The Were-Dragon

Hey, good to see you. Who am I? Well my name is Draken, but you can call me Drake. Last name? Redundant, no one really needs to know that. I suppose I should tell you about what makes me different. I mean, you would find out anyway if you spent enough time around me, but what the hell? I have a unique...condition. Simply put, I am a Were-Dragon. That statement probably raises a lot of questions, not all of which I can answer here. I can change into a dragon almost at will, barring some situations. What am I up to? As of recently, I am on the run from the Supernatural Containment Foundation, or just SCF for short. I don't really have time to talk about them here. Anyway, it was nice meeting you, I hope we can get to know each other a bit better

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

Karma laughed a little at the exchange. It was the first time she had seen Eamon take interest in someone with out testing them at all. Draken on the other hand well the fact he could not put together a complete sentence made chuckle, for a kid who could turn into a dragon he was not very brave in the face of his kind. She rested on the back of her heel and watched knowing well enough that Eamon would not hurt the boy. Not with that look in his eye.

Eamon lifted his head and let out a bellowing laugh. The boy in front of him was a half-ling he could see it in his eyes, the dragon resting just behind them. The boy how ever seemed frightened of him and it was humorous. They were of the same kin after all. “Child I have seen your kind before. Long ago when I was just a fledgling just got my wings if I can remember correctly. Your kind and her’s use to fly together. Strongest of all 2 legged creatures I had ever seen, with your ability to change and hers to take what is not her. It was like a dragon when the two of them were together.” he would have kept going into his story if Karma’s tapping foot had not distracted him. “Eamon.” She huffed fanning her wings behind her. “That’s not what he asked.” “Oh right sorry.” the dragon chuckled turning back to the boy and laying his head down on the ground. After all the sand was soft and it took a lot of effort of hold it up. “Your kind young-ling are a born race. You do not get it from getting bitten or clawed like the wolves. Most likely it had been in your family genes for centuries and only now starting to come out with you. Why, I could not say but it is their so except it and work with it. I can not tell you much more though. It has been an very long time since I have seen one and when they were around. Well they annoyed me so I kept to my self. 

[captaindraken]

At this point Draken had gotten over the intimidating factor that Eamon possessed, and was instead looking avidly at the large dragon. There was something about his voice that made the young Were-Dragon want to just listen for hours. However, the elder dragon's words sparked something in his mind, causing him to break from his reverie. "So it comes from my ancestry...my folks have some explaining to do. If I can find them that is." He mumbled aloud to himself. He actually chuckled at the last part of Eamon's explanation. "Well I hope I do not annoy you, sir. Thank you very much for imparting your wisdom to me." He said, trying to convey as much respect as he could. 

Turning back to Karma, Draken raised an eyebrow. Before speaking he took a moment to admire her wings. They really were something, both beautiful and somewhat frightening. He knew he would want to know more about Flyers, but perhaps now was not quite the time. "So Miss reaper lady, what will you do now?"

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

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Mira snarled. There was a lot that she could stand, but being cut off? Oh no. These bastards were going down in the worse way she could think. And- Mira stumbled back as realization hit her. These people… they actually knew about her. They knew what she was and who she was. No one knows who she is! These people, whoever they were, they somehow had learned about her. The Fates had destroyed every record of her, or so she had thought. She scowled, this just got very serious.

Things rolled into action sooner than she thought. Bullets whizzed by the  two of them and she could hear more agents on their way. Shit. There was a lot of shit the Fates would put up with. They could care less about most of the trouble she caused, but this? If these agents didn’t kill her, The Fates would.

"It’s-" Mira stopped. Where Draken was a moment ago a massive dragon now filled the space. How in the hell did she miss that…? Eh, at least Were-Dragon made sense now. She could worry about her lack of attention later. For now there was the pressing matter of the bullets being loading in to her. It took a few well placed shots for Mira to be halted by guns but these ‘agents’ were good. The demigoddess stumbled back, this was more than enough. 

Mira pushed back, standing next to Draken as his voice filtered into her head. She grumbled. “Yeah well we’re gonna need a change of location if that’s gonna happen. I’ll be killed a million times over if I let this continue here. She dropped her gaze, letting guard down for a moment as she gathered her power. The action might not help her and Draken much, but it would get the mortals out of the way. 

"Passports out, boys." She muttered as she teleported them out of the city and in to a clear land, free of mortal life. Now, now it was time to fight. Mira pulled out her dagger, which was now glowing red with energy. There was an unfortunately large amount of agents that had been transported along with them, but such a thing could not have been avoided. 

In any other fight she would have given her challengers a moment to adjust to the new scenery, but she was a little too pissed off for that. The demigoddess charged forward, cutting through anything that moved too close to her. She wasn’t completely confident in her ability to get through this, but she such as Hades wasn’t going to go out without a fight.

[captaindraken]

Draken noticed the shift in the air as Mira began to gather power. He had no idea what she was doing, but it probably involved her needing to concentrate. Which meant he needed to distract the two agents...

One of the "disguised" agents leveled his pistol at the demi-goddess as her gaze dropped. With a squeeze of his finger he fired a shot. There was an audible thud and a ping as the bullet...ricocheted off of Draken's scaly hide. The Were-Dragon had leaped down to block the alleyway that Mira was still standing in, taking the bullet in the process. He raised his head and roared at the two agents, who stood unfazed by the deafening sound. Draken felt that something was about to happen...

From further down the street in both directions, soldiers thumped in unison. Whilst still agents, these troops took on the appearance of military soldiers. All in all there were about sixty men, thirty from each direction, coming at the two supernatural beings. They all toted automatic weapons, some even carried explosives. They had come prepared to deal with MIra; what they had not counted on was Draken...or the teleportation. The Were-Dragon had come into view, but the demi-goddess was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, causing some of the soldiers in the back to raise their hands to shield their eyes. When they could see clearly again they would notice that their comrades in front had disappeared!

Out in the clearing Draken needed a second to get his bearings. They appeared to be in a field of sorts. He noticed the edge of a forest in the distance, with mountains even further away. Now was not the time for sightseeing, however, as they were surrounded by foes. About twenty men, twenty two counting the two previous agents, had been transported with them. For the moment they were disoriented, but that would not last long. Mira had already capitalized on their confusion and was tearing into her foes. Draken decided that he should do the same.

With another roar that would be sure to shake anyone of fragile will, the red and black dragon unleashed a gout of flame upon the first lot of men in front of him. Skin, clothing, and weaponry alike burned, filling the air with a mixture of charcoaled smells and screams. The agents were oriented now for sure, and their weapons were soon let loose upon the two mythical warriors.

(Combat can progress however you like from here. You may take control of the agents you are fighting, hell if you want have em attack me, I will react. XD. Sorry for late response.)

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

Eamon had been hoping for Karma’s return. She was one of the few who could hold a decent conversation. His cave kept him entertained enough with the things he had taken and things he was given. But it was rare to have someone to come up and visit, especially a Flyer. But the young human she had brought well he was not expecting the young-ling to be with her. And the scent coming off of him was not something he had seen in a very long time. He slithered his head closer to the hatch-ling so he could look at him. “Half-ling are you not?” He questioned. 

[captaindraken]

Draken flinched a little as the dragon's head came closer to him. Was this how he looked to people when he was in his dragon form? Sure he could become a dragon, but he had never actually seen one. As a result, Eamon made him nervous. "U-um...I guess? To be honest sir, i'm not so sure exactly what I am. All I know is that I can transform into, well, a dragon. Like you. I have no idea what this entails, and I was hoping that perhaps you knew something about my...er..condition?" Draken glanced at Karma. She seemed perfectly calm. 

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

[slave-to-the-fates-deactivated2]

"Of course it’s an honor, but we can talk about how great I am later. For now I-" Mira stopped as the warnings against the two of them began to play out. Some disembodied voice echoed through the city, warning it’s people of them, calling them criminals. Mira scoffed. Hell, she was a lot of things, but a criminal. That was just mislabeling and quite rude. But she could yell at them for that later. For now it seemed like a small panic was forming out on the streets and that was not making things easy for her.

"You see, this is why I hate mortals and your stupid technology! A few thousand years ago, this would be impossible! And you people, you all believe something just because you see it on a screen! Do you know how utterly pathetic that is!? I swear I just-" 

BANG

Shit. Shit shit shit shit MOVE! Mira’s thoughts ran a half second faster than the bullet and she jumped up, trying to avoid the shot to her head. The rubber bullet lodged itself in her shoulder instead, but that was better than her forehead. There was pain running down through her arm, but it was manageable; nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. The pain didn’t upset her, the audacity of the shooter however… The demigoddess hissed, her head whipping around in search of the shooter. Did these idiots seriously think they could go against her!? Go against the child of the Fates!? 

Mira rose to her full height, carelessly wiping the blood from her shoulder. Her image wavered and puckered as she dropped her Glamour. These fools had just made this war and she only fought as herself. In her true form, Mira stood at a full six feet, her body draped in a pale purple toga. A gold belt was tied around her waist, holding up an arsenal of blades and short weapons. Her flame red hair was tied up around her head in an intricate bun, staying out of her face for convenience and to show off her battle scars. The demigoddess was downright covered and, while most of them did not have some heroic story behind them, no one else knew that. 

She stepped before Draken, grumbling as she glared at the agents in the street. “We can’t teleport now.” She muttered to him. “Too many loose pieces. Get ready for a fight.” She raised her voice.

"Okay. I’ll admit it, you’ve got my attention." Mira chuckled, tossing her arms out to the side and laughing. "Do you realize what that means, you pathetic human lot!? You’ve got the attention of a Goddess. A Goddess whom you just shot at and who is very upset over that." She narrowed her eyes, affecting her appearance so that a white glow formed around her arms, pulsing with an unknown energy. And, yeah, it didn’t do anything, it just looked cool and intimidating. "Now, because I am feeling so nice today, I shall give you five seconds. Apologize and leave. If not, I shall be forced to take action against you. Five. Four…"

[captaindraken]

(Oh i'm not fighting, lady. XD)

Draken was throughly impressed. The goddesses's reaction speed was greater than his own. He had heard the shot and had hardly had time to twitch, but she had straight up jumped to lower the impact point of the bullet. He was concerned for her well being for a second, but it quickly became apparent that she was more than fine. In fact, she was pissed off. A smirk snuck its way onto his face; he had an enraged goddess on his side. The smirk grew into a grin as she revealed her true form. Now she was as tall as him, but boy was she decked out. These agents had no idea how fucked they were, if they were smart they would be running for the hills...

Why were they leveling their guns at him?

The two agents before the pair of supernatural creatures had hardly blinked at Mira's transformation. One of them had spoke calmly into his radio, informing whatever chain of command they followed that the target had assumed her true form. Aside from that, they had not budged. One of them began to speak aloud. "The countdown won't be necessary, Mira." he addressed her by name. He shifted his eyes towards Draken. "I assume you are familiar with these?" He stated, tilting his strange looking gun to indicate he was talking about it. All Draken did was give a small nod. Those guns were specifically for dealing with draconic beings, they carried shells that exploded on contact, effectively injecting the target with Dragon's Blood, a kind of poison to dragons. It could knock a full grown dragon out, and at larger doses it was even fatal...

The agent continued. "In about five minutes you two will be completely surrounded. We have three full battalions inbound, and I can guarantee you that you wont make it out unless you come quietly. You have been a fool, Were-Dragon. We originally intended to only capture the Demi-Goddess, but you will be an excellent bonus."

Draken's eyes narrowed. Time for the trump card. "Thats nice Mr Agent guy, but how about this instead. You let us teleport outta here peacefully, and I wont turn into a huge rampaging dragon that you will have to cover up. Sound good?" He said with a smirk. "Plus there is my holy pissed off friend here. I don't think you know what you are dealing with."

The agents actually smiled, smiles that wiped Draken's off of his face. He immediately felt nervous. "My dear Were-Dragon." One of the two spoke out.

"We always know what we are dealing with; and we will cover up anything." 

Draken barely had time to duck behind a nearby dumpster before the agents pulled the triggers on their guns. The bullets whizzed by Mira and collided with a building on the far side of the street. The two agents immediately began backing off, each pulling out a second pistol respectively. These new pistols looked like regular guns, and this fact was proven when they were fired at Mira. 

"Alright FUCK this." Draken yelled. "Go nuts ma'am." He shouted at Mira. "God knows i'm about to." He muttered as his eyes changed. With a burst of speed Draken dashed out of opposite end of the alley. He quickly whipped his head left and right. He couldn't see anything yet, but there was a distinct sound coming from far off down the street. It sounded like marching. Turning around, Draken looked back into the alleyway. "Time to show off my tricks." He exclaimed. Then he jumped straight up. There was a flash as flames enveloped his body and propelled him upwards. The flames grew and expanded, taking on a larger shape. With an audible boom Draken landed atop the buildings that made up the alleyway, effectively straddling it. Black scales with a red tint over rippling muscles shone in the light. His body from snout to to tail was nearly eighteen feet. Red eyes glared down at the two agents. Giant bat-like wings stretched out, making him look even larger. The dragon reared back and then lunged his head forwards, letting loose a terrifying roar. 

MIra would hear a voice in her head while she fought. "Its about time we show these assholes what we're made of." Meanwhile, the two agents operated fluidly. While they looked a bit more flustered, they smoothly alternated between firing at the dragon and firing at Mira. "Where is that fucking backup?" One of them muttered.

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

She shook her head, hoping to what ever was out there that the dragon would be in a good mood today. She took Draken’s hand and lead him up towards the mouth of the cave. “Eamon!” She yelled spreading her wings and letting her power flow around her. “Eamon get up I know you are awake.” She called tapping her foot.

A rumble from the cave informing her of the dragons movement. A few seconds later a large head about 3 feet long, 2 wide came out looking at her with a sparkle in its eye. “Karma long time no see. What is a Flyer doing…” But the dragon did not finish once it saw the boy beside her. “And who is this?”

[captaindraken]

Draken followed Karma towards the cave, still looking around in slight wonder. The cave they arrived at was fairly big, and dark enough so that he could not see what lay within. He stood back as Karma stepped forward to call out, her wings splayed wide. They were really quite nice wings. She seemed so...casual. Like calling out a dragon was the most natural thing in the world for her. Which come to think of it, it probably was...

There was a brief pause and the sounds of something large moving caused Draken to tense up slightly. Now he was a little nervous; this was his first time meeting a dragon. When the head came out, Draken's mouth dropped slightly and his eyes grew wide. "Hoooly shit." he whispered to himself. Then the dragon spoke and Draken merely watched.

"Uh..u-um my name is Draken, sir. Drake for short. I-I have some questions that I was hoping you could answer..."

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

She chuckled at his jumbled mind. It had always humored her to see what happens to those who Split with her. He was an interesting one though most freak out and will not talk to her for days but this one, well this one just shook it off like it was nothing. She may just have to keep this one. Anyone who is willing to put up with the split like it was nothing was not one she was going to let go she needed a partner to help her with the dragons and this boy could do it. Well if he doesn’t get killed by them first that is. “Draken you need to remember this dragon loves to play. You have to be willing to play the same game no matter what the game.” She went up to him grabbing his chin to make him look at her. “Do you understand Draken?”

[captaindraken]

At this point Draken's mind was his own again, no longer subject to the fogginess that Karma's kiss had brought about. He was looking about as she talked, only really half listening. That is, until she grabbed his chin and forced him to properly hear her. "Huh wha? Yeah, right, play the game, no problem, I got it. Now come on, I really want to meet this dragon!" he exclaimed. It was true, he couldn't remember the last time he was this excited. He waited for Karma to lead the way.

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

[slave-to-the-fates-deactivated2]

"Ah right, intros, course." She motioned down to an empty ally, pulling the two of them down it. "My name is Mira. I am a demigoddess of dreams, created by the three Fates." She narrowed her eyes. "I am immortal and one of the Gods. Do you really think some silly human organization would go against us?"

Mira stopped, leaning up against the wall with a smirk. “I know you people have abandoned in your faith but if this group knows who we are then they should know not to even raise a finger against us.” She rambled on as she pooled up her energy so she could teleport them away. 

"If it makes you feel better than I can still get you out of here, but if these things really think they can go against me." Mira chuckled, stretching out and cracking her knuckles. "For the sake of my reputation I am going to have to prove them wrong. Do you have any names or descriptions so I know who to torture for years to come?"

[captaindraken]

"Pleasure to meet you Mir- did you say demigoddess?" Draken cut off mid sentence, his eyes going wide. Holy shit. This is some next level stuff that i'm dealing with he thought to himself. Does the Foundation really think they can go up against her? I mean, they must if they were tailing her like that. What is their plan...? "Uh...wow, its, er, an honor ma'am." he stammeringly exclaimed. "I have never met a goddess before, this is really cool...no wait, no time for that we gotta go. Ready to teleport us outta...here..." Draken's words slowed as he heard something from either end of the ally that they were in. It sounded like some kind of announcement...

Out on the streets, every from of televised media suddenly lit up with an alert. T.V's in stores and homes, people's phones, any electronic billboards, all of them showed either a written message or played a recording. "Attention citizens. This is not a drill. Two highly dangerous wanted criminals are roaming the streets at the moment. Please clear the streets immediately. Shots are about to fired. Repeat, this is not a drill..." At first the message was met with skepticism, but as more people noticed that it was happening all around them they began to be agitated. People began to move at a hurried pace, yet even then some refused to believe the message. 

Atop a building adjacent to where Draken and Mira were still standing, a long muzzle poked out over the edge of the roof. Through the sights, the intriguingly colored head of Mira could be seen. The sniper himself was well obscured. A totally black, military-esque outfit, complete with a helmet not at all unlike a splinter cell agent's served to hide the man's identity. He gazed down the scope, waiting. There was a crackling in his ear. "Targets appear to be attempting to teleport. Take the shot." His finger slowly eased the trigger inward, until...

BANG

A rubber bullet was ejected from the gun's chamber, traveling straight for Mira's head! It was not the intention of the Foundation to kill Mira, oh no; but they couldn't have her simply teleport the two away. The intention of the shot was to at least disrupt the teleportation process, at best to knock the goddess unconscious. Based on the intel, the sniper doubted that the latter would happen even if the shot connected squarely. 

Back in the ally, Draken looked left and right several times. "So much for subtlety, I have never seen them do this before."

BANG

Draken heard the shot being fired. So did the rest of the people in the streets. There was no silencer involved, the shot rang loud and clear. If there were any dissenters before they were gone now. People began to scream and run in all directions. From the direction that the tow had originally come from, the two agents stepped out of the crowd, drawing strange looking black pistols, with what appeared to be spikes along the barrel. The two aimed straight at Draken, ignoring Mira.

All of this happened pretty much simultaneously.

Shit

(That sniper shot absolutely does not have to hit, its completely up to you.)

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

[slave-to-the-fates-deactivated2]

Well this was new…Mira didn’t think there was still creatures that she didn’t know about but this.. Drake, had proven her wrong. She pushed the thought to the side, figuring that she could worry about that later. She rather doubted that some ‘Supernatural Research blah blah blah’ could possibly do anything to harm her, but this guy. The least she could do was entertain him. Not to mention he seemed rather panicked…

Mira took his arm again and headed down the street, looking for an empty area. “Okay, walking and talking, got it, just breath for me, eh?” She walked on, trying to get off the main streets and to something a little less city. “Okay, Drake, I can get us out of here but we need to get away from all the people. If I teleport now then they’ll all pop along with us. While we get off the streets ya wanna explain this a little more to me?” She tried to keep her voice normal, as if she could believe him. The more she thought about this, the more silly it had seemed. Was he really suggesting that some humans had managed to figure out about her people, find out about her, and then track her? Mira had to bite back a laugh. No, this was just silly. He must have the wrong person here, defiantly.  

[captaindraken]

She didn't believe him, that much was abundantly clear. Well if the Foundation was on top of their game today, she would believe soon enough. As the two made their way through the street, Draken was constantly scanning the road and rooftops around them. Any place where he could not freely change made him nervous. He felt powerless; but at the same time a thought had occurred to him. The SRRF did not just capture and research supernatural creatures; they also kept their existence a secret from the rest of the world. He felt himself calming down a little bit. He now had a trump card if all else failed. 

"Ah...alright. Teleporting. Awesome, sounds good." He muttered, still scanning as much of the surrounding area as he could. Where are the agents? Why haven't they made their move yet? He thought to himself. Looking at the girl walking alongside him, he realized he still hadn't asked about her yet. "So, who are you? I guess I should also ask, what are you?"

Meanwhile, several meters behind the pair, two men had joined the throng of people crowding the street. Devoid of their coats and dressed in regular clothing, the two could have been anyone, a regular person. One wore a dark leather jacket, the other a zip up hoody with the hood up. The one in the leather jacket was talking into his cellphone. "We believe we have successfully fallen under the target's radar. Commence the operation in three minutes. They will be in position soon."

(Sorry I didn't give you too much to work with in this post. I figured we should get intros out of the way before anything else happens.)

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

[slave-to-the-fates-deactivated2]

Boston had greeted Mira with a sunny afternoon and nothing to do. The demi-goddess hit the streets and had been wandering around all day. She had once again pissed off her creators to the point of being kicked out of Greece and the busy streets and constant noise helped. If things got too quiet she might actually be left to her thoughts and that was something rather dangerous.

Things had gone simple enough. She could pace around the city without a second glace from people and everyone in the big cities seemed to be wrapped up in their own little worlds. She didn’t have to concentrate on hiding her true form or aura as much as she would normally have to. Mira was just starting to really calm down again when a hand met her shoulder and some hu- no… not a human… some.. something started spitting out some story about someone following her. 

Mira grabbed on to the stranger and pulled him off to the side, caught between confused and irritated. “Okay okay okay, slow down and start with intros, please?” She tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out exactly what this kid was. “Who and what are you and what the hell are you rambling on about?”

[captaindraken]

Further down the street from Draken and Mira, the two agents halted their advance. One of them raised a hand to his ear and began speaking. "Target has been intercepted by an unknown part-" Suddenly the agent's partner placed his hand on the first agent's shoulder, while also pressing his hand against his ear. "New party identified as the Were-Dragon. We need to engage. Now. All squads, get into position." The second agent quietly, but forcefully commanded. The first agent's eyes widened underneath his hat. The Were-Dragon...in a city? This is a rare opportunity indeed...

Draken allowed himself to be pulled to the side, in fact it was an action that he supported in this situation. Despite the amount of people walking by the two, he doubted that anyone would be paying attention. He could tell that the girl was irritated, but he couldn't blame her. He had no doubt that he would be responding in a similar fashion if he were in her shoes; however he needed to get her someplace safe, or safer than the street with the two agents right down it. With an exasperated sigh, Draken looked the woman dead in the eyes. "My name is Draken, but call me Drake. I am a Were-Dragon, look see?" He muttered as his eyes flickered to red and slit pupil before returning to their green hue. "You probably don't know what that means, and I hope I don't have to show you...well here anyway. Look, the Supernatural Research and Restriction Foundation is on YOUR tail. Mine too actually, but I have done a pretty good job of evading them until...now actually." He explained, looking back down the street for the agents....who had disappeared. His eyes widened as he felt the panic adrenaline pump through his body. 

"Aw shit. Hey can we, like, walk and talk? That would be great." He requested, a slightly frantic edge in his voice. "I know I said I was here to help you but it would really suck if they got me too. Do you know a place we can go that is secure?

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

"We are going to fly." She smiled grabbing his neck pulling his face close to hers. "I just have to do something first." She smirk then kissed him allowing the power flow form her to him. It only lasted about 5 seconds but the amount she had to give him was almost half of the souls she had in her system and once they were out of harms way she was going to have to get more. Pulling away from him she looked him in the eyes and gave him a lopsided grin. "Now hold on." She spread her wings and let the power take over. Then the world became a blur to anyone put her eyes. Splitting was the only way that she knew, she could get him to the dragon in time and with out a trace. She stopped at the foot of the mountain and let go of Draken assuming that was a ride for him. Karma turned to him, "You ok?"

[captaindraken]

"Fly? Why did you have me turn back, I could jus-" Was all Draken managed to say before his lips were suddenly locked with Karma's. Stunned by this action and unsure of exactly what would happen to him if a Flyer kissed him, his first reflex was simply to freeze. Seconds past before Karma pulled away, smirking at him. She told him to hold on. He was vaguely aware of the question; hold on to what exactly? Then suddenly everything in his vision seemed to split vertically. The world blurred around him. Such a blurry day...then he was somewhere else. Still a little dazed from the kiss (surprisingly not the ride), Draken just gazed vacantly past the Flyer standing in front of him. When she asked if he was ok he blinked twice rapidly before looking at her. "Huh?"

From atop the distant building, the Agent's frown contorted into a grimace of rage. "No." He started speaking aloud to no one but himself. "No, no, no, don't you fucking...don't you dare. No. NO GODDAMNIT!" He shouted as he watched Draken and Karma suddenly disappear with some distorted effect. All but mashing his finger into his ear, the Agent hissed into his radio. "Targets have Split, I need all nearby units to sweep the area around this place. I'm..." He paused before his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I am returning to base." He announced with a sigh. We really need to figure out a way to track that.

Back at the mountain base, Draken had recovered from his stupor. Looking around, he quickly determined that he had no idea where the hell he was. "So...lets go meet the dragon? Lead the way lady." He asked Karma.

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

"Shhh." She caressed his neck trying to calm him down. "Someone shot you with dragon’s blood, its a poison to dragons. It made for a very hard to get to plant and only witches are aware of how to harvest it. Why they shot you I have no idea." She said looking him in the eye. "Draken, I need you to shift for me. I can not help you in this form." She needed him to understand to change. Karma felt eyes on her and knew the one that shot him was watching us. She needed him out of site in the wood somewhere she can take care of him. Then an idea hit her. The dragon! She needed to take him to the dragon.

[captaindraken]

Draken remained panicked while Karma caressed his neck and explained things to him. Dragons Blood? Witches? What was all this? He had never heard of such things before. He looked off towards the town, squinting at the buildings in the distance. Then his attention was snapped back towards the flyer. She looked him in the eye and told him to change back. There was a slight pause before he nodded, closing his eyes. He felt the fires sweep over his body once again, and in the next few moments he was human again. "Alright Karma, I'm human again. Whats up?"

Back in the town, the agent's mouth twitched into a frown. Placing his finger against his ear, the man spoke. "Target has returned to human form..." What are you two up to? He wondered...

[captaindraken]

Closed Starter for slave-to-the-fates

Upon the busy streets of Boston, two figures in dark trench coats walked side by side. Their faces were obscured by the wide brimmed hats that they wore. They moved almost in unison along the sidewalk, brushing past people while somehow managing to maintain their synchronized step. They were following someone; a woman as she too navigated the city. Of course they kept their distance, but they always managed to keep their prey in sight. Turn after turn, street after street, their observation continued. The stalkers themselves were uncertain if today really was the day that they captured a goddess. They were awaiting orders from their higher-ups. It would only be a matter of minutes before the decision was made for them. It was just a radio call away...

Draken strode along the sidewalk, determination punctuating his step. He had come to the city to hunt the hunters; they were after someone and he was committed to foiling their efforts. The Were-Dragon had spotted the two agents an hour ago, and he had been shadowing them ever since. now that he thought about it, they really were not hard to pick out of a crowd if you knew what to look for. Maybe they should change their tactics a little? In addition to keeping an eye on them, Draken had been constantly scanning the crowd ahead of them to determine just who it was they were following. Finally he believed he had narrowed it down. A woman, casually making her way through the city. Yes he was almost positive she was their target. The only question that remained was: why? Who was she, or better yet what was she?

He had to make his move soon, before the enemy did. He would get to her first, after that....well he hadn't figured that out yet. He would think of something. First things first though. Draken broke away from the crowd and made his way down an alleyway. He transitioned into a fast jog, managing to navigate his way back around to the same street he was just on, but this time ahead of the stalkers. He quickly located the girl amongst the sea of faces. Ok, be careful here. Try not to freak her out. He mentally commanded himself. 

Draken strode up alongside the woman from behind. Tapping her on the shoulder, Draken began to speak...a little fast. "Hey, I know this is a little sudden but I need to tell you something. See those guys way down there, in the trench coats? Yeah they are following you. We need to get you out of here." He tried to explain as quickly as possible. 

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

She felt the crash jar her body. She could here him breath but his claws were tight around her almost like a father holding a child. It took all of her strength to get the claws to let go of her. Once off of her she climbed to the head of the dragon and shook its snout. “Draken. Draken.” No response this was not good. Karma started to look around the beast till she saw what was wrong. “Shit! Not good not good.” She muttered sliding off the dragon so she could get a better look at the wound. She could clearly see the black ooze coming from the wound. “Dragon’s blood.” She said to herself unclipping the pouch on her hip and took out some herbs and started to mix them in the small bowl. Once ground and mixed she put them in a bottle of water and shook it. Once done she poured it on the wound and waited. Then slowly it started to heal. Breathing a sigh of relief she made her way back to the head and put it on her lap gently stroking it humming softly waiting for the creature to awaken.

[captaindraken]

From the top of the tallest building in the settlement that they had just been in, a figure gazed into a pair of binoculars. He wore a trench coat that obscured most of his body, and a wide brimmed hat that had the same effect on his face. Peering through the binoculars, the figure could see the shape of the Were-Dragon in the distance, and the frantic movements of the Reaper tending to his wound. How he wanted to just call in a chopper, blow the two of them away and be done with it. They had killed his partner and he wanted revenge. But no, those were not his orders. Bring back the Were-Dragon alive they said Only recorded one of its kind they said. Why not just kill it and be done with the whole thing? Oh but that wouldn't sit well with the lab boys, oh no. The figure reached up to his ear with a black gloved hand, where his radio rested. Pressing the button, the man spoke. "Target spotted, still in the company of the Reaper. Requesting that an Angelus be sent to my location to deal with her...what do you mean no? I tagged the Were-Dragon and its weak, now is our chance to-...Fine. Yes, I will continue to track them. Agent Breccan out."

Draken was adrift in his mind, floating in an abyss of darkness. A woman's voice sounded out around him, echoing in the chambers of his mind. She sounded upset, but he could not make out her words. Something was closing in around him. It felt like tentacles were seeping into his body, paralyzing him. Panic began to overtake him as the tendrils came closer and closer to his heart. Then suddenly there was a sharp, cold feeling coursing through his blood. The encroaching vines vanished and he felt himself returning to the light. 

The dragon's eyes snapped open, wide and confused. With a jerk he yanked his head sideways, growling as fear gripped him. He barely managed to avoid harming Karma in his sudden movements. She had been nursing his head, and his rapid retreat had put her at risk. "Where are we? What happened?" He exclaimed mentally, looking around.

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

  Karma felt the heat of fire coming towards she then was impacted by something large and growing fast. A crash was heard around her and the next thing she knew she was held against a warm scaled chest. “Draken let me go.” She growled trying to get out of his grip. Even if the dragons chest was comfortable she wanted to fly with him. The longer she was in his arms the calmer she became. Then it hit her, blood was dripping on her face. Looking up she saw the burn on his arm as he was starting to lose altitude. “Draken, DRAKEN.” She yelled trying to get his attention. “Draken you need to land something is wrong. You need to land so I can help.” Now she was worrying something was wrong very very wrong.

[captaindraken]

How...had he gotten so high so fast? The world around the Were-Dragon was becoming blurry, indistinct. He was vaguely aware of someone shouting something, and a dull pain in his shoulder. His thoughts were becoming hazy...what was he supposed to be doing? Something to do with the muscles in his back? Beating his wings?

The blurs that made up his surroundings changed, began to become sharper. Something cool was blowing against his face....the wind? Then the ground was hurtling towards him. Was he still holding that girl? Was there still time to let go? No...but there was time to turn.

The red and black dragon suddenly twisted in the air so that his back was towards the ground. Then with a booming thud he was reunited with the earth. Carving out a dragon sized ditch in the dirt, Draken eventually came to a stop next to a large tree. It appeared that he had made brought the two of them to the outskirts of whatever settlement they had just been in. Consciousness was becoming a luxury for Draken, and he had no idea what had happened to Karma during the fall. He hoped she was alright, he hated feeling guilty. 

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

She was still raging, the soul inside of her was running through her veins like heroin. She eyes were shifting across the room. The light was blinding to the point it stunned her. Her body was shaking wanting to get rid of the energy running through her, she had consumed the soul to finish that guy off. It wanted to released and she had only one way to control it and that was sitting on the table, her cards. “You have 5 seconds to get out of her before I lose it.” She hissed her wings unfolding and her nails elongating. 

She didn’t even look around to see if he had left. She felt the power seep through her, causing her eyes to shine silver. “Shit shit shit.” she muttered as she started to loose control complete control. She started  destroy everything around her form the chairs to the windows nothing was safe and still she could not calm her self down.

[captaindraken]

(I'm going off of what we talked about earlier, ergo there will be a small amount of god modding. If you are not ok with any of it, feel free to reject it in your response)

Draken was still kneeling down, clutching his shoulder when he heard Karma begin to lose it. Apparently consuming that guy's soul had set her off and she was rapidly becoming unstable. Draken backed off slightly, maintaining a grip on his wound. It burned like he couldn't believe, but there was a more pressing matter at hand. Karma was completely trashing the diner and making quite a bit of noise while she did it. Draken's mind was racing, what should he do? His new friend had taken on quite the ferocious appearance, and even the Were-Dragon was a little intimidated by her rage. Nonetheless, he had to do something or there would be quite a bit of attention drawn to them. 

Panic began to set in as no immediate solution became apparent. The diner was almost completely ruined and Karma showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. What should I do what should I do what should I...

His body just moved, all on its own. Suddenly he was sprinting towards the raging Reaper. Then he was hurtling through the air, flames erupting across his body. His rapidly growing form impacted Karma's, sending them both smashing through the large window that lined the wall of the diner. Before the burning bundle could hit the ground, out from the fire exploded Draken, now in dragon form, wings beating hard and Karma clutched close to his body. The two rose into the sky, quickly out of sight of anyone on the ground. In those moments Draken noticed that there was a patch of inflamed tissue on his right arm. It was the wound he had received, and it had carried over into his dragon form.

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

Karma watched as Draken stood up and spoke. His words fell to deaf ears as she heard the click of a gun behind her and a gun shot rang out. Her next actions came with pure instinct, her wings ripped through the shirt, claws coming to full length and her eyes blazing gold. Spinning around she shoved her hand into the chest of the first gunner. She didn’t think twice about ripping the soul out of him making it scream in pain. “Ana tha tannatsic lathen.” She whispered and pulled the soul into her.

She felt the power course through her. She turned to Draken and smiled know very well she looked more sinister than she will ever again. She was threatened and just consumed a soul and now there was no stopping her. “Get them out of here. All of the pedestrians.” She turned back to the last trench coat and flexed her claws, eyes sliver and pulsing with energy. “I’m going to have fun with this one.”

[captaindraken]

Draken's eyes widened as Karma dispatched one of the men almost immediately. Damn i'm glad she is on my side he thought to himself as he gazed at her from his crouched position. At this point he noticed that all the civilians had cleared out of the place on their own. His brow furrowed as he glanced about rapidly, slit pupil eyes scanning the diner. Everyone was just...gone. No one on the street either. Something was wrong, there was no way these people could have cleared out of here so fast with so little uproar. It was almost like they had expected to be leaving at just the right time...

Draken intended to join the fight, bull rush the last man standing and take him down alongside Karma. However, the last man had plans of his own. His hand had flown to his ear, presumably where an earpiece rested. He was mumbling, but the enhanced senses that both he and Karma possessed would likely pick up the stranger's words. 

"Target located, but he has a Reaper with him and she appears to on his side. Rick is KIA. Target was hit in the shoulder. Retreating now."

With those words the man reached into his coat and pulled out what appeared to be a small black cube. With a swift motion he crushed the cube in his hand, balling it up into a fist. From between his fingers a light began to shine. Then with one rapid motion the coated man held his palm outward and open towards Karma. The light grew to an incredible intensity, and Draken had to shield his eyes. When the light subsided, the man was gone. Draken blinked, spots still dotting his line of sight. 

"That...was..I'm sorry, I don't really know what that was. They seemed to know me an-ARGH." Draken's speech was cut off by a searing pain in his shoulder. The adrenaline had worn off and his wound had made itself known. Clutching at his right shoulder, Draken winced. Slowly taking his hand off the injury, he saw what appeared to be...burnt flesh? Whatever had been fired out of the gun had not been bullets, that was for sure. He didn't know what to make of this, and he looked at Karma in confusion.

[judgethesoul]

Starter For CaptainDraken

[judgethesoul]

She noticed his change in attitude, he eye movements became rapid and his body became slightly ridged. Something was up so she listen to him but kept her claws just at the edge of her fingers. “His name is Aodhan. He’s a sarcastic little fuck, but he’s smart one of the dragons I trust to remember what he is talking about. Most dragons forget what has happened, time seems non-existent to them. They sleep for centuries, then stay awake for years after. To them time does not matter.” She lost focus a little as she explained it remembering when it happened to her till she meet Aodhan. He made her figure out what was important. What to remember. “He remembers what he needs to, and he will tell you all you need to know but..” She didn’t finish because she heard foot steps stop behind her.  

[captaindraken]

"Aodhan..." he echoed the name, drifting into thought. From what she was telling him, it seemed that full blown dragons were quite different from himself. He felt no inclination to sleep for long periods of time, and time itself was very real for him. He supposed that his questions would be answered in time...

It was at that moment that Karma cut herself off. Draken's fears had been realized, the two men in coats had stood up from their table and had made their way towards the two supernatural beings. They walked with determination and Draken could feel their eyes burning into his head. He sighed. Things were likely to get messy very fast. Luckily they were approaching from behind his new friend, giving him an idea. 

"Say Karma, this meal is nice and all, but I think perhaps we should get going. I hope you have cash." He stated, standing up from the table. Not a moment after he stood up, one of the men reached into his coat and pulled out an odd looking pistol. It was completely black, with an ornate design along the barrel and grip. It appeared to have short swept spikes lining the top of the barrel. He pointed this weapon at Draken's chest and fired.

Immediately his eyes changed and he jerked to the side, but just a bit too slow. The projectile impacted his shoulder and he let out a cry of pain and anger. Adrenaline numbing the pain, Draken dashed towards the counter of the diner, leaping over it to take cover as more shots were fired by both men. He was not abandoning Karma, he merely hoped to draw their fire towards him while she attempted to deal with their new foes.