The Plains Run Red [OPEN]
Mar 24, 2015 12:51:42 GMT -6
Post by Aeos on Mar 24, 2015 12:51:42 GMT -6
Aeos kept running. Almost certain that the monster in black armor was chasing behind him. It spoke to him, but with brief clarity. For the first time in this horrible encounter the monster spoke clearly. It's demands were simple. Drop the stone and he would spare the dragon's life. As reasonable as that demand was Aeos could not do it. He needed his stone and his stone needed him.
He turned around for a moment to see the armored monster. He was engaging the leader of the outcasts. The man was going to sacrifice himself to give the Dragon a small moment to escape. This was a small opportunity and he needed to take it. Mother...Father... Forgive thy foolish son. But this be'th an emergency and I must escape. So that I can see thy faces once more.
He took a much needed breath and channeled his power into his stone. The spirit responded in kind by granting the dragon's human form wings. Beautifully scaled wings of of a darkened hue. Long enough to rival any wyvern. His human eyes shifted into slitted ones of a dragon. His human features slowly dissipated. Skin became scales, fingers became claws, and a tail emerged from his backside. Gone was the human figure of the man who was running in fear, replaced by that of dragon.
Aeos wasted no time. He charged what he could of his stone's inner power and concentrated it into his mouth. From his maw a blast of concentrated magic was shot out at the monster. It was a weak blast when compared to other dragons, but it was strong enough to blast a human far away.
The blast was a distraction. If it hit the armored monster then good, if he dodged that was also good. He took advantage of the time and took to the sky. He mustered all that he had left, using the power of his element, the wind to carry himself off into the blue sky. He knew not the skills of the monster, if he, IT, could jump that high and catch him. Aeos did not stick around to find out.
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The dragon flew as far and as fast as he could. Away from the monster. Away from the corpses. Away from the chaos, from certain death. He kept flying for what felt like hours. He felt faint. Use of his dragon stone was draining his stamina. His whole body hurt. The adrenaline of the whole situation was starting to wear off. His vision was starting to fade. Aeos could not hold his form for much longer. His body quickly descended downwards into a forest range of some kind. His dragon form reverted back into it's human like state, a few feet off the ground. The unconscious man landed with a crash, onto the cold ground. His wings, tail, scales, and claws gone. He was "human" once again, battered a bit from the crash, but alive.
(Exeunt thread)
He turned around for a moment to see the armored monster. He was engaging the leader of the outcasts. The man was going to sacrifice himself to give the Dragon a small moment to escape. This was a small opportunity and he needed to take it. Mother...Father... Forgive thy foolish son. But this be'th an emergency and I must escape. So that I can see thy faces once more.
He took a much needed breath and channeled his power into his stone. The spirit responded in kind by granting the dragon's human form wings. Beautifully scaled wings of of a darkened hue. Long enough to rival any wyvern. His human eyes shifted into slitted ones of a dragon. His human features slowly dissipated. Skin became scales, fingers became claws, and a tail emerged from his backside. Gone was the human figure of the man who was running in fear, replaced by that of dragon.
Aeos wasted no time. He charged what he could of his stone's inner power and concentrated it into his mouth. From his maw a blast of concentrated magic was shot out at the monster. It was a weak blast when compared to other dragons, but it was strong enough to blast a human far away.
The blast was a distraction. If it hit the armored monster then good, if he dodged that was also good. He took advantage of the time and took to the sky. He mustered all that he had left, using the power of his element, the wind to carry himself off into the blue sky. He knew not the skills of the monster, if he, IT, could jump that high and catch him. Aeos did not stick around to find out.
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The dragon flew as far and as fast as he could. Away from the monster. Away from the corpses. Away from the chaos, from certain death. He kept flying for what felt like hours. He felt faint. Use of his dragon stone was draining his stamina. His whole body hurt. The adrenaline of the whole situation was starting to wear off. His vision was starting to fade. Aeos could not hold his form for much longer. His body quickly descended downwards into a forest range of some kind. His dragon form reverted back into it's human like state, a few feet off the ground. The unconscious man landed with a crash, onto the cold ground. His wings, tail, scales, and claws gone. He was "human" once again, battered a bit from the crash, but alive.
(Exeunt thread)