02-25-2016, 09:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-26-2016, 11:18 AM by Vanquish.
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we were caught up and lost in all of our vices
in your pose as the dust settled around us
in your pose as the dust settled around us
The Chamber’s sky was soaked in ash, whole treelines engulfed in a roaring, thirsty dragonfire that roared along its insides. The only other being that moved amongst the sky was a gold-scaled dragon with a filly clutched between her gleaming claws and fire licking from her lips as she snarled over the burning kingdom. A dragon that glistened with raw strength, a dragon that spent each night beneath his touch.
The smoke is chokingly heavy here so the king drops from the sky into a smoldering, ash-path where embers still glowered. Dragonfire was heavier, crueler than any earthen fire they had known – no forest fire compared to the scorch of what brewed in a dragon’s belly and so it was not so easily quenched.
The clamor of fighting reaches his ears and so the Nightwalker finds the group of three stallions and a motherfucking tiger beset on a metal-winged silver lioness that smelled of Prague’s familiar skin. He is on foot, talon-tipped wings clutched at his sides –black feathers burnt at his feet from the fire that reached as he made his way. Before he clears the line of ashed pine trees a pulse of light, blinding and physical reverberates through the Chamber – hushed and bright and powerful.
He is further away than the others so the tremor doesn’t shudder him as wildly as it possibly does the others. He knows it is Prague that takes the form of the lioness and can only assume the mare that comes to her aid is of Jungle blood as well, the other four were of fair game. Fucking little coward shits, mobbing one who stood alone – a mare nonetheless, never mind that she was an immortal magical ancient wholly capable of disintegrating them each on their own. Well, that is until she spawns several replicas of herself. He watches as she turns from snake to water,
At once two horses made of bedrock, as thick and red as the Deserts stones, were fed from the ground on either side of the king. They were identical to Vanquish in every way, down to the now crispy burnt feet feathers – except they were made of rock, desert rock.
One stone beast sets its aim on the tiger that prowled the line, claws wet with warm blood. The replica besets the cat front hooves failing, a soundless squeal emitting from its opened stone jaw as it tries to trample the feline after Prague’s attack. The second beast finds its direction on the nearest thing – the newly arriving Killdare with the little wishful dragon wings. The stone leviathan merely drops his head to his shoulder and aims at the stallion’s body – any part will do. The summoned creature was made to be crumbled, so why not turn it to dust it on the bones of the enemy? Besides – he had no true control over them once they were made, anyway he didn’t even bother to see if they met their marks. Their presence alone did enough.
Vanquish sends a wave of Desert sand towards the remaining bunch as the Percheron charges into the fray, rising back on scaled and taloned wings as he catches Warships eye – he was nothing so weak as to need an enemy’s back turned for his assault. He wanted them to be ready, they fucking needed to be.
He snarls a dragon’s growl as he drops to the ground, adding to the array of lion’s and tiger’s curdles of blood. His eyes are keen on the beast before him as a patch of cactus with long and fat barbs appeared beneath where Warships feet were and where Lupei lay. A sheet of cactus barbs moved to cover his chest and body as plate of desert rock materialized over his face and down his neck. He does not see Prague send the vine’s out to catch Warships feet as he rocks back on heavy haunches – striking out with his hooves at the stallion’s left shoulder and forearm with a heavy momentum. This was not his first war and was very far from his first battle, the king preferred to avoid the risk of entangling his legs in that of his opponents – they were such small and mobile targets anyway, so he rarely went for those. He would much rather aim for bigger chance of contact, a larger area. But doubts his hooves will make any contact if Prague’s vines make her mark and drag the Chamberling further away.
In roar of adrenaline another patch of barbed cactus appeared somewhere in the clearing in which the horses fought and the fires burned around them.
The smoke is chokingly heavy here so the king drops from the sky into a smoldering, ash-path where embers still glowered. Dragonfire was heavier, crueler than any earthen fire they had known – no forest fire compared to the scorch of what brewed in a dragon’s belly and so it was not so easily quenched.
The clamor of fighting reaches his ears and so the Nightwalker finds the group of three stallions and a motherfucking tiger beset on a metal-winged silver lioness that smelled of Prague’s familiar skin. He is on foot, talon-tipped wings clutched at his sides –black feathers burnt at his feet from the fire that reached as he made his way. Before he clears the line of ashed pine trees a pulse of light, blinding and physical reverberates through the Chamber – hushed and bright and powerful.
He is further away than the others so the tremor doesn’t shudder him as wildly as it possibly does the others. He knows it is Prague that takes the form of the lioness and can only assume the mare that comes to her aid is of Jungle blood as well, the other four were of fair game. Fucking little coward shits, mobbing one who stood alone – a mare nonetheless, never mind that she was an immortal magical ancient wholly capable of disintegrating them each on their own. Well, that is until she spawns several replicas of herself. He watches as she turns from snake to water,
At once two horses made of bedrock, as thick and red as the Deserts stones, were fed from the ground on either side of the king. They were identical to Vanquish in every way, down to the now crispy burnt feet feathers – except they were made of rock, desert rock.
One stone beast sets its aim on the tiger that prowled the line, claws wet with warm blood. The replica besets the cat front hooves failing, a soundless squeal emitting from its opened stone jaw as it tries to trample the feline after Prague’s attack. The second beast finds its direction on the nearest thing – the newly arriving Killdare with the little wishful dragon wings. The stone leviathan merely drops his head to his shoulder and aims at the stallion’s body – any part will do. The summoned creature was made to be crumbled, so why not turn it to dust it on the bones of the enemy? Besides – he had no true control over them once they were made, anyway he didn’t even bother to see if they met their marks. Their presence alone did enough.
Vanquish sends a wave of Desert sand towards the remaining bunch as the Percheron charges into the fray, rising back on scaled and taloned wings as he catches Warships eye – he was nothing so weak as to need an enemy’s back turned for his assault. He wanted them to be ready, they fucking needed to be.
He snarls a dragon’s growl as he drops to the ground, adding to the array of lion’s and tiger’s curdles of blood. His eyes are keen on the beast before him as a patch of cactus with long and fat barbs appeared beneath where Warships feet were and where Lupei lay. A sheet of cactus barbs moved to cover his chest and body as plate of desert rock materialized over his face and down his neck. He does not see Prague send the vine’s out to catch Warships feet as he rocks back on heavy haunches – striking out with his hooves at the stallion’s left shoulder and forearm with a heavy momentum. This was not his first war and was very far from his first battle, the king preferred to avoid the risk of entangling his legs in that of his opponents – they were such small and mobile targets anyway, so he rarely went for those. He would much rather aim for bigger chance of contact, a larger area. But doubts his hooves will make any contact if Prague’s vines make her mark and drag the Chamberling further away.
In roar of adrenaline another patch of barbed cactus appeared somewhere in the clearing in which the horses fought and the fires burned around them.
VANQUISH
dragon king of the deserts
ooc- i had to rewrite this like three times because you guys are so fast
Also; Van created two replicas of himself made of desert bedrock that are trying to attack Killdare and Ribcage. He himself is attacking Warship and he has rock armor on his face/neck with cactus barbs over the rest of his body. He's also summoned random patches of cactus in the fighting area so have fun with that