#ic:sting

[poisonouslightslayer]

Mini Cu held open a baggie of treats towards Sting. "Trick or treat!!"

Sting rose on eyebrow upwards at the tiny version of his servant. "Hmmm... interesting." He handed out a handful of candy.

[poisonouslightslayer]

@coldemperorlyon moved from [X]

Eyes closed as he was disgusted with himself that he let such a minor mistake get past him. In truth his changes were happening quicker then he realized and he would have to be more on his guard. Sting knew some information about Lyon such as the fact Gray was a rival, he fought in the Magic Games where the blond was not to impressed with any of the guilds except for certain members of Fairy Tail and other members from other guilds that were the opponents of Sabertooth members. His focus back then was primarily on beating Natsu in order to keep a promise to Lector he made as a child. Everyone else didn’t matter as long as they didn’t get in the way of his goal.

When he become a guild master though, Sting’s one tracked mind expanded and he did his research and used his resources as his title depicted. He ordered recon missions  with certain members that used stealth mainly Dobengal and some others in his guild  on every single member from all the legal guilds in order to know their magic, their strengths and weaknesses just in case. After the war he had become more cautious for his guild’s sake so that he would always be prepared at all costs. Trust was extremely difficult to gain from him since he didn’t know whether someone was being genuine or trying to deceive him so he had to take everything that was said with a grain of salt.

“You’re not used to the light are ya? I don’t have a problem with it. Maybe all ice mages do?” With his eyes reopened he glanced down slightly at one of his torn gloves and acted as if nothing was wrong to draw the attention off of himself. “The heat I mean. To bad for you.” He acted in a nonchalant manner.

[poisonouslightslayer]

Father’s Return(closed)

Every day seemed to get longer for the white dragon slayer and his plans that he sought to fulfill were beginning to take shape. The clever young adult had completed several objectives off of his list. Number one was to gain dragonfication. Check. He could thank his father for that part when he left his body and therefore there wasn’t any source to produce the antibodies anymore which allowed the dragonfication to keep developing through the acts of using his dragon slaying magic and giving into negative feelings mostly anger, guilt, and fear that only intensified his magic past the breaking point. One grueling and exhausting day the changes became more rapid linked to his emotions until that moment the guild master of Sabertooth had transformed into that of his father, Weisslogia the white dragon only much younger with no beard and long spiky blond lockes that was replaced with the normal gray fur on his head and down his back. 

 Number two on his checklist was to begin to master the change that he was still struggling with and experiencing the side effects of. The third though was more tricky which was to make a mysterious presence known through out the skies like a shooting star in the night and remain invisible covered by his light with the help of the shining sun. Some people had seen glimpses of it, but they had no clue as to what caused this strange phenomenon? Upon his change though, his demeanor had altered to being more feral if provoked, but not as much as if he was in Dragon Force. He was even more condescending, presumptuous, envious, and lustful at times. The constant battle of his human emotions over his draconic instincts was a constant struggle and he did his best to maintain that balance around others, but sometimes he felt his moods would get the better of him.

Everyday upon rising and before going to bed Sting would often stare up at the sky and hope for a sign to guide him or at least give him the strength to carry on, but one day his mind became so overwhelmed with fear and wrath and his body succumbed to numerous amounts of agony that he had forsaken his ritual and left his instincts and magic get the better of him. His conscience would bother him from time to time, but he would simply do what he thought was right and act the way that he believed to be since his nickname from others was” holier then thou” on account of his magic. He might as well live up to that persona. To him shining his light or “purifying” himself was the perfect way to have a clean slate every time so that his magic wouldn’t hurt him from the changes of what his mind and body made him to believe both working in perfect harmony. Sting had even chosen his dragon state more often just to get used to the feelings believing he was the only one of his kind. Never did he assume that a much older one would come back into his life yet again all for the purpose of teaching his now young adult son a form of humility,  how to control  and live with the changes, and most important of all how to not let it consume him. 

@diversemuses

[poisonouslightslayer]

"So you are the reason we have to worry about the shortage of toilet paper?"

“The stuff that you can’t use only geez. Not like I eat half a roll or anything." 

@venomslayer

[poisonouslightslayer]

@cycledsouls moved from [X]

Sting studied Natsu’s familiar stance hoping that he would impress him with his skills. He was glad that they would be testing each other’s strength without the use of their magic at the start. One of the areas the white dragon slayer had improved on was putting his body through different types of routines for exercises such as strength training at different intervals, ones that improved his agility and flexibility as well as speed. The last area was his mind. All were important in many ways. He did all of this without the use of his magic so when he did call it upon his more strenuous and powerful spells, his stamina would be able to handle it and he could go hours without his magic diminishing as much without having to rely on consuming one of three sources for his power.  

“Give me all ya got. Don’t make this a waste of my time.” His curt response  was the key for Natsu to go on the offensive. 

[poisonouslightslayer]

Tutor and Student(closed)

Of all the ways to be tricked into doing more then his brain could already comprehend. Why did he have to attend the last seminar of the latest regulations and laws passed by the Magic Council? He was ordered to and even threatened by Minerva that an unspeakable consequence would be his fate if the leader of Sabertooth did not attend to represent their guild and that missing it would tarnish their reputation of always being taken seriously since they had a prestigious standing to hold on to. To make matters worse, of all the guild masters the one that requested the Magic Council to keep him in within their sight for being a novice with a powerful title  was that of Makarov, Fairy Tail’s guild master.  He had even sent word in the form of a letter a year back to Erza to inform the Magic Council that Sabertooth had a new guild master and luckily for the young blond no one except for members of Sabertooth knew the truth as to how Sting gained such a high title? 

These new rules were passed by the Magic Council at the beginning of the year in order to gain the confidence of the masses once more after their plans of having secrets including weapons that could obliterate an entire continent, and at one time leave mages completely at the mercy of being powerless because of fear. Luckily that circumstance never became a reality and ever since the destruction Acnologia caused, the group was doing damage control and targeting all guild masters to watch over their members more closely and be up to code with everything that was passed into law no matter how redundant. The white dragon slayer being the lowest on the totem pole in that circle had to adhere to anything that came his way. Objecting or even questioning was not tolerated and would raise suspicions whether he was confident, mature and responsible enough to keep such a title and all the obligations that went with it. 

Sting with a bag full of his stuff for the extended stay was currently waiting for his tutor and stared at the letter in his hand signed and approved by Makarov. He didn’t hate the much older man per say, but there were some inklings about him that made him a tad uncomfortable such as how he humiliated his own members with his”punishment games” if they mucked up as he would refer to it as. The youngest guild master of Fiore would hate to ever experience anything remotely closed to that for he had his reputation to consider and seemed to be trying to live up to everyone’s high expectations and not to be judged by his youth and lack of experience. He had no choice, but to accept. Sting was doomed to attend these sessions and learn lessons as if he were in school or college given his age being twenty one  from someone from Fairy Tail who would be patient enough to tutor him. Though he didn’t know whom would be teaching him? That bit was left out. 

“Damn. He or she is over a hour late. What’s the hold up?” Sting rested his hand on his cheek outside the terrace of the Fairy Tail guild; a sigh of exasperation was evident in his body language as he waited for the fairy to show up. The individual was over a hour late and the white dragon slayer did not like to be kept waiting when he could be doing other more important things then book work and listening to lectures most likely. He would rather be sparing or training not sitting around for most likely someone who pulled the bad straw to show up.

@liinguistic

[poisonouslightslayer]

"I don't know?"  Get your elbow out of my face! You squirm to much." Sting hated being in tight and confined areas. Ever since he was trapped into a crystal pillar by Acnologia, this fear took hold of him. "I got to get out of by here. Who ever did this is a real pain in my ass."

@pyromaniacnatsu

[poisonouslightslayer]

@gravitybladed moved from [X]

Such arrogance, but he didn’t take any offense to his choice of words. Being a guild master he was used to the different mannerisms of others. Not seeing the other as any kind of threat, the blond had approached him to speak to him of a different matter entirely. They had not run into another by a mere chance.

Starring slightly down at the shorter mage, his eyes came in direct contact with him. “I am. Information.  I’ve known other mages to be private about their lives, but the rumors are true that you are Kagura’s brother. A dragon slayer can easily detect a sibling from another by their scent. I also take it upon myself to know each and every member of any legal guild for my own reasons so were you also present when the Alvarez Empire tried to take over or better yet were you around when the world almost ended by the claws of Acnologia? I assume Quantro Cerberus did their part to help?”