew over him, pulling his wings forward with them. Pulling them up and shielding his face, Hera trudged forward. Had the winds not been blowing so infrequently and with such strength, he would have taken to the air. As it was, however, they blew in random gales of such ferocity that he would be hard-pressed just to hover in one spot, let alone fly.
"Hey gramps, aren't we close yet?" Jake roared over the wind. Hera's grandson was in his Dragon form. Despite all the elements, Jake felt right at home while in his reptilian state; even the blasting sand didn't slow him down much.
Wish I had his raw strength, Hera thought dryly. "I don't know Jake!" he called back, "It's not exactly easy to see with all this sand blowing in my face!" Not two seconds after, the sandstorm carried past, leaving them on the top of a great sand dune.
"Perfect," Hera said, trying to wipe and shake the sand out of his blue fur. "I've got sand in orifices I didn't even know I had." Hera removed the sand from his lithe tail by giving it a sound snap, a loud crack resounding through the air."
Jake likewise shook himself off, though the sand dropped off his scales. They glinted in the sunlight as the sand fell in miniature sandfalls from between his scales. "We've been at this for hours, Hera. It's gotta be here somewhere."
"Not from what I can see. We might as well go look in the oasis over there, see?" Hera pointed towards the horizon. In the centre of several large dunes was a big hill, at the apex of which were several trees lining a pool of water, roughly shaped like a large gourd. "We'll grab some water there and see if we can find anything."
Jake huffed and took to the skies. "You can dawdle all you like, but I'm going to go take a dip. This sand is making my scales itch!" He took off towards the distant oasis, leaving Hera dragging his bladed tail in the dunes.
"Screw this," Hera muttered. He jumped into the air and also started for the oasis, sighing deeply as a mild breeze blew past.
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Hera spat out sand as another gale blew over him, pulling his wings forward with them. Pulling them up and shielding his face, Hera trudged forward. Had the winds not been blowing so infrequently and with such strength, he would have taken to the air. As it was, however, they blew in random gales of such ferocity that he would be hard-pressed just to hover in one spot, let alone fly.
"Hey gramps, aren't we close yet?" Jake roared over the wind. Hera's grandson was in his Dragon form. Despite all the elements, Jake felt right at home while in his reptilian state; even the blasting sand didn't slow him down much.
Wish I had his raw strength, Hera thought dryly. "I don't know Jake!" he called back, "It's not exactly easy to see with all this sand blowing in my face!" Not two seconds after, the sandstorm carried past, leaving them on the top of a great sand dune.
"Perfect," Hera said, trying to wipe and shake the sand out of his blue fur. "I've got sand in orifices I didn't even know I had." Hera removed the sand from his lithe tail by giving it a sound snap, a loud crack resounding through the air."
Jake likewise shook himself off, though the sand dropped off his scales. They glinted in the sunlight as the sand fell in miniature sandfalls from between his scales. "We've been at this for hours, Hera. It's gotta be here somewhere."
"Not from what I can see. We might as well go look in the oasis over there, see?" Hera pointed towards the horizon. In the centre of several large dunes was a big hill, at the apex of which were several trees lining a pool of water, roughly shaped like a large gourd. "We'll grab some water there and see if we can find anything."
Jake huffed and took to the skies. "You can dawdle all you like, but I'm going to go take a dip. This sand is making my scales itch!" He took off towards the distant oasis, leaving Hera dragging his bladed tail in the dunes.
"Screw this," Hera muttered. He jumped into the air and also started for the oasis, sighing deeply as a mild breeze blew past.
OOC: What the fuck happened to the PM? :stare: I never even knew this battle began....
IOC:
After wandering aimlessly for countless days endlessly seeking for the answers he so desperately sought, a weary and solitaire warrior named Julius plunged himself deep into the endless abyss of insanity having lost all his friends and family. Enduring the hellish heat of the cruel sun tolling heavily on his body, the once “Crownless King” emerged from the precipice of oblivion, having eluded death’s grasp by mere inches.
His clothes heavily worn and torn by the constant bash of the sands have begun to feel heavier than usual as he dragged his feet through the deserts dusty surface. The sands somewhat held back the traveler as it filled the orifices of his boots with the grains of sand, making his footwear feel slightly heavier than usual.
Soon, fate began to favour his seemingly doomed existence as an oasis is sighted on the horizon.
“Why am I still alive?” A disoriented Julius pondered as he kept exploring the desert pursuing hopelessly any sort of refuge against the scorching wasteland.
The night then prepared to make its arrival seeing as the sun slowly began to set; a flurry of red and yellow lights began to soar through the heavens, filling the clouds with vivid oranges and other different shades of red, yellow, white and purple. Relieved, Julius sighed as he felt his aching muscles starting to crave for rest. Julius quickly shook his body and legs to get rid of the excess of sand he had all over his clothes and boots.
Julius’s shoulder length brunette hair fell all over his face, with only his emerald green left eye and jet black right eye gazing upon the mystic source of life; a water pond on the very center of the oasis.
Carefully, the man approached the pond in order to refresh himself with the vitalizing liquid until he somehow halted inches before entering the water. Julius soon inhaled and exhaled as he began to regain awareness of his surroundings and noticed he was not alone. Quickly, Julius moved away part of his black leather coat revealing his sword, which was sheathed inside a black and gold scabbard which is fixed to his belt.
Julius then coiled his fingers around the grip, grasping his sword tightly as he prepared for any possible encounter with one of “Agents of Death” once again. His body soon took a defensive stance, with his knees and elbows slightly bent, his shoulders relaxed, and cunning eyes shifting from left to right as if he were trying to spot a nearby enemy.
Unable to determine whether or not he was alone, Julius then decided to draw the possible adversary’s attention to him.
“Dost thou wish to engage into a vendetta with me? Speak now foul devil and I may favour your existence and forgive your life…”With a rough tone, Julius voiced out a firm challenge to anyone nearby.
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After wandering aimlessly for countless days endlessly seeking for the answers he so desperately sought, a weary and solitaire warrior named Julius plunged himself deep into the endless abyss of insanity having lost all his friends and family. Enduring the hellish heat of the cruel sun tolling heavily on his body, the once “Crownless King” emerged from the precipice of oblivion, having eluded death’s grasp by mere inches.
His clothes heavily worn and torn by the constant bash of the sands have begun to feel heavier than usual as he dragged his feet through the deserts dusty surface. The sands somewhat held back the traveler as it filled the orifices of his boots with the grains of sand, making his footwear feel slightly heavier than usual.
Soon, fate began to favour his seemingly doomed existence as an oasis is sighted on the horizon.
“Why am I still alive?” A disoriented Julius pondered as he kept exploring the desert pursuing hopelessly any sort of refuge against the scorching wasteland.
The night then prepared to make its arrival seeing as the sun slowly began to set; a flurry of red and yellow lights began to soar through the heavens, filling the clouds with vivid oranges and other different shades of red, yellow, white and purple. Relieved, Julius sighed as he felt his aching muscles starting to crave for rest. Julius quickly shook his body and legs to get rid of the excess of sand he had all over his clothes and boots.
Julius’s shoulder length brunette hair fell all over his face, with only his emerald green left eye and jet black right eye gazing upon the mystic source of life; a water pond on the very center of the oasis.
Carefully, the man approached the pond in order to refresh himself with the vitalizing liquid until he somehow halted inches before entering the water. Julius soon inhaled and exhaled as he began to regain awareness of his surroundings and noticed he was not alone. Quickly, Julius moved away part of his black leather coat revealing his sword, which was sheathed inside a black and gold scabbard which is fixed to his belt.
Julius then coiled his fingers around the grip, grasping his sword tightly as he prepared for any possible encounter with one of “Agents of Death” once again. His body soon took a defensive stance, with his knees and elbows slightly bent, his shoulders relaxed, and cunning eyes shifting from left to right as if he were trying to spot a nearby enemy.
Unable to determine whether or not he was alone, Julius then decided to draw the possible adversary’s attention to him.
“Dost thou wish to engage into a vendetta with me? Speak now foul devil and I may favour your existence and forgive your life…”With a rough tone, Julius voiced out a firm challenge to anyone nearby.
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OOC: I got the PM 
And Fox was reminding me about twice a day 
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Hera stopped alongside Jake. Both of them floated in the air, not even a hundred feet from the oasis. Standing with his back turned to them* was a man, blade drawn, holding himself in a defensive stance.
"What's he so worried about?" Jake muttered to Hera. "We're in a desert. There's not a soul for miles."
Hera rubbed his temples. "Jake..."
"Oh...right, there's us," Jake said sheepishly. "But come on, we can't feel THAT bad."
"If he's human, he'd probably think you're some evil Dragon come to eat him. As for me...he'd probably think I'm some sort of demon."
"Well, we're not gonna get him off his guard by floating here like a pair of ghosts. Might as well go say hello." Jake angled downward and took off for the side of the pond opposite the man. Hera followed close behind, not wanting to give the man any reason to attack them barring their presence.
A puff of dust rose from where they landed inside the sandy arch of the gourd-shaped pond. Jake waved and called across, "Hey! You like having a dip too, eh?"
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Hera stopped alongside Jake. Both of them floated in the air, not even a hundred feet from the oasis. Standing with his back turned to them* was a man, blade drawn, holding himself in a defensive stance.
"What's he so worried about?" Jake muttered to Hera. "We're in a desert. There's not a soul for miles."
Hera rubbed his temples. "Jake..."
"Oh...right, there's us," Jake said sheepishly. "But come on, we can't feel THAT bad."
"If he's human, he'd probably think you're some evil Dragon come to eat him. As for me...he'd probably think I'm some sort of demon."
"Well, we're not gonna get him off his guard by floating here like a pair of ghosts. Might as well go say hello." Jake angled downward and took off for the side of the pond opposite the man. Hera followed close behind, not wanting to give the man any reason to attack them barring their presence.
A puff of dust rose from where they landed inside the sandy arch of the gourd-shaped pond. Jake waved and called across, "Hey! You like having a dip too, eh?"
OOC: I did not get any PM 
. And Hera...I have not unsheathed my sword yet 
Alright, gotta speed this up!
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With his sword still in its scabbard, the weary traveler quickly shifted his eyes to the source of the voice after hearing the unexpected greeting. Quite abruptly was to find these rarities of nature seemingly hovering in mid air; a dragon and a strange humanoid hybrid of man and dragon (or at least that was what Julius inferred).
Art these fiends? What art these creatures? Art thou Harbingers of Good or an Omen? Julius pondered as he glared upon them with distrustful eyes. Tightening the grip around the grip, Julius wondered whether or not he should draw his blade in an attempt to show them he did not felt threatened. Doubt and confusion took over him as he searched for an answer yet the enlightenment would fail to come. Trusting the fates, the man released the grip he had on the sword and then turned to a more relaxed stance, standing firmly before the two mysterious beasts.
“What are thou? What dost thou seekest from me? Art thou fiend or angel? Speak now or…argh….arghhh!!!”
The man said with brief pauses as if he were struggling to speak.
Suddenly, Julius began to shake violently as he tried hopelessly to get a hold of himself. Unfortunately, the weary traveler was once again succumbing to the thirst for power, having felt the terrible and powerful aura emanating from these two beings.
The darkness within him began to emerge with a lustful desire to harvest these two souls. As a dark mist began to surround him, Julius hands began to quiver, and he had much difficulty focusing his thoughts. He opened and closed his hands, trying to retrain the malice yet he failed miserably. He then placed his hands on his forehead and began to scream in agony as he knelt before these beasts.
OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Julius yelled vividly but to no avail for in the end, he was just a mere puppet of the outcome of his doings; the more power he harnessed the less likely he would be able to control it. After a burst of energy, the man was no longer worn out, his tiredness relieved and his stamina replenished. The man then slowly rose up, keeping his head bowed and his eyes fixed on the ground below his feet.
Unhurriedly, Julius started to raise his gaze and turn it to his new adversaries, grinning confidently in the process. His eyes now reflected an emptiness of reason, and endless pit of nothingness; he was simply pursuing his darkest desires. With his mind clearly focused on harvesting their souls to attain more power, Julius slowly placed his fingers around the grip of the Aurelianus (Julius’s sword), and then he haltingly began to draw it out of its scabbard. A clean yet sharp metallic echoed throughout the scenario as the sword was being unsheathed.
Fully drawn, Julius lifted his sword, with his arm completely expanded, and aimed it defiantly against these two beings…
. And Hera...I have not unsheathed my sword yet Alright, gotta speed this up!
IOC:
With his sword still in its scabbard, the weary traveler quickly shifted his eyes to the source of the voice after hearing the unexpected greeting. Quite abruptly was to find these rarities of nature seemingly hovering in mid air; a dragon and a strange humanoid hybrid of man and dragon (or at least that was what Julius inferred).
Art these fiends? What art these creatures? Art thou Harbingers of Good or an Omen? Julius pondered as he glared upon them with distrustful eyes. Tightening the grip around the grip, Julius wondered whether or not he should draw his blade in an attempt to show them he did not felt threatened. Doubt and confusion took over him as he searched for an answer yet the enlightenment would fail to come. Trusting the fates, the man released the grip he had on the sword and then turned to a more relaxed stance, standing firmly before the two mysterious beasts.
“What are thou? What dost thou seekest from me? Art thou fiend or angel? Speak now or…argh….arghhh!!!”
The man said with brief pauses as if he were struggling to speak.
Suddenly, Julius began to shake violently as he tried hopelessly to get a hold of himself. Unfortunately, the weary traveler was once again succumbing to the thirst for power, having felt the terrible and powerful aura emanating from these two beings.
The darkness within him began to emerge with a lustful desire to harvest these two souls. As a dark mist began to surround him, Julius hands began to quiver, and he had much difficulty focusing his thoughts. He opened and closed his hands, trying to retrain the malice yet he failed miserably. He then placed his hands on his forehead and began to scream in agony as he knelt before these beasts.
OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Julius yelled vividly but to no avail for in the end, he was just a mere puppet of the outcome of his doings; the more power he harnessed the less likely he would be able to control it. After a burst of energy, the man was no longer worn out, his tiredness relieved and his stamina replenished. The man then slowly rose up, keeping his head bowed and his eyes fixed on the ground below his feet.
Unhurriedly, Julius started to raise his gaze and turn it to his new adversaries, grinning confidently in the process. His eyes now reflected an emptiness of reason, and endless pit of nothingness; he was simply pursuing his darkest desires. With his mind clearly focused on harvesting their souls to attain more power, Julius slowly placed his fingers around the grip of the Aurelianus (Julius’s sword), and then he haltingly began to draw it out of its scabbard. A clean yet sharp metallic echoed throughout the scenario as the sword was being unsheathed.
Fully drawn, Julius lifted his sword, with his arm completely expanded, and aimed it defiantly against these two beings…
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What the fuck happened to the tourney? 
*and yes, I do KNOW this is double posting*
*and yes, I do KNOW this is double posting*
D'lain dropped out, no idea where Hera is and Damon's been a silly git and taken days to post back Annoying shit is annoying?
Annoying shit is annoying?