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Post by Talon on Jan 31, 2008 22:33:59 GMT -5
Shive and Cynder appeared in the valley, as if stepping through the air itself. He set the wyrmling down, allowing her to move about freely on her own. He inhaled deeply, currently in his Shinigami robes, then exhaled peacefully.
"Oh yeah... this is it." He stated, throwing his arms to the side.
They were standing on the slope of a grassy portion of the valley, a few various types of wyrmlings playing nearby until being startled by the newcomers. There was a silver-scaled dragon, a brass-scaled dragon, and a white dragon with a blue underbelly. They all stared at Shive and Cynder in surprise and interest before the dragonkin smirked and waved to them.
"Hello. Do any of you know where the desert section is? I'm a little lost." He asked, rubbing the back of his head.
They all glanced at eachother and whispered before the white one steped forward and replied,
"Yeah mister, it's just over that little hill over there. Who're ya looking for?"
Shive smirked, his eyes watering over slightly.
"Someone I haven't seen in a while."
They all nodded, and aimed in the direction previously stated. Shive nodded in thanks and started walking in that direction. He paused at the peak of the hill, and tears trickled down his cheeks. This area was rocky and sandy, but still retained the general shape of the valley. He nodded to Cynder, asking,
"Coming?"
Without waiting, he casually continued onward, scanning the area. There were various dragons here, some large, some small. They were all either chatting, sunbathing, or sleeping here; some of them glanced at Shive and Cynder, though Cynder got a few of the more 'confused' looks. They weren't spiteful, not hurt, not angry, just... confused. Shive abruptly stopped, hands squeezing themselves. His tears began anew as he stared dead ahead of him.
On a large, plate-like rock was a massive, 70-foot long brown-scaled dragon with a lighter-brown underbelly. His wings seemed undersized, but he made up for it with a lot of muscle. He has five horns adorning the back of his slightly triangular-shaped head, arranged in a star-like pattern. The behemoth was asleep, and Shive smirked, walking up to him. He leaned over to the drake's head and screamed,
"WAKEY-WAKEY! VISITING HOURS HAVE BEGUN!"
The dragon snorted awake, and glanced around through yellow-green eyes. He stopped when he saw Shive, and the beast smiled.
"Shive! Is that you? Did you die just to see your old man?" He asked in a deep, thundering voice.
Shive shook his head.
"No, but it is good to see ya, dad. I'm here to help out a friend." He replied, side-stepping.
"She's been having some problems with her social confidence lately, and she's been... dwelling on the past a bit much." He stated.
The dragon gave a sad smirk as he turned to the wyrmling.
"Hi. I'm Daralog, Shive's father. He tells me you've had some problems lately; is that true? If so, feel free to tell me. He brought you here for a reason, right?" He asked, patiently waiting for a response.
((HORRID, HORRID dialogue on my part... my bad))
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jan 31, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
Cynder's pupils had shrunk into tiny pinpricks when she realized that the great earth dragon was the one who Shive was intending to speak with...
Size wise, he out-classed the guardians of her realm, whom she had fought, rather easily... She doubted even they would be able to stay calm after seeing such a large dragon, even if he was flightless.
"... Uh..." the wyrmling shook a bit from seeing such a large dragon...
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Who wouldn't if this was the first time some one saw a towering behemoth such as Daralog when they were just a petite two feet tall? Or short, as the matter may be.
"Well... It's that... I..." Cynder sighed, trying to get a hold of herself.
"It's... Well... I... I never had any choice of what to do in my life for as long as I could remember... Someone else... always said what to do, and used his power to force me to do what he said...
And one of those things..."
Her voice was breaking, as she finished just above a whisper,
"Was the death of most of the dragons of my home... And I had no choice! I couldn't fight his power! His power... His power was seemingly limitless, and I had no hope of breaking free on my own."
She couldn't help but cry even more after that.
"Eleven years. Eleven f***ing years I had no choice in what I did. And whats worse... He was sealed away, and I was apparently the single dragon who could command enough power to free him. I almost did too... if it weren't for that purple dragon... Spyro... He... He broke that monster's control over me... and stopped him from escaping, but what puzzled me most, besides his ability to control every element, was that he actually saved me even after what I did.
But, fate has a morbid sense of humor. Not three days after I break free, something knocked me out and kidnapped me, and when I woke up, another monster possessed me. It wasn't as long or as bad as the first one, but I still did a lot of evil things... And yet, I again puzzled because I was rescued, when I thought that I was going to die. Shive was with another dragon, and they, with some robot, who I can't remember the name of, they also broke the possession I was under. But now, I still feel guilt for all those lives I snuffed out..." the wyrmling layed down and curled up, as if hoping she'd just dissappear into ground if she was as small as she possibly could be...
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Post by Talon on Jan 31, 2008 23:27:20 GMT -5
Daralog pondered this through saddened eyes.
"I see... but, you have your free will now, right? And besides, you weren't in control of yourself; if all those who 'you' killed knew that, they'd definatly forgive you. That's what Spyro did, is it not? Anyone can be forced to forgiveness with the truth, no matter what they've done. You mourn for the souls, and any soul knows that if it is mourned by the living, it is missed. So technically, you've already apologized to them for something that isn't your fault. They know that now. Hell, I think I know a few of them who've mentioned your name. When they first arrived, they were bitter about it..."
His eyes closed, and his tail swept to the side.
"Then, they said they heard the voice of a small child who wept for them daily. They finally realized who it was, and they were horrified at the fact they had cursed you. They in turn, cursed the one who manipulated you. They all prayed that your friend Spyro would help you break free, and rid the living of this 'Dark Master'. So tell me, do you still feel guilty? It was not you who killed them, but the manipulator. You were just a puppet in his despicable schemes; you know in your heart you'd never harm another innocent being."
His eyes slowly slid open, and he gave a heartwarming smile to the wyrmling.
"And by the way: The ones who saved you; My son and his allies, as well as your friend Spyro, they saved you because they cared. Spyro rescued you because he knew the truth... he knew you wanted nothing to do with any of that. As for my son, he knew there was something amiss shortly after he first encountered you. He has an apathy with children, you know. Even if he did save you by accident, but you saw so yourself that he was worried about you after he found out."
He rumbled deeply in his chest as his long tail came around and formed a perimeter around the sobbing wyrmling. He leaned his face in closer, and stated,
"You may not know it, but there are still those who care for you. I've seen Shive and his friends treat you as if you were one of their own; there are those back in your realm who miss you as well, and even those who knew of you here, in Arux di Itmen, grieve for your sadness. A certain violet dragon misses you especially, and I think you know why."
His eyes widened suddenly, and he smirked.
"What would you say... if I gave you the chance to talk to him?" He asked, resting his chin on his foreclaw.
((If I bring in Spyro, you have to play him. I have not played any of the games, but I know enough about them to know what's going on here. >.>))
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jan 31, 2008 23:37:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Disturbing fact: The Dark Master is another purple dragon, hence his nigh limitless power, Nobody but Spyro and another dragon known as 'The Chronicler' know of this though. Besides, I kind of figured that out. The part where I would have to play Spyro, I mean.)
Cynder was a bit caught off guard by that... She... She could actually talk to him here?
"I'd like that, please... It feels likeits been so long since we've seen each other face to face... and for him, it has been. If its not too much trouble, that is."
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Post by Talon on Jan 31, 2008 23:42:38 GMT -5
(( www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mof_gallery/MonFaePG39.jpg )) Daralog nodded, smiling. "That's the spirit." He stated. He flexed one of his claws as his tail uncoiled away from Cynder, the brown dragon shifting himself up into a sitting position. The foreclaw then began to glow green as he chanted deeply, his voice suddenly seeming to echo as he carved glowing green runes into the air itself. They floated there, arranged in a circle, then he nodded. He then lashed his claw into the portal, his tongue sticking out of the side of his maw in concentration. He grinned as he found what- no, who he was looking for. He ripped his arm out, something roughly a third his size within his grasp. It was a 20-foot long, violet dragon, with two familiar yellow horns on the back of his head. Daralog nudged the violet dragon so he would be facing Cynder when he awoke. Now, to see what happens... Daralog thought, smirking. |
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Feb 1, 2008 19:18:42 GMT -5
Spyro blinked in surprise, a 'dizzy spell' overtaking him for a few seconds.
"Well, that was new... though just as stunning as the whole 'kcock me into a dream at an particular moment' act Chronicler... kept... doing..." His voice, deepened by age, trailed off as he noticed the black dragon.
"C-Cynder? What happened? I've looked-"
"I know, Spyro, you've looked everywhere for me." Cynder cut him off, relief evident in her voice.
"Cynder... It's been twenty years... And yet... you haven't aged a day... How? And where have you been all this time?"
"I believe I can answer that." another familiar dragon's voice cut in as Solranous materialized a mental projection of himself off to the side, placing the Shinigami robes on it because of it being in a spiritual realm.
Spyro's eyes nearly bugged out when he noticed that Solranous' power was so great, the violet dragon could actually see the energy.
"Um, pardon if I sound rude, but who are you?"
"Name's Solranous, and I was there when Cynder was freed from the second time she was possessed. Anyways, the reason you couldn't find her was because she was kidnapped, taken into a whole different dimension, by whom I can't say. While she was in said dimension, she had a bad run-in with another evil force I refuse to mention by name. It brings back memories I can't stand to remember. That is why you couldn't find her, as for why she looks like she hasn't aged at all, time in our dimension passes much more slowly then in your dimension. It has only been a week, max."
Spyro felt faint, this was beginning to hurt his brain, even after he grew so much mentally, the thought of other dimensions parralell to his own home was outside of his realm of comprehension.
"I don't know if I want to ask you to try running that by me again..." the dragon groaned.
Solranous laughed, "Trust me, you don't."
"Solranous, how are you here, and why do you look like a ghost? How did any of us get here without dying?" Cynder asked, not believing what her eyes were showing her.
"WHOA! Wait. You mean... this is Heaven?" Spyro continued, officially freaked out now.
"I don't get it myself," was all Cynder could offer.
"Heh, that would be my telepathy at work. I'm not actually here, as much as I'm just tricking your minds into thinking you see me right now. I won't go into details as most non-telepathic beings would get a headache over it. Oh, and concerning the whole 'Heaven' ordeal, Shinigami like Shive and myself can enter and exit Heaven at almost anytime. Now with that out of the way all I'm really here for is to clear up any confusion that may result from Cynder's fogged memory. Pay no attention to the specter-like dragon unless you have a question."
Solranous merely 'laid' on his back in the air, as if he were basking in the sunlight, though he couldn't actually feel anything that was happening here. Though he grunted a bit, noting that he wouldn't take too kindly to the arid desert air.
'I always did feel better when it was hot and humid at the same time, I must be one of those dragon varieties that would feel more at home in a tropical jungle or something to that extent.' he thought to himself.
Cynder just gave a blank look to Spyro, who was doing the same thing.
"Am I missing something?" the violet dragon asked.
"You're not the only one... Well... Um..." Cynder stuttered, not really sure how she should phrase her question, Spyro seemed to pick up on it.
"Cynder, no body back home blames you for what happened. Ignitus, Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador were worried when you were taken... We were afraid that... 'he' took you again. I wish I could have told you, but we were never able to find you, not even a wise dragon, the Chronicler, could find you after I asked him to help. They may have given up looking, but they never gave up hope that you were alive and well. We're kind of hoping that you'll come back... but you don't have to. I won't hold it against you if you don't want to come back." Spyro sighed, wrapping a wing around the black dragoness.
"Spyro... Thanks... I needed that... I really, really needed that." the wyrmling leaned against Spyro's foreleg, with a the weight of guilt relieved...
Of course... that's when Solranous remembered something...
'Aw shit...' he thought, before speaking directly to Shive, making sure no one else around could hear.
"Shive, I fear we may have a large problem on our hands in the days to come. You remember GaoGaiGar's Genesic Hell and Heaven attack, right? It damaged her soul, but she survived... And I fear we may have to deal with a 'Hollow Cynder.' Unfortuneately, I can neither confirm nor put to rest my fears, so I believe the best course of action is to watch her more closely, so that if a Hollow does develop from the damage, we can get rid of it before it causes too many problems."
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Post by Talon on Feb 1, 2008 23:18:31 GMT -5
Shive nodded, folding his arms.
Okay, but that all depends on whether or not she wants to come back with us. If she comes back with us, then yes, I'll keep an eye on her. He thought back to the dragon.
Meanwhile, Daralog smiled at the scene. He suddenly realized there was something standing on his head, and his eyes rolled upwards to see two small, green eyes staring into his own, a smirk under them.
"That was very kind of you, honey." The being on his head stated.
Shive's ears perked up, and he whipped around to see what looked like a female dragonkin sliding off of the dragon's head. She looked no older than thirty or fourty (in human years), and had long, copper-gold hair that reached the top of her thighs. Her eyes were an emerald green, and her scales were slightly lighter than Shive's. She wore basic clothing like Shive's, but her pants were a deep green, her shirt being white. Her wing-skins were a light yellow-tan. She looked much less feral than the half-dragon himself, and would actually be considered attractive, even to non-draconic beings. She turned to Shive, who stood there, jaw dropped.
"Hey son, how ya doing?" She asked.
Shive's lower lip trembled, and he ran forward, hugging her (though she was about 5 inches shorter than he). She hugged him back as Shive muttered through a cracking voice,
"Mom... it's... it's been too long..."
She smiled and patted his back as she hugged him back. She broke away and looked at him, asking,
"So... you're a Shinigami now? That means you can see us whenever you please now!"
Shive nodded, then stated,
"That reminds me..."
He turned back to Cynder, walking before the purple and black dragons. He smirked at Spyro and bowed, before crouching down before Cynder, asking,
"Um... Cynder... this may be hard to ask, but I need an answer..."
He stared at her, and asked,
"Now, my father can help you go back with Spyro, if you want. You can either go back with him, and see all of your friends, or you can come back with us. Be warned: What you experienced in our world was only a small portion of the madness that usually occurs there... so, what is it? And I apologize if I sound rude..."
He leaned on his knee as Daralog and his wife walked off somewhere else to leave the others to their own affairs. Shive glanced after them, smiling, then he turned back to Cynder.
"Once again, your call."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Feb 2, 2008 0:24:30 GMT -5
"Cynder?" Spyro asked cautiously, waiting for an answer.
"...Um, Spyro... I'm sorry... I want to go back with you, but I don't feel like my destiny belongs there, back at the temple... I'm sorry, but I'm staying with Shive and Solranous." the wyrmling responded, backing away. Spyro's eyes closed, shedding a tear, before he nodded.
"Alright Cynder, I'll tell them... And I'll tell them what you told me... I guess this is goodbye again..." The purple dragon rubbed at his eye, which had another tear going down it. "I'll miss ya, Cynder, but I'll never forget you. Maybe... Maybe if things were different..." The violet dragon paused for a few seconds.
"Love could have existed between you two." Solranous finished for him, a grin evident on his 'face.' Cynder nodded slowly.
"If only... Things were different. Goodbye... Spyro..." The wyrmling was stuttering, as if she was afraid the much older and much stronger dragon would be offended.
"Goodbye, Cynder. I'm glad I got to talk with you one last time... Though, before we part ways again..." The violet dragon leaned in, kissing Cynder on the cheek. The dragoness froze from shock for a few seconds, and as Spyro pulled back, she reached a paw up, wondering if this was just some cruel dream.
"Heh, I always know when I'm right, and I was right about this." Solranous noted.
"By the way... Stop beating yourself up over those years. You know as well as I do it wasn't directly your fault. And I swear, even if its the last thing I do, I'll kill the Dark Master... And I hope we both come here when we die... It really does fit the needs of those who have done good... And it makes a perfect retirement home!" That got chuckles from both Cynder and Spyro, and the former said,
"Isn't it Sparx who is always the joker? That's what I understood from him."
"Yeah, he is... And speaking of which, I should get going, before that dragonfly of a surrogate brother chews my tail out for making him panic, I swear, he's a flying ball of nerves... Nerves of glass to be precise. And who knows Cynder, maybe we'll see each other again. I really hope so." Spyro then walked back as well, waiting for Daralog to show up again to send him back, while Cynder stood next to Shive.
"Thanks, Spyro... I mean it... You've... You've never given up. On me, or anyone else... Thank you..."
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Post by Talon on Feb 2, 2008 11:44:04 GMT -5
Shive seemed shocked. He had honestly expected the wyrmling to go back with Spyro! Shive smirked, shaking his head.
"If need be, you can always come back here, and I can send you to your original plane for a visit. Remember that." Daralog stated, suddenly standing next to Spyro, though referring to Cynder.
The brown wyrm raised his claw and casted the spell again, a grassy landscape coming into view within the portal's doorway. Daralog side-stepped and stated,
"It's all ready to go. Just step through and you'll arrive in your home plane."
He glanced at Cynder, and smirked, turning back to the violet dragon.
"And don't worry about her, Spyro. She's in good hands." He added.
So, she really wants to live with my son and the others, eh? I'm not sure if this is the wisest choice she could make, but maybe she can help... in some way or another... He thought.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Feb 2, 2008 14:05:21 GMT -5
"Thanks for bringing me here to see her again, Daralog." Spyro said before he jumped through the portal.
"Well, I'll see you two back home!" Solranous could to the wyrmling and the dragonkin, before his mental image dissappeared from the place. Cynder glanced up at Shive.
"I guess we should get going, unless there's some... Family business you want to settle before we go. It's not like I know how to leave this place... Or get back in for that matter..." the wyrmling said... though something unusual began to claw at her mind...
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Post by Talon on Feb 2, 2008 14:18:15 GMT -5
Shive sighed, glancing up at his father.
"See ya later?" He asked the brown wyrm.
"Count on it, you little punk." Daralog replied, grinning.
He paused, then stated,
"Oh, by the way, Cynder... I have something for you, if you want it."
The massive dragon then opened his claw, dropping something at the base of Cynder's feet. It appeared to be an amulet; a chrome diamond-shape with an opal positioned in the center. It was attached to a black cord. Daralog pointed to it and stated,
"If you ever feel if your will won't be enough, wear the amulet. It shields the wearer's mind from suggestive forces or mind-control, basically. And..."
He paused, a small smirk growing.
"It will allow you to contact someone whenever you please and communicate with them telepathically, even across planar boundaries. Hint-hint." He added, grinning.
He opened a new portal, this one showing the Abandoned District. He gestured to it, and stated,
"And both of you, remember: even if things seem like they can't get any worse, there's always some light of hope."
Shive paused before the portal, then glanced over his shoulder, scowling.
"You've been reading my thoughts again, haven't you?"
Daralog whistled innocently, then shoved the two through the portal, yelling,
"I admit to nothing!"
He smirked as the portal shut behind them, and let out a relieved sigh.
((End thread))
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