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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 20, 2009 21:52:12 GMT -5
Ethrow crouched by the cliff edge of the crystal clear ocean pool, watching with bright green eyes the fat fish below His neck extended his ears pricked forward, he leaned ever so closer to the waters surface almost touching it with his nose. His wings, disproportioned to his thin cat-like body, spread out to both sides half open for balance. Closer he leaned, closer, all his muscles tense, every thought focused on his pray. The whole world seemed to hold its breath, it was taut and still as the young dragons jaws slowly parted and he prepared to strike. All his attention was on the fish below (who were blissfully unaware of their pending doom) he noticed little else as his body coiled up like a spring. He was only a second away from absolute turmoil. Or rather, from dinner! Bye bye little fishies![/center][/color]
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 21, 2009 14:44:50 GMT -5
So here I was, walking; again. I grumbled to myself and continued to place one cracked hoof in front of the other, grunting as an unusually hard rock jammed in to my hoof. I cursed loud enough to wake the dead, though I'm sure I've woke thousands of them before, shook the rock out of my hoof and continued on in an even worse mood. I saw my surroundings without eyes, heard birds flutter away without ears, smelled the fear pouring off everything around me without nostrils and tasted the bile in my mouth without a tongue. I was quite different and I knew it, and hated it. Bad 'air' surrounded me, and anything with any sense could sense it. After a few more trudging moments and a hundred more pointless curses, I saw, or more precisely, visioned in my mind, a large white bulky dragon leaning over a small cliff and starring intently down at the water below. My bad humor made me grin on a permanently grinning face and start forward, thinking of mischief. But, of course, blaming my luck, my unusually long main got ensnared in a tangle of branches, wrenching my skull backwards, painfully, and making me shout out loud enough to deafen ears, "Aw darn-it-all, what next?" [/color][/left]
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 21, 2009 15:21:50 GMT -5
For a fleeting moment Ethrow was the picture of a perfect hunter about to attack. But that moment was shattered utterly as a string of loud curses carved through his sensitive ears. Startled and totally off balance, he jerked awkwardly eyes flashing yellow as his weight dragged him rather quickly downward into the water below. The water wasn't very deep in that particular spot and Ethrow sort of crumpled into it. all his coiled energy being suddenly released, sending him crashing down head first. His nose hit the sandy bottom only feet away and he flipped over landing with a tremendous splash on to his back, legs sprawling up-wards, withs sticking in all directions. The water gushed up and about churning up mud and pebbles. The fish had vanished as soon as they had seen any movement leaving Ethrow laying in an ungraceful heap, stunned and confused and half submerged in the shallow water. Jerking around he managed to right himself, staggering to his feet. He snorted sand from his nostrils and shook himself to dislodge the muck that now covered his once gleaming scales. Wet, cold and now rather hungry he blindly hopped back up the small cliff edge; sand was in his eyes and he stumbled as he shook his head from side to side, eyes squinting shut. Ethrow snorted and coughed several times standing with his legs sprawled out and wings held high, looking rather ridiculous. Sandy water was dripping of his flanks and down his sides and his had a clump of kelp stuck onto one of his silver horns. Unable to see Ethrow tilted his head to one side to listen for whom ever had so rudely disturbed him. He said in an angry and very hoar's voice, OK, who ever the jerk was that just ruined my dinner had better start heading for the hills cause in about five seconds you wont be able to! He coughed again and snorted, there was something stuck up his right nostril. Shaking his head he made a rather disgusting noise. Lowering his head and reaching up his right front hand he snorted and pulled out a fish with one of his black claws. Blinking to clean out the sand from his eyes he looked at it, rather puzzled, than lifted his head and casted the fish aside. Ethrows eyes flashed a brilliant orange gold and he snarled, Alright, you toad, get ready to be thrashed! I'll toast you to a lifeless crisp for this!
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 21, 2009 19:23:54 GMT -5
I yanked free my ivory tresses and turned just in time to 'see' the white mound, or dragon, fall head over heels into the water. I rolled imaginary eyes and sarcastically mumbled, "oh, brilliant!" before starting toward where the muck covered and disoriented dragon was starting to emerge back out of the water. I had stepped into the sunlight now and felt the always-to-bright sun gleaming off my literally polished white skull. I heard the adolescent dragon railing out threats, but i wasn't scared in the slightest even though I should have been. I was almost completely positive I'd faced worse . . . but, oh look, an angry little dragon, how cute . . . I tromped forward and stopped a couple paces off and then laughed dryly as the dragon pulled a fish, a real live fish, from his nose. Oh, yeah, keep laughing, I thought, one day it'll probably happen to you . . . ha, but I don't have claws, I argued with myself, so, I can't pull it out of my nose . . . and i don't even have a nose either, so there! You'll find a way to make it happen , I countered again, you always do. "Shut up brain," I mumbled out loud, then watched the dragon with my forced grin and added with a dull tone meant for the dragon, "Hit me with you best shot, o one-who-pulls-itty-bitty-fishes-from-nose. I was beginning to wonder if anything interesting would happen today . . ." This time my skeletal face was actually lit up with a devious grin.
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 22, 2009 14:40:40 GMT -5
Ethrow's reptilian head snapped over to gaze at the creature that had spoken. For what it looked like, an ugly, skull-headed horse, Ethrow assumed that it was dark which only added to his desire to pummel it. Snarling, eyes ( still full of sand ) flashing a brilliant flame orange, he bared his long white fangs. Without uttering a word he lashed his long whip-like tail outward. It slashed through the air like a bolt of lightning, barely slow enough for the eye to see. The crushing strength of the blow could shatter bones but Ethrow was rather aiming send the ugly pony into the outer atmosphere. Bye bye little horsey!
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 22, 2009 15:04:09 GMT -5
I 'saw' what this dragon was intending to do the millisecond his first muscle tensed to deliver the blow. My senses were a funny thing. I sensed things like you could never imagine, couldn't imagine. A simple way to put it was that my brain sensed everything around me at every angle and dimension. Take this dragon for example, from where I stood I could 'see' every inch of him, smell every smell that clung to him, hear every sound his body made, and even taste every flavor that seasoned him. Now, take that knowledge and magnify it by every other living particle for miles around . . . got a head-ache yet? Yeah, me too. Any ways, where were we? Oh, yeah, I was about to be killed, sort of. Me being the lazybones that I was, saw this coming but didn't try to even avoid it. The blow hit me like a ton of bricks. I was thrown backward into a rock-face with an audible crunch as I painfully felt several ribs and other bones break, along with one of my horns and, of course, the chain at the end of my braid whipped around and hit me in the jaw, breaking some of my teeth . . . perfect. I crumpled to the ground in a heap and lay there, unmoving, for several moments. I felt my body suddenly convulse and then the excruciating pain started to rapidly fade. I lifted my head to snidely gaze at the dragon while my missing teeth and horn were weaving themselves back together, and inside me my bones were doing the same, repairing themselves. After another moment I stood up and grumbled, "That's all you've got? Please, what did you expect to happen?" I laughed despite myself and wandered back over to him while saying, "I'm like a cockroach, you can't get rid of me."
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Post by Vejshwyre on Jul 25, 2009 15:56:20 GMT -5
A smirk of satisfaction spread across the dragons face but it soon faded into a look of puzzlement. Ethrows eyes flickered a bright green yellow as the horse reasembled itself and came strutting back over to him. He 'Felt', now that he had gotten over his stock from the fall, the creatures presence, the flow of energy and the strange ;fog' that engulfed the horse. Ethrows 'feeling' was that of the telepathic kind and it allowed him to sense . . . odd things. For example, the horses purpose, emotions, and internal turmoil as far as such things were related to Ethrow. He could feel other things but only if he forced himself on the horse, which he had no desire to do. But Ethrow 'felt' no disturbance, no evil 'power' about the horse, just a heavy curse. Nothing at all like the 'feelings' one got from a Higher Dark or Wraith. no, this beast was not at all that far fallen, hence the 'fog' that was both there and not. It reflected the horses very being, torn between one 'realm' and the next.
All information flashing into Ethrows mind in an instant but nothings change his feeling toward the creature, just his tactics. He crouched and hissed loudly. Than springing through the air he opened his maw and gushed forth white hot venom-fueled flame as he came crashing down upon the horse. It he couldn't completely kill it why not at-least take out his rage upon it? Falken wasn't here to stop him and what his rider didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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Post by Vejshwyre on Aug 3, 2009 13:27:33 GMT -5
Hmmm . . well this was an interesting sensation, kinda tingly. I lay where i was pinned down, thrashing uselessly . . . although I knew I wouldn't die (couldn't die) it didn't get rid of the pain I was feeling. But, after a while, once my skin and muscles and all else that was flammable was burned away, I felt nothing. I sensed that my raw skeleton was exposed taking on a blackened hue when the fire ceased. I lay still, waiting for my body to knit itself back together, like it had done so many times before. Without lungs I rasped in a teasing tone, "oh, That was successful, got any more fun ideas?"
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