Rift
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Post by Rift on Mar 22, 2007 4:09:40 GMT -5
Deep within the Highlands of what was once Scotland, a mountain of red and black scales rippled as Alastor lay down, curling himself around the ruins of an ancient castle. Mere miles away a giant crater, the result of the dragon-dinosaur hybrid’s arrival in this dimension, still smoked lightly. He had ended up here a little over three days ago and already he had learned that this world was very different from where he had come and yet oddly the same.
Landscape was drastically changed though many basic features remained. Humans, he soon learned, were still scared of large creatures such as himself and like where he had been before they sought to destroy them. Here however, the weapons were much more effective, a lesson learned from a small, paramilitary unit that seemed opposed to living in and obeying some of the remaining, largely protected cities. Around the area their maser tanks, shield traps, and other devices of destruction lay in heaps of smoldering scrap metal courtesy of his newfound breath weapon, the power bestowed upon him after absorbing mass amounts of extradimensional energy.
Whatever the case, the hybrid was satisfied that this wild territory he had claimed for himself would remain unmolested for the time being, the furthest city of humans far enough away to make concern premature. As for other kaiju, he had yet to encounter any if this world even had them and he doubted any would venture this high into the wild areas, despite the ruckus his arrival was sure to have caused. Still, even though he lay half asleep, his senses were reaching out for any sign of danger…
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fang
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Thousand Years of Pain!
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Post by fang on Mar 22, 2007 20:08:29 GMT -5
as if from nowhere, a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. it stopped just at the line of sight. the dust settled around a bipedal figure that shone metallicly. Fang saw the plume of smoke he was following billowing from the center of the crator. he noticed the dragonic kaiju. <so this is what's behind all this> he said to himself. he had been trecking across the country for a few hours when he noticed the thin plume of smoke rising from beyond foothills. he decided to investigate. as luck would have it it had brought him to another dragon. Fang made a mental note that dragons, himself included, were beginning to run rampant in this region. this was the fourth one besides himself that he had run into today. he approached cautiously.
<Greetings, my Draconic friend. it would seem that You are the source of the smoke that i followed. > Fang remained alert. Dragons could just as easily be evil as they could be just. < I was passing through the region on a bit of a mission. perhaps fate has led me to you.>
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Rift
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Post by Rift on Mar 24, 2007 5:12:17 GMT -5
Alastor stretched his head upwards at the newcomer, his voice resonating within his mind. Had this creature been anything but a dragon, the chances of his understanding it would have been limited. Seeing as of where he had understood it with little effort he was certain it was draconic in nature; what its intentions were, remained to be seen. Plenty of times in the past, back in the dimension where he had come from, Alastor had met other draconic entities and not all of them were good natured.
Despite the fact that this could be a potential threat, Alastor made no effort to stand or even to move much at all. Keeping his eyes locked on Fang he turned his head to the side and grunted curiously, as if to inquiring as to what the kaiju wanted.
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fang
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Thousand Years of Pain!
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Post by fang on Mar 24, 2007 19:56:50 GMT -5
Fang took the silence as a que to continue. <You see, i am a guardian of the humans of this planet, and of the planet it's self. Earth has entrusted to me the element of fire to carry as my banner.> he held out his sword and ignited it, then used his pyrokinesis to draw the flam into his other hand. he sheathed his sword and held out the ball of fire for the other dragon to see. he spoke through the flickering flames. < I was called apon by this planet to assist it in a time of impending crisis. only earlier this day i did battle with two other dragons. One of them went by the name of Sirrush. > he formed the fire into a three dimensional immage of the dark dragon, then into shadow Roc. < the other calls himself Roc. they seek to destroy the land and the humans inhabiting them. being a guardian, i can't allow that to happen. i have allies. the dragon King Bahamut, and Daegre, another earth guardian, and Froria, but she's still too young to fight. > Fang formed immages of his friends in the fire as he continued. he extinguished the flames suddenly. < But one can never have too many allies when on the verge of a war. i'll not draw you into a fight that isn't your own, but is would seem that the few dragons that remain on this planet are rallying to one side or the other. > he took a few steps closer. < I give you a choice today, join us in the defense of earth, or go as you please. i also give you the warning that when the dark Dragon Sirrush comes to you to ask for your allegance, he will not give you the option to decline.> Fang looked in silence at his fellow dragon for a few moments before concluding. < Your answer is not expected now. you will be sought out when you are needed. but i must make my departure. i have more allies to make. may we next meet as friends and not foes.> Fang gave a slow nod and turned around, walking to the edge of the crater before speeding off again.
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Rift
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Post by Rift on Mar 24, 2007 20:41:46 GMT -5
Alastor watched the dragon go and snorted a bit. This war Fang had spoke of was hardly his concern. He had been flung through time and space, ripped away from his dimension, sent to a world where he cannot even carry out his mission, had many of his powers stripped away, and already he was being pushed to enter combat once more against forces that he didn’t even know or care for.
Still, the air had changed as had his mood. The fiery image of Sirrush burned in his mind, eerily reminiscent of the dark dragon he battled in his home dimension, the one that forced him to launch himself and it through the vortex that brought him here to this strange place. The memory caused anger to rise within him bringing his blood to a boil as he teetered on the edge of entering Dragon Rage. A savage, guttural roar escaped his maw shaking ice atop the snowy mountaintops.
Should this Sirrush come for him as his archenemy had, then he too would meet with the same fate as the dark dragon of Alastor’s past. A new world and new powers it mattered not. He was still a warrior, still a weapon of the Dragons of Light from his home dimension and no misguided dragon and its allies were going to change that.
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