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@legendofflight
Happy New Year!
((While not exactly at midnight, I want to wish everyone a happy and productive new year.))
psa; It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get to a thread. Even if the thread has been dead for 6 months and you get a muse for it today, I will still be more than willing to carry on doing it with you.
A Colloquy Between the Crimson King and the Ebony Queen (LegendofFlight)
Such a voice! Powerful, authoritative, and dominant: it suited the crimson clad gentleman well as he gave his battle-boast. It was a tribute to their pinnacle status of apex predators, of two worthy...
Her head was tilted in a downward direction to accentuate her immaculate, elongated tiara of crowns as she looked onward towards her conversational partner, her eyes of piercing, ancient amber hue staring on with increased and sharpened interest. Though hideous in the eyes of Man and other simpletons, what with grotesque fangs spouting forth from her hinged maw and sheer size that rivaled males of her age, the monarch maintained that she not only embodied the lust for conquest, but also the beauty that accompanied domination: the simplistic, yet gorgeous aura that cloaked war heroes and conquering warlords, The riches and jewels that came from plundering the armories and banks of a virgin nation.
No wonder why greed had caused her to sit upon her precious trove and horde it like a child and chocolate - to melt down the precious trophies that she carved forth from the charred remains of fallen hunters unto her scaled flesh. She believed herself beautiful, both in physical and mental means, and that beauty came from her desire to establish a dynasty through conquest. To conquer was to survive, for each day was a battle ripped forth from Life's teeth. It was an uphill, victorious battle that always resulted in defeat, for the war persevered and pressed on like an ox driven forward by the stinging lash of a whip. Such delicate caresses of that scourge made of biting leather were enough to drive even the most hardened veteran to surrender after years of turmoil and constant bombardment, but some had better determination to survive than others.
It was common amongst beasts, and men, to survive solely for the purpose of pushing forward the next generation, but only the truly advanced specimens were capable of recognizing their plight and searching to build themselves a legend and legacy. The Legend of Flight's legacy was to slaughter and impose her will upon those who had not realized their predetermined battle, to decree herself sovereign over the minds and hearts of animal and Man.
It was a task and ambition laced within her DNA.
"The jewels of war and splendor of dazzling riches torn from their motherlands," she would begin, "pale in comparison to the riches that come from owning the land itself. The psychology of creating an environment in which a dependency is created upon the monarch is in itself worthy of the time spent nurturing that seed. If one can create an empire that throws itself in harm's way in times of crisis or a kingdom that willingly bestows its riches upon its ruler, simply by crushing its opposition and breaking its spirit long ago, then one's ultimate goal is completed."
"Rip away a nation's culture, its heritage and its history, through consuming fire and it has nothing. Pure pandemonium. Pure chaos. Nature itself will search for a backbone to support itself, and thrust itself upon the only stable thing in existence: the conqueror. Legends will grow, culture will be reborn, and armies will rise - but all within the confines established by the new emperor. Subjugation will make dumb the population and confuse its identity, leaving it ripe and ample for a stronger mind to insert itself and create a hive mentality. Soon, the conqueror, who had been despised and hated, will be revered as a god, who will be beloved and worshiped by a blinded, brainwashed race."
"It is this beauty of conquest, this sole truth, that drives me towards it with open arms. I embrace it for this reason - I desire to rule the realm of Men and put humans in their rightful place beneath my heel."
The mere mention of another being simply known as "The Ancestor" intrigued her. Something that had been alive that long had eluded her knowledge? Impossible. "No," she would reply, "such an entity is beyond my realm of acquaintances."
(Did you perhaps want to RP?)
((I'd be delighted to!))
The dull grey walls of her citadel were darkened and made dreary by the red, swirling skies above, as if a wet paintbrush had colored them in watery, smearing hues. The descent and retirement of the sun was noticeable as its fading lights of shimmering gold and bursting orange twinkled sadly in the far horizon as darkness slowly ate away at the original clarity of the scene, leaving a precipitate of murky black. With matching grey clouds, the castle walls and towers seemed to slump over in depression as they determined it to be yet another day without their queen and owner.
Yet, in the grand, painting-worthy scene that developed within the heavens about the muted palace, came a rather large, black dot. This splotch, an imperfection in an otherwise breathtaking scenario, grew rapidly in size as it apparently rushed towards the structure at a high rate of speed. Slithering through the skies like a snake with wings came she: Her Majesty, The Legend of Flight, The Ebony Queen.
The Lilith incarnate Tanit, spawn of the great Fatalis Baal and his mistress Naamah.
Her recent rectification of a blemish within an otherwise perfect, monster-ruled territory had proved conquest in a multitude of fashions as an inferior had stepped forward towards the Lilin in an attempt to usurp her ensnared, twisted clutch upon the land surrounding the vastness of her palace. Like a tyrant, she had squelched the coup before any defining damage had been placed upon her and prior to any form of her pride falling victim to the scourge of shame and humiliation. Swift planning and cunning common to her species had resulted in a rather flawless victory, and a renewed vitality in her hubris that spawned from the decimation of both a human settlement and an unworthy opponent.
The Empress had taken it upon herself to return to the capital city of her rapidly expanding lands in order to allow digestion to fully occur of the chosen few who had been devoured. Her massive mouth had claimed their pitiful lives in one, swift lunge, for they had been swallowed whole. Like how darkness engulfed and eradicated the light, she had been swift and ruthless in the liberation from their physical forms, ripped forth from the realm of the living and thrust into the afterlife without any recognition as to the transition.
Her arrival to her citadel would not go unnoticed by the wind and stone, for all seemed to stand at attention as soon as the queen arrived. She landed with ginger, delicacy, her feet pounding lightly against the uneven cobblestone as she promptly adjusted her body posture and realigned her stature. Even within the walls of her citadel, the very place in which one might imagine she would relax, there was no time to be seen as unpresentable. The dragon's neck arced in a hook-form, and she walked with an extended gait towards her throne of chilled rubble. A lonely wind blew, carrying with it the promise of hunters and retaliation on part of the humans. It was her hope that the Lagiacrus had been right in that prediction: the skeletons needed some new acquaintances.
Audra stumbled backwards as she felt the ground beneath her shift and crack, and as it began to superheat. She opened her eyes to see what was happening. The ground in front of her was cut deeply, the edges still glowing. She looked up and cursed.
The Fatalis still flew high in the sky, raining hell down towards her. Audra berated herself for her stupidity. She had forgotten that many Elder Dragons, especially Fatalis, were immune to flash bombs. She had presumed the Fatalis was akin to Alatreon and therefore vulnerable to flash bombs and similar attacks.
Now she was forced to retreat as the Fatalis repeatedly unleashed a bar of pure white fire. The beam sliced through the ground and caused it to grow hotter and hotter. Audra cast her mind about desperately for a way to get out of this situation as she gave more and more ground. And then she felt her foot touch not rock or ground but wooden planks.
She felt her mind calm as she realized where she was. As much as she hated to do this, she had no choice. The Fatalis had shown she was not going to fight fair and Audra had no wish to become charbroiled Lagaicrus.
She glared up at the Fatalis. “I’m not done yet, Queen of Death and Ruin! I’m just not so willing to become your next meal. There’s one thing about Moga Village I don’t think you were quite aware of. It was built on the site of the previous Moga Village, but only part of it lies on land. The rest of it is built on floating platforms. I’m honestly surprised most of it hasn’t burned away yet. But that doesn’t matter. What does is that it provides me a way out of this hell hole.”
Audra proceeded to suit actions to words. She gathered all of her lightning , concentrating it in her mouth. Lightning crackled along her jaw and teeth, as it seemed as if her mouth was glowing an intense blue. Finally she blasted the lightning straight down at the planks under her feet.
The boards and lightning exploded outwards, creating a massive cloud of dust and electricity, hiding anything within it from sight. When the dust cleared, all that was there was a jagged hole leading straight to the water below. Of Audra, there was no sign.
Hot soil was something always unpleasant for those with vulnerabilities to the sacred element of fire. It acted like an attacking adder: stinging and biting at the heels of its victim. The sizzling sound audible above the production of combusting gas into a column of dazzling fire even seemed to mimic the hiss of a venomous snake. For once, it would appear that the other had run out of miracles to save her from almost certain decimation, to relieve her from the pinned duty of being effaced from existence and turned into nothing more than ash and cinder.
It appeared that the female had just bestowed a new title upon the elder dragon, one worthy of her recognition. A snarling smile curled its way about her lower jaw as she felt her way closer to the ground, the air becoming charged with electricity and fire as it rolled into one, energy-laced concoction. Her crown of gnarled, elongated horns framed the burning sky in absolute perfection, her chin dipped towards her opponent as a chilling laugh was produced.
How shameful for a challenger to forfeit!
"Look at you," growled the queen with inflated confidence, "fleeing like the prey animal you are. You bow before me through forfeit, you submit to my will through being routed! I remain victorious, just as it has been foretold through the very evolution of our two kinds. The split that occurred eons ago between our species determined that one must rule over the other, and here I stand to uphold that crucial part. You fall beneath my foot through retreat, and abandon your folk."
What wooden planks would have remained would have been brittle and easily broken, undoubtedly why there was great ease in breaking them apart for a swift getaway. All the monarch had to confirm her retreat would be the sound of sloshing water as a heavy object plopped into it. At that moment, her victory felt unfulfilled: she had no blood to drink, no meat to eat! All that lingered here were the seared corpses of those unfortunate to escape. A snarl warbled in her throat as she surveyed her destruction.
"And look at you," she proceeded, with a voice of a dissatisfied god, "defeated and left pinned with nowhere to go but down into Tartarus with the rest of your folk. Such a gracious and disgraceful opponent you have proven yourself to be, when you bless me with a title that would send chills down the spine of those who hear it! Flee like the rat you are. You have proven yourself unworthy of being my meal and of my memory. Lost to the churning sea, to cry to your mother of your defeat. I depart from this place having filled but a portion of my zeal."
The queen promptly ascended into the heavens with rapid, powerful beats of her wings, unleashing a howling, enraged roar to proclaim her victory over this small place. Where would she head next?
Unknown.
Audra had ignored the explosions nearby caused by the Fatalis. They had not been close enough to injure her directly and any debris they had tossed in her direction had been minor, bouncing off her scales so lightly she barely even noticed.
She watched as the bolts of lightning struck the dragon, but her eyes opened in amazement as she saw the attack had done nothing more than enrage the creature. An attack of that magnitude would have been enough to lay low a Devijho. Still, it was to be expected that a Fatalis could withstand it.
Audra was forced to get over her amazement though, as she dodged and weaves to avoid the oncoming fireballs. Several times she almost ran into the wall of flames and just barely managed to avoid getting burned. Finally a lull in the onslaught of fire presented itself, giving Audra a chance to rest momentarily and gather her thoughts in an attempt to decide on her next course of action.
Overhead the Fatalis still flew through the air, winding back and forth in a serpentine fashion. On the ground, Moga Village still burned, if not as intensely as before.
Audra was at a loss as to what she should do next. She had tried attacking with just about all of the power she had, but had not caused much in the way of damage. She wished Raiden was here. He might not be able to control lightning as much as her, but he did tend to have a lot of surprises waiting for his opponents. Not to mention the fact that his large size gave him a considerable advantage in raw brute strength and in the levels of electricity he could generate.
But now was not the time for wishful thinking. Raiden wasn’t here, she was. So she had to figure out a way to resolve this. But if only the Elder Dragon would land. Most of her ability with lightning had to do with fighting opponents up close, not striking at foes in the sky. And there weren’t any other monsters with the lightning element that she had seen fighting before, just Zinogres, a short encounter with a Rajang, and the annoying Crimson Queropeco. But all the Queropeco subspecies ever did with lightning was to zap hunters by smashing them with its wingtip and using them to…that was it!
"Look at you up there," she called out to the Fatalis, trying to draw its attention. "wriggling about in the sky like a lowly snake with wings. Still, perhaps that is an apt description of you. The giant winged snake, who attacks with underhanded methods and thinks itself a monarch."
As she spoke, Audra let her spikes begin glowing brightly once again, but this time she made the electrical current begin fluctuating wildly, her spikes beginning to spark. Finally she found the proper method and let loose the lightning in not a bolt of lightning or with an eruption of power, but with a blinding flash of light. The light burst forth brighter and more blinding than any flash bomb hunters used and the Queropeco’s own flash paled in comparison. Moga Village faded away into a world of white, the flash expanding to cover the entire village. Even Audra, who had closed her eyes as she had unleashed her attack, saw her eyelids turn red from the intensity of the light.
The booms and pops of heavy, gas-laced fireballs were audible to even the monarch over the howling of the wind and the crackle of the sky. It was amusing to observe how such a proximity to a very explosive attacks akin to napalm drops how done little to deter her opponent! Whether it be such foolishness of blind desperation, or the very slim chance of victory - similar in chance to obtaining a winning lottery ticket - the water dweller did not cease in her attack and transformation. One way or another, such a distraction did not occur as she had intended, and lightning surged towards her hulking form.
The lightning strike's impact upon her metal covered hide was exceedingly distinct; not only did it come with its own screech and roar of rage, it came with a clanging and booming noise. She had done her best to coil and to writhe about in a sudden interruption to her sprite-like dance, but still the monarch would feel the electricity surged just above her body in an intoxicating fashion. To have such power surge throughout one's body - oh what a thought! A living, breathing element that birthed fire and destruction solely was something that would have aided the Fatalis greatly in her day-to-day life. To breathe crackling, stinging lightning towards an opponent and watch as they cooked from the inside out...
Such a notion was sickeningly sweet in thought.
This elemental attunement was wasted on this Lagiacrus, who could of had such potential in the realm of bringing doom unto mankind. With such a gift blessed solely to the vaporous atmosphere and clouds, one could consider it a gift from the heavens: a blessing of awe-inspiring power to send one's power surging forth from one's mouth in a dazzling, dance streaks of electricity!
A waste indeed.
Once more, the Fatalis would not allow her opponent to have a moment to herself, for that would be foolish by all accounts. Certainly there had been a lull and pause in her onslaught in order to investigate and scent the air for the smell of cooked lizard; but, identifying none, she would continue. The queen's molten breath burst forth from her drool-ridden jowls as she ignited her sulfur-laced air. Another series of fireballs would pound against the earth, aimed directly at the Lagiacrus in an attempt to push her closer and closer to the living walls of fire. To make her opponent dance for her amusement, to make her evade in a rehearsed fashion - just as she had done for hunters past.
The moment she heard the Lagiacrus's voice and witnessed the beginning of an ebbing light source, the dragon would pursue. Spirals of fire, dancing from the heavens like rain, would attempt once more to interrupt this apparent channel ability and cease its movement. Spinning like maple seeds unto the decimated ground, igniting anything that happened to touch them in orange and red flame, these would prove a wise choice in attempting to make her opponent move and provide good interference.
Yet, should no such interruption occur, that dazing sphere of white light would burst outwards in a rapidly moving orb that engulfed the battle arena. Perhaps such an attack, a mere imitation that bested the original for some reason, would have worked on a much simpler opponent. A problem resided in such logic that left the Lagiacrus amusingly open for attack.
Fatalises were impervious to flashes.
She had learned this upon her first hunter encounter, in which the poor sod had thrown a multitude of hand-bombs at her face, only to see the gases lick her scaled hide with no other visible effect. It had been beyond her knowledge that her species had been invulnerable to such effects up until that moment, and ever since, such a line of thinking involved strategies around that obvious ploy.
In that white-light battlefield, the queen would unleash Hades upon her opponent in full force. A jet of blazing, blinding white fire would be slice its way into the arena, searing anything that touched it. The jet's tips would furl and coil as it rebounded off the earth, superheating the ground and putting further pressure upon the Lagiacrus. Such an unfortunate vulnerability to fire. The match was won before it had even begun.
((Sorry if this is the second or third reblog of this you’ve gotten. Tumblr keeps on eating my replies and I don’t know whether or not you’ve gotten this yet.))
Audra snarled as the Fatalis’ trap was sprung, realizing the extent of her folly. She watched the Elder Dragon launch two large fireballs, sending them hurtling straight at her. She knew if those hit her, she would be at the very least crippled or incapacitated, but more likely dead.
Reacting quickly, Audra fired two orbs of lightning in return. But not at the Black Dragon. No, instead the spheres of crackling energy flew directly at the incoming fireballs.
Lightning and fire met in a violent clash, the two opposing elements exploding outwards as neither was able to repel the other. Sparks and small embers floated down around Audra.
She sighed. “Why is it that Elder Dragons, those among us who are supposed to adhere to honor the most, are so frequently the ones who have abandoned it the most?” She looked up at where the Fatalis was still hovering. “You were right about the younger generation needing to challenge the older generation. That is the way of life, and nothing would change without it. But you were wrong about one thing. I did not enter this fight because I thought myself your equal or able to best you. No, I did so to protect those innocent humans from your slaughter and to ensure this island does not fall under your rule.”
"But enough speeches. I was the one who set this in motion and I intend be the one who stops it. And I don’t plan on dying while doing so."
Audra’s eyes began glowing a deep, vibrant red, and her dermal spikes began glowing intensely as she summoned as much lightning as she could, her shell shockers working overtime. Soon it looked as if there was a miniature sun contained within her spikes, and the very air seemed to crackle from all of the barely contained electricity. She grinned up at the Black Dragon.
"Funny thing about Lagiacrus. We are all born with the ability to create and control lightning. But every now and then, one of us is born who has an extraordinary amount of control over the element. The rare individuals can manipulate lightning to a degree far greater than what normal Lagiacrus can. What’s more, they are even able to mimic the attacks of other monsters possessing the lightning element. Like a Zinogre for example."
Audra roared, unleashing all of the pent up lightning. The volatile element surged upwards, coalescing above the Legend of Flight. With a deafening crash of thunder, it surged downward in the form of massive bolts of lightning. The lightning bolts raced towards the Fatalis, drawn by the large amounts of metal she had melted onto her hide, inadvertently turning herself into a giant lightning rod.
What would suffice in spewing forth her rage in two fireballs? Nay, if the Lagiacrus had counted correctly, there would be multiple careening towards her general direction. The two she deflected with her own bursts of electricity would sparkle and crackle in the atmosphere above the decimated village like dazzling fireworks, but the same could not be said for the others that were not seemingly intercepted. The fast-moving infernos left streaks like comets as they sliced through the thin air and burst like plump water balloons as they made contact with the ground. Whether or not this female was affected by this series of explosions was debatable within reason. They had occurred in such close proximity to the dwarfed creature that certainly it would be without logical doubt that such damage and searing would ensue; however, exceptions had evidently been made in the past.
A dazzling display of aerial maneuvers and snaking motions would be made by the behemoth as she continued her ancient war dance, the sky lit ablaze by the raging walls of fire and smoldering ruins. She was content in her carnage, pleased in her devastation in this village - it would undoubtedly serve as a reminder to those pesky humans to not interfere within the borders of a goddess. Certainly some had been routed forth from their homes and driven out, and from that few would be those who would rise forth and attempt to purge the monarch from her ancient throne in Schrade. Yet they would rise and fall, just as others had.
Just as this village had.
Rebirth would undoubtedly bear this settlement in another location should the humans prove wise in their rebuilding plans, for this barbaric pillaging had left it cleanly leveled upon the superheated ground. Where ash and cinders fell, new life would blossom and spring into being. How humorous that death would melt into life!
The dragon would not allow the Lagiacrus to finish her transformation, for it would be foolish of her to stand idle and allow it to ensue. More fire, produced from the foul gasses that lay dormant within her body, would be expelled unto her target with the hopes of either proving as a distraction or interruption for such a blatant flaunt of her power. The monarch cared not for whether these blasts smothered her opponent's light, nor whether they would inflict as brutal a pain as the walls of fire would; however, contact with these streaking orbs would prove devastating in their collateral damage.
A pain that would linger and sting upon contact with water and air.
A pain that could not be soothed so easily.
It was within the queen's knowledge of such transformations that concentration was a necessity. Making her opponent dance in an attempt to evade these three spheres of flame within her ring of fire would obviously deny her such a requirement.
Yet, there remained the off chance that such a transformation would ensue and that the crackling of the clouds in the heavens would notify the large dancing snake of impending strike. Lightning rods acted in a fashion that dissipated the damage caused by such bursts of electricity, hence why they were placed on top of roofs and houses. Instead of the house taking the full extent of damage, the rod would defuse the surge of energy into either a designated area or out in waves into the surrounding atmosphere. It was not as if such a grandeur display was evadable - how could one elude something that happened so quickly that one could miss it in a blink? - but there were precautions that could be performed by a beast of her size to prevent the searing of her insides.
Namely, it was her size.
The crack and boom of lightning would be enough to alert her to being struck by a power that was evidently not defined prior. A stinging, burning sensation would be experienced as she coiled inward, a screech of rage given as she felt the metal conduct the electricity throughout her body in an even fashion. With no clear circuit, it would evidently linger and ebb away as her own electrons connected and traded with the atmosphere's. Though evidently hurt, the dragon was not to be cast aside as unworthy of fighting - in fact, she was enraged. Repeated balls of fire would pepper the ground in retaliation.
Audra eyed the flames warily but stepped into the arena of fire created by the Black Dragon. She had issued the challenge and now she would follow through with it.
"You claim to be superior to all others, both in battle and in mere existence. You brag of how your hide is covered in the melted metal of your opponents and that you lay upon mountains of ill begotten treasure and feed fallen champions to lowly scavengers." Audra said in reply to the Legend of Flight’s claims.
She snorted. “Really, such boasts are unbecoming for a female, especially for a queen. What’s more, they do nothing more than show the extent of your vanity and arrogance. You assume that since all other challengers have failed to defeat you, none will ever come forth who has the power and strength of will to slay you. For every hero that falls to your fire and talons, another one rides forth in challenge. And for every warrior that fails to defeat you but manages to escape with their life, your notoriety grows an the more the hunters and champions of the humans learn about how to defeat you. Eventually, you will find yourself facing a foe which you cannot defeat and the you will realize the extent of your folly.”
"You are more powerful than all other monsters and our queen? Than why do others still challenge you? Why do beings more powerful than you exist? Your power and supposed divine right to rule are nothing but a dogma, doomed to collapse before the presence of reality."
"You are nothing but a fool suffering from illusions of grandeur. You do not bring peace or prosperity. No, you bring nothing but death and destruction and actually encourage your "subjects" to rise up against you so that you have an excuse to cause more death."
"So come now Fatalis. I have followed through with my challenge and await you here in this hellish arena you have created. Show me that you will also hold to your word and land, so that we may face each other on more equal footing."
The consuming, incinerating flames would spew forth into tall walls as soon as the Lagiacrus's tail had cleared its hearth, allowing for a closed off arena. The smoldering ruins of Moga Village produced a smell of charred flesh and wood - such pleasantries to a brutal tyrant such as herself. Within the heavens, the monarch successfully had persuaded the female to step into her pit and proceed so honorably that the Fatalis was forced to consider her a diminutive, but well-mannered serf. The atmosphere within the arena would have been arid and exceedingly hot - simply unbearable to a creature vulnerable or not used to such uncomfortable climates. Any water droplets upon a wet person would have experienced flash evaporation, with an memory or knowledge of such an event occurring with a mere hissing sizzle. This was the monarch's domain: Tartarus for those who knew not how to handle such situations and Elysium for her and her kind. The swirling inferno captured the essence of the destructive power that lingered just beneath the surface of a Fatalis's being: sheer wrath fell upon those who brought themselves up in an attempt to conquer and prevail. Warriors, berserkers, armies: all had fallen before her piercing gaze and had been cast into her hellfire. She was the epitome of supremacy, the antithesis and archenemy of defeat and submission. Conquest fueled her engine of cataclysm, spurring her on towards the greatness that awaited their kind in the after life. Yet such a bountiful, inflated reward was to be eons and eons away, for Death itself feared to turn itself upon her. The ages had left her growing stronger and faster, the centuries had left her crown of protruding horns splintered and elongated, and now this tyrant was to be challenged. Lightning was sharp and painful, but dissipated so smoothly across her metal-laced hide. What rules and pros were there for this land dweller, who could only rely upon the safe haven of water to shield her from such devastating blows of licking flame and spear-sharp talons? Nothing. Not in this monarch's inferno. The blazing, inescapable walls of the arena blossomed considerably as the queen listened with growing amusement as such superficial words - an attempt to enrage her would be blessed with arrogance. Perhaps the fire that surrounded their future sparring ground understood this, for promptly they grew thick and tall; they stood proud and strong, threatening to burn even the most leathery hide. They curled in towards this challenger, as if to taunt and mock, but never could reach more than what their mistress would allow. She would not allow them to devour her opponent before she had an opportunity to do so herself, and the very thought of caramelized, charbroiled Lagiacrus was so appetizing that saliva rolled down from her lips. A hungry bubbled from within, and thus she was left with a drive to pursue her quarry. "Why does the pupil challenge his master? Why do the lowly rebel against the monarchy? Why do males who dwell in herds duel against the alpha? It is for the ability to seize power and test themselves; to prove to the world that they are worthy and able to succeed. Often they are squashed, but some vain attempts do prove fruitful - you forget, however, that you are but a lowly servant for those who will devour your kind. My lifetime is but the blink of an eye to those who proclaim themselves powerful, but age will claim them and my generation will rise." A laugh akin to booming thunder was given, her eyes narrowing in pleasure as she continued her lecture, "Youth must be foolish and suffer hallucinations if they are to achieve and conquer. If the young stag did not, then he would not ever challenge the other and earn his right to breed. For the greater good, youth's stupidity fuels them on. My delusions? I have lived a one hundred times your lifetime. I have seen great monsters rise and fall as Death collected them for his own. I have witnessed the births and deaths of far better, worthier opponents than yourself. I have faced opponents with teeth as sharp as swords, with breath as dangerous as explosives! What are you to me?" "So tell me, child," she would growl forth, a contempt-laced sneer smeared across her face, "who is the fool suffering from 'illusions of grandeur' for so willingly leaving one's natural element and throwing themselves into the fiery domain of another? You have ensnared yourself in your own thoughts for believing that your kind's honor and rules of dueling are the same as mine!" A trap well set, too. The flames, fueled on by the burning of corpses and excellent timber raged forth in thick, impenetrable piles. The dryness of the air and the ample supply of kindling provided an excellent base for them to thrive and burn any who drew too close to them. A nasty, painful burn would be inflicted upon any that crossed them, and imagine how the entire body would be if they were to thrust themselves out! While the flames would languish and withdraw not, the poor victim would be in incredible, searing pain. From high above, their mistress would greedily observe, the circle designated for their duel was far too small for her to successfully fit into. It might have appeared as such to her stunted opponent, but surely a monarch would never have lowered herself to an inferior species's level. With her trap successfully sprung and her prey cornered, the dragon merely coiled back her head and released multiple fireballs onto her opponent, attempting to scorch her in her inferno. She would begin her sacred, age-old dance within the heavens, spinning and rotating like a decapitated adder, and allow her wrath to explode against her targeted ground. Checkmate.
Fatalis x Tanit
((Well, that's an interesting pairing!))
"Surely I have no need of such boasts." Audra replied, still hiding in the shadows. "Is our previous encounter not qualification enough? You tried to render me unable to attack by emitting a cloud of gas, but you failed. You tried to boil me alive or force me out of the water where you could attack me overhead and yet here I still stand, challenging you once more."
Audra paused and then chuckled. “It’s quite amusing actually, the level of your arrogance and incompetents. The would-be queen was unable to kill a lowly Leviathan, and a relatively small one at that. And now you set ablaze a village of humans, reveling in your presumed power and strength. And yet, have you not wondered at why you have not been attacked yet? You fly in the sky above, a clear target, and you’ve already announced your presence for those who fail to see you.”
"So why have the humans not fought back? Is it because they’re too terrified to even think of doing so? No, I doubt that’s it. The hunters who reside here have faced Ceadeus and Alatreon, Abyssal Lagiacrus and Dire Miralis. I doubt they would shy away from facing one more Elder Dragon."
"No. The reason why you still fly unchallenged besides myself is because the hunters are not home. You claim to be all powerful and yet hesitate to attack until you are sure the mightiest of the humans are away. That is not the act of a queen or powerful and courageous adversary, that is the act of a coward, one who hides behind self-righteous words and believes themselves superior to others."
"So once more, I challenge you to fight me on land, where we will both be at a disadvantage. Or will you prove the truth of my words and show yourself as a coward?"
High in the heavens, beyond the prying eyes of mortal men and beast, the goddess glowered down towards the ebbing darkness. Her wings pumped up and down as she began to maintain her altitude and position. The thin membrane that held her appendage together continued to beat against the air, as if forcing it into subordination and submission. Her tail curled towards her tough-scaled abdomen, twisting and coiling as she would pass her judgement upon this Lagiacrus. Upon her skull, her crown of protruding processes would be tilted up towards the concealed stars, perhaps in a vain attempt to assert her dominance.
Vanity: it was her forte. In all attempts to maintain and radiate a god-like aura, it was her self proclaimed duty to behave and according to the nature that had been set upon her kind since their beginning. Subtle gestures and body language were important to being imposing and forceful; however, an air of dignity and grace was mandatory for her feminine composure. Ruling in such a manner spoke to her rigid protocol and regime - dedication to a duty passed onto her from generations ago. Undeniably, this vanity served as a peg to kick and send her off balance.
Yet, vanity was a necessity for a queen. If subjects, nay, enemies, should catch wind of a monarch not fulfilling her duty, then chaos would ensue. The Chain of Being would be pretrubed and tangled; it would leave all in chaos and destroy all that was known. Such was the very thing that a female of her species must prevent: it was a requirement to maintain their perceived, biased view upon the world.
Thus, as this Lagiacrus spoke boldly and with great pride as to how the Fatalis was nothing more than a coward and craven. In all regards, such was enough to provoke an unyielding rage brought into being through an avatar of fire: greedy, hungry flames that flickered with a burning passion matching that of their creator. Her jaws, thick and powerful, parted at this admirably brave sentiment that was displayed by this female, gas bubbling forth from the deepest cesspools within her hulking frame; however, consideration came to life within her brain.
Hunters would come towards her lair, eager, cold-blooded hatred fueling their actions as they marched upon her citadel. This was what she desired - motivation for her subjects to challenge her authority. It would be quite bizarre for these denizens to not be terrified of a beast alluded to through legend, but who was she to judge a battle-boast upon its logic and hubris? They were meant for exaggeration.
It was correct. This water-dweller had eluded her clutches and consuming flames through a mere fluke. Wyrd and Fate had favored that specimen during that encounter, and had left the queen with hollowed out, wounded pride. An ego left to languish.
It was worthy of vengeance.
"I have flown through the spear-din and brought havoc upon the Land of Men. The blood-ember, headlands of swords, and wound-hoes have nary slashed against my hardened flesh and drawn forth the battle-sweat that lay below. My skin is like barren, rocky ground: it is impregnable even by the most refined of iron plow and tools, and the best of farmers. I am the bane of wood: I sleep upon mounds of forgotten, valuable serpent's lair and feed the scavengers with the corpses of men who shan't see their girls of the houses again."
"The sail road is but a trivial travel for me upon my wings, and I eclipse the sky's jewel as I fly past. Shadow and darkness conceal me, and the swans of blood do look towards me as their mother and provider. The winds produced from my wings break the trees and uproot the tallest of oaks - they are but mere trifles to me. The weather of weapons of long ago were decided by my intervention, and my influence upon this realm is palpable and visible in every furthest reach of this world."
"The bear shirts and the children of battle singing their black songs, are but appetizers to my destruction. They rise and fall before me like the sky's jewel. Battle metal and battle coats have been melted unto my flesh to strengthen it. The uncut thread of my very existence is to protect and destroy. I am fire. I am death."
She became quite satisfied with her battle boast, returning the issue of her challenge towards her opponent. There was content pleasure in weaving such truths within her speech, as if the world itself looked towards her for providing a powerful tirade and call to arms.
With a single, powerful downstroke, the fires that provided a barrier were weakened considerably, allowing for them to be traversal. This would be their arena: the smoldering, blackened ruins of a human settlement. From her lofty position concealed within the heavens, the Legend of Flight would roar, "Step into the arena, Lagiacrus!" It would be rude of the queen to enter and assume a position within the makeshift Colosseum before her opponent had. Did this creature even know proper battle etiquette?
Should the other female accept this duel on land and assume her position in the middle of the arena, the queen would proceed with establishing the borders. Another downstroke, pushing upwards upon the dwindling flames, would be produced in order to stoke them once more into living walls. It would be the very outskirts of the pillaged village, allowing plenty of room for their competition.
The flames hit the surface of the water violently. The water boiled and turned to steam under the heat of the Elder Dragon’s breath. But of the intended target, there was no sign.
Audra called forth from a different location. “Come now Fatalis. I grow tired of you using the same old tricks. Why don’t you cease your nonsensical flapping about and face me on the ground? Surely a beast of your stature would still be able to easily defeat a lowly Leviathan, whether on land or in the air?”
The searing hiss of water rapidly evaporating complemented the crackling and billowing sounds that now were produced by the village. Smoke, thick and infested with still burning cinders, plumed forth from the logs and flesh that cooked within the inferno. What had once been a hunt purely for sport and nutrition now took on a more devious semblance: spite had boiled within the female's enlarged stomach and conjured forth a desire to inflict pain upon those who still lingered and languished. Whether they be trapped within the walls of heated smoke and raged flames or outside the "guarded" settlement, she had placed a vendetta upon their skulls.
They would make for such nice company at her citadel, for the others had grown so very silent over the centuries. Time had caused her original guests' tongues to rot forth from their mouths and their flesh to crawl away into the shadow in search of refuge from her stately gaze. Ages had carved forth their insides and their bodies to create a hollowed vessel for foul, noxious gases and smells of decay. They had exploded within a decade, spreading their sickly sweet incense like a plague, blossoming for her and her future residents alone. Those who became grievously dull were but dust and bone. These denizens would suit her castle well.
The wind howled beneath her wings as she sliced through the atmosphere like a hot knife through butter, each determined downstroke casting forth a gale so harsh that it would topple structures. The moon, aghast and disgusted at such a scene developing beneath its pale gaze, hid itself behind a thick layer of oncoming clouds. Light once more escaped and fled, leaving the sole light source for miles those smoldering ruins. It was a mere wisp compared to the blazes she could truly conjure for much nobler a cause.
A screech mixed with a bellowing roar were projected from her vocal cords as the flew once more into darkness. Beneath her came the taunting of her challenger.
The beckon of a warrior.
The rebellion of a peasant.
Her body flew gracefully and with great ease through the air as she issued a deranged cackle towards the ground beneath her. The monarch was mocking: it amused her. She had desired the destruction of a town, the thrill of a hunt and the purge of intruding humans, but this had just sweetened the pot.
"Come now," came the queen, chastising her opponent, "what glory have you that would deem you worthy of such an honor? Nay, you are not worthy of my fullest strength, deserving of my complete and utter wrath - you are but an arrow embedded between two of my plates. Proclaim your battle-boasts, lizard. Let us see if they are worthy."
((Starter. This is a follow up from the RP with Lagiacrus.)) Night-time had swiftly descended upon the realm, leaving nothing omitted from its darkness. A new moon hung in the sky, and blackened clouds blocked what little light there was produced from the heavens. Within the long shadows that…
Out of the impenetrable darkness, an orb of crackling blue light streaked through the air, striking the Legend of Flight’s jaw and unleashing a burst of concentrated lightning. The surprise attack managed to cut off the rain of destruction, or at least temporarily.
Audra’s voice emanated from the gloom of the night.
"Did you really just think I was going to let you destroy this village and these people’s lives, Fatalis? Like I said before, I refuse to let you harm them and I refuse to let this island fall under your supposedly benevolent "rule!" So come now, surely you’re not afraid for a second go-round?"
((Once again, please avoid auto-hits and please avoid assuming what will occur to my character.))
It was an ancient dance that she now performed high in the heavens, one passed from parent to child for millennia. It was a perfected, eon old art, and the survival and evolution of their species had been wrapped so tightly about this sole maneuver. She was akin to a flying serpent, slithering through the air like a python searching for prey to strangle and devour. Her coils that spun about through the sky in a romanticized pirouette were emphasized by the pale moonlight that shimmered down upon this scene of calamity.
Perhaps her arrogance and completely assured victory had numbed her senses, for suddenly a sphere of electricity showered radiating sparks against her thick mandible. An enraged screech was given, akin to a queen being slapped by an inferior, tilting her jaws upwards towards the heavens as she slithered higher up into the atmosphere momentarily. A single downstroke pushed clouds about her in a whimsical fashion, the cupping action enough to conceal her movements high in the heavens as the monarch took a few moments to identify her attacker. Silence would have better concealed this sucker punch.
Now, she merely had to turn her attention towards the voice's origin.
The wind would howl as she sliced through the air, her large wings carrying her swiftly through the layer of concealing clouds and towards the village. Her jaws would open, and fire would be unleashed upon the world once more. With conflagration already quickly consuming the village like rabid hounds set upon a wounded hare, the sheer surge of light from the blaze would be enough to reveal a good distance from the settlement's edge. She worried not for the ensuing destruction, for now an opponent willing to defend had revealed itself!
The thrill was exhilarating: a sudden challenge that had been once prior dominated by sheer brutality and a forced surrender. It would be desired for a worthy encounter.
Her spiral would be accompanied by a powerful down-draft that toppled stone as she snaked past. At a reasonable altitude, the queen would unleash her fury: a burning, blinding blue inferno would spiral towards the water in which the sound had originated, sizzling greedily as they worked for their mistress to drive the beast forth. Their taskmaster directed them, and ordered their service.
Let the battle begin, and how glorious a setting it was. Destruction and the smell of burning wood and flesh were such glorious aromas for skirmishes.
Ultimate proof that new monster is a Fatalis:
Dat tongue lick. Only the mightiest of beast, the Fatalis, can make a simple flick of the tongue something to fear for your life!
((Understandably, I think it is wise to bow before our new overlord.))
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Cataclysm of Moga Village
((Starter. This is a follow up from the RP with Lagiacrus.)) Night-time had swiftly descended upon the realm, leaving nothing omitted from its darkness. A new moon hung in the sky, and blackened clouds blocked what little light there was produced from the heavens. Within the long shadows that had been casted upon the world, there lie the sweet, diminutive dwellings that housed a bustling community. Moga Village was ripe for attack. An ominous gale had picked up in the later portion of the day in the location within a mile radius of Moga Village, along with an unexplained slight rise in temperature. As the day had progressed into twilight and then night-fall, a certain air had come across the settlement: anxiety and anticipation. It was unclear to the citizens as to what could cause such strange occurrences, and left many on guard as they smothered their candles and retired uneasily to their beds. With time marching on, such expectancy dwindled to those left on guard, who cast their gaze out into the blinding, stygian darkness with primitive instruments of fire. The draconian, draconic queen rose from her watchful perch on a far off cliff, and proceeded to fly in the village's direction. Her approach was swallowed by darkness, the starless night concealing her arrival onto the scene. It had taken her all day to spot the small village from afar, and, upon further investigation, she was rather pleased that the Lagiacrus had squealed about such a plump settlement. The very thought of the potential treasure and destruction that was present in this locale caused her to salivate in desire and envy, and thus her actions were set in stone. She would pillage this town and raze it to the ground with blinding, hungry fire. Whatever was left after the ensuing chaos would be worthy of her control and possession. Silent wingbeats carried her hundreds of feet above the village, her keen, amber eyes piercing the darkness and giving her an observation of the town below. It was foolish that they had placed torches out, for now they stood out plainly for her. She pondered how she should make her grand entrance, how she would grace the world with her reemergence from a century's worth of dormancy. Would she begin with a spinning burst flame to desolate their homes, or would she smash into the center of the village and roar her supremacy to them before destroying them? The monarch wanted to remain original, and such dramatics were long over done. Then it came to her. An idea that would guarantee her legend stricken down into the record books. The Fatalis began her snake-like dance in the high heavens as she began to circle above them in a fashion akin to a vulture. From her lungs, gas would begin to build up within her throat, awaiting the moment in which it would be sparked and launched. As soon as enough was built up, she would ignite the flammable fumes and spew them forth towards the village in a form similar to a comet: it streaked against the cloudless sky, and was more ovoid in shape and structure. The moment such an attack would impact with the ground, casting infectious, blue flames across the village, she would reveal herself officially. Her dance would cease momentarily, and her wings used to part the clouds so that the pale, waxy moonlight would reveal her vector towards her victims. A bellowing, ferocious roar was unleashed, and promptly she resumed her dance, slithering about the sky as she proceed to bombarde the settlement with consuming flames. Huts and wooden objects were licked greedily by the tongues of fire. She would not stray close to the ground as angered shouts, arrows, and bullets began to pepper the sky. Her stomach proved a worthy adversary, for it deflected the blows. Some arrows would become embedded in her serrated plates; however, they were of not much concern for her, so long as she continued to rain Hades from the heavens. Destruction was imminent.