The Light and The Dark

[Talon]

On one en of the cliffs, Shive stood staring out across the desert, scowling. His torso was coated in a mix between red and green blood, his armor dented and broken, and Ragnarok was bloodied and chipped. He looked a bit haggared, but other than that, perfectly calm as he stared blankly ahead. His fist clenched across his sword's handle as he muttered,

"I'll never be able to find either of those two... it'd require me to look all over the goddamn planet to do so... even if I were to do so, the Detect Magic wouldn't help..."

He sighed, head bowing as he wiped the blood off of Ragnarok. The corpse of what appeared to be a massive worm covered in purple chitinous plates laid dead at the bottom of the cliffs, massive wounds carved in its frame. The desert wind, cool at this time of night, blew across the sadny plane and washed across the dragonkin, who found its familiarity comforting somewhat.

"Just like home... hmph." He muttered.

He shuddered as the recent events came back to mind, and his fists clenched as he thought of Myrr. His eyes clamped shut, and he looked skyward.

"I fear for that woman... I don't know what I'd do if she were to die..." He muttered, moisture forming at the base of his eyelids.

* * * * * * *

On the other side of the cliffs, a certain blue wyrmling was having an... interesting conversation.

[glow=green,2,300]So... you want me to do... what?[/glow] the Great Old One echoed through Mortis's mind.

"You heard me. I don't need to repeat myself." Mortis replied coldly.

[glow=green,2,300]I see... and, why should I do this for you?[/glow]

The wyrmling's yellow optics turned a dusky purple.

"Because... I get stronger, and you get a stronge rminion."

The wyrmling clenched his teeth in pain as he was answered by a resounding laugh.

[glow=green,2,300]MINION? Boy, you're no longer in service to me; in fact I'm not sure why I'm even talking to you. I won't need minions for some time to come. You know my prophecy. If not, go ask some of my cultists. They'll tell you.[/glow]

Mortis sighed, tail swaying.

"'One the day the stars are right, the secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth... Then all races would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.' Am I close?" He responded.

He could feel that tentacled abberation smirk.

[glow=green,2,300]You've been reading Lovecraft, haven't you? He was one of my favorite puppets, you know.[/glow]

Mortis shrugged.

"I got nothing to do all day." He replied.

Cthulhu 'hmphed', then asked one last time,

[glow=green,2,300]So.. why do you wish to sacrifice your body for this kind of power?[/glow]

Mortis stared up at the stars, then muttered quietly in a strangled, low voice,

"Because... there's someone... I want to protect..."

[Azure_Ghidorah]

"Myrr is stronger then she looks, you know that. She may not be strong enough to handle most opponents that appear here now-a-days, but she'll give them a fight if she must. Not to mention she has... ahem 'unnatural help' if push comes to shove. She is closely watched over, there is no need for you to worry of her safety." an unknown voice rang through the air around Shive, sounding almost like an echo.

A blue mist seemed to coalesce before the dragonkin, though it acquired no further detail, almost as if there was no physical body.

[Talon]

Shive was a bit unnerved by the mist's sudden appearance, but he calmed upon hearing the voice. He'd seen stranger, that was a-given.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I still can't help not fearing for her safety, what with all the events happening lately..."

He snapped the final leather strap around Ragnarok, then slid the strap over his shoulder before sighing, looking up at the sky once more.

"I fear for everyone's safety... things had started to look up, then it all came tumbling down in an avalanche of sh*t, for lack of better term. Can we never catch a break? It's getting to the point where this city alone is almost as bad as the Realm of Outcasts..."

He shook his head, then slitted his eyes open to stare at the mist.

"So, how's it been going for you lately?" He asked in a casual tone.

* * * * * * *

There was a silence between the mortal Mortis and the Great Old One Cthulhu. Finally, it was broken when the tentacled deity of madness replied,

[glow=green,2,300]No.[/glow]

Mortis scowled, lashing his tail.

"Whaddaya mean, 'no'?! Why not?!" He hissed angrily.

The darkness suddenly seemed to press in on him, and Cthulhu responded with,

[glow=green,2,300]NO. I won't do it for you. For one, you're a mortal, beneath my notice. Two, you can manage on your own, you're just not trying.[/glow]

With that, the voice was gone, never to be heard again by the wyrmling. He scowled, then it slowly faded before his head bowed, muttering something below his breath.

Haven't been trying...?

He shrugged, then paced off into the woods.

[Azure_Ghidorah]

"Believe it or not, I just came into being at this moment, I have no past, no memories, it is only because of another that I am not infantile in mind like I should be." the mist replied. "As your 'deceased' friend, Solranous, would say, 'Fate is cruel at the worst of moments.' It is not many a chance that supernatural beings such as you and I can 'catch a break' as you say. And, given the circumstances, it is a natural response to fear for the safety of others. Especially for one that you love..."

The mist 'sighed' as best as it could.

"It can grow troublesome for people when speaking to one whose name you do not know, feel free to call me Mikarage, it would help to know what name I decide to have for myself should future conversations come about."

[Talon]

"Mikarage, eh? Pleasure to meet ya. Name's Shive, but I feel you already know that." He stated.

He puffed his lower jaw out, exhaling through the gap that pointed upwards, pushing aside a stray lock of hair.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but... what are you, exactly? You're no type of ghost I've see yet... I doubt you're a Living Spell... I apologize about the inquisitiveness, I'm just paranoid as of late." He asked, glancing off to the side near the end.

I'd like to ask you 'who' it is that kept you from having an infantile mind upon creation as well... He thought to himself, hoping it didn't have telepathy.

[Azure_Ghidorah]

"No harm in asking, it is understandable." Mikarage began. "I am no ghost, nor am I a Living Spell, but rather, a meta-physical manifestation of a piece of the consciousness of a highly developed telepath. Hence my misty 'body,' if it could be called a body. Despite this, though, I have no power of telepathy or telekinesis myself." the mist explained.

It then 'looked' up, discernable by a shifting in the upper portion of its 'body.' Another sigh escaped it, as it continued, waiting for Shive's response.

[Talon]

((Shive: *ears are bleeding* too many big words...))

Shive restrained himself from rubbing his temples as he thought,

I... forgot how much I hated dealing with Psions...

He caught Mikarage's sigh, then lowered his eyes in return.

"I suppose you're wanting a physical body right now, huh?"

His eyes narrowed, then he glanced off across the desert.

"But then again, if you're a piece of the conscious of who I think you are-"

He paused, blinking, then continued,

"Then I suppose you either don't mind because you're here to tell me something, or you're going to fix that problem soon. But hey, just a guess."

He sighed, shoulders sagging, an action that caused Ragnarok's tip to touch the ground.

"Just hopeful ramblings, I suppose..."

[Azure_Ghidorah]

((Mikarage: *laughs* He told me about that too...))

"In a sense, I am here to deliver a message. Very simplistic in wording, but vauge enough to not alert the enemy. 'The return of a light will be at hand at the war of demons, aided by darkness once thought destroyed.' If you tell Myrr that, she may be able to figure it out, she has her father's capacity for understanding the occasional riddle. Not to say you can't figure it out, but if you get stumped, she should be able to help." Mikarage said.

The mist then turned towards the volcano, thinking, 'That should give them enough of a clue to figure it out, but not for the enemy to understand.'

[Talon]

Shive blinked, nodding.

Great... now we're dealing with riddles... He thought, left eye twitching.

"I'll, uh... I'll be sure to tell her that."

He glanced off to the side, tapped his foot several times, looked at the ground, then back at Mikarage.

"Uhh... should I do it now?" He asked, holding a hand up in questioning.

((Lilicor: Riddles, eh? Just like the time you got me, Shive! Shive: *rips hair out, biting lip*))

[Azure_Ghidorah]

"Doesn't have to be now, but you should tell her soon..." Mikarage replied.

"damn... so this is how he felt when there wasn't much to make a conversation out of..." the mist mused to itself off handedly.

[Talon]

Shive laughed, overhearing the mist's musing.

"That was rare for him too... he talked a lot." He stated, smirking.

He laughed, then spread his wings before muttering,

"Well, was nice talking to ya. If you have any more information, don't hesitate to tell me."

His head lowered as he muttered,

"Bahamut knows we could all use a boost in spirits..."

With that, he took off into the sky, heading towards the city and shouting profanity as several Xenoliths shot out of the trees after him.

((End it with your post?))

[Azure_Ghidorah]

Mikarage nodded to himself as best as he could.

"Yeah... We all need a boost in spirit... Luckily... that'll be coming in a big way when the war begins."

Mikarage then just disspersed with a light gust of wind.

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