Post by doomsdaylee on Jan 24, 2008 15:40:15 GMT -5
Bet y'all can't breath.
Chapter 6
Encounter
Xaiver turned, running to the Dragoon. He fell to his knees, checking the body. The Dragoons wings had been torn off. Not cut, torn, as shown by how the stub was shaped, and the other wing was still there, but in two pieces, still hanging on by the leathery membrane that made the wing itself, the stalk having been broken in half. Three spears pierced his belly and one in his chest, two of the spears in his stomach came out the back, the one in his chest pointing through, but having been lodged into his spine. The Dragoons legs to his thighs, and his arms to his shoulders were scaled, his eyes Human. Blood leaked from his mouth, as well as all of his wounds, he wouldn’t last long. He was a normal city-goer, not even a Royal guard. Xavier pulled his head into the crook of his elbow. Mia arrived, seeing the wounded man, she gasped in horror, looking away.
“What happened?”
“Prince Xavier.” Every breath he took was strained his vision blurring as he watched the prince. “The…city…attacked…by…him.”
“Who? Who did this?”
“It was…A…Aka…main..” With those words, Xavier’s face almost paled, knowing who the assailant was. “Pl..ease…be….ca..re…ful…..” He breathed one last time, life leaving his body.
“Dammit!” Xavier snarled, rising to his feet. “Mia! Stay here!” He shouted, taking wing and flying towards the towering smoke pillar that was once his home.
“Xavier!” she shouted after him. Stay here? She couldn’t! Not with what was going on. “Wyrin, can you take me there?” The Wyvern nodded, crouching down for her to climb on.
“But Xavier say not go?”
“Xavier…said…that to Ki’esk! He doesn’t want Ki’esk to go and accidentally hurt anyone.” Mia said, coming up with the lie as she said it.
”Oh! Alright!” Wyrin nodded, letting her on and following Xavier as fast as he could.
Xavier landed in the city, looking around at the chaos and destruction that gripped the once great capital. Flames scorched the proud trees and the great walls were in pieces.
“Akamain!” he shouted out, running into the castle, sword drawn. “Where ever you are I won’t let you live with this!” He ran to the throne room, the walls of his home stained with blood and bodies, two of the finest guards skewered against the door, one through the heart, the other through the left eye, his corpse still gripping the spear. Xavier snarled in anguish, running to the room and seeing the familiar face.
The Dragoon sat on his father’s throne, the king’s head resting in his dragon like claw, which was shaped much like Xavier’s feet. His large wings rested against his back, and his tail spilled over the side of the throne as he leaned against the blood red seats. The young man’s hair was as black as his scales and wings, but streaked with what looked like blood. He wore a crimson mask, his face bathed in the blood of his many victims, just like his claws. The shirt was cut, revealing the scales under that crossed his chest. His Human skin was tan, but not as dark as Xavier’s. In his other claw was a large broad sword, the handle seeming to curve around his hand, like it was made just for him. The handle was lined in red, going around his claws and going around the hilt. A ruby gripped in a Draconic claw was on the bottom of the handle. The blade itself even looked sinister, curving out, and being serrated on the way back. The gray blade gave the look of being cracked, but said cracks weren’t black, they were soaked in blood. The hilt curved up, ending in a blade, so the entire thing was a weapon. It was firmly in the ground, piercing through his father’s remains.
“Interesting. His swan song was just as shrill as your mother’s. Both called for each other in their final moments. Touching.” He faced Xavier, his eyes glowing red as his hand clenched, breaking the skull of his father’s head. “I wonder what yours will be as your last moments come to pass!” He suddenly rose, yanking the sword out of the ground, pushing off the throne and flying at the prince, the sword scratching the ground as it rose up to kill the prince. Xaiver blocked the blow, parrying it away and going to attack him, the sword fight beginning. Mia ran into the castle, her initial response being to empty her stomach as she saw the bodies. She wiped her mouth and began to run towards the sounds of swords clanging. A sudden shout of pain rang out. Mia put on speed, but stopped, paralyzed in fear by seeing the guards on the door.
Meanwhile, inside, the dark sword had pierced through the belly of Xavier, all the way through the hilt, the second blade also coming out of Xavier’s back.
“How should I let you die, my most hated Rival?” Akamain whispered, giving the sword another jerk. Xavier bit his lip, to keep from yelling out, his own fangs connecting through his lip.
“Cry in pain, you whelp! Beg for mercy!” He shouted, twisting the blade and earning what he wanted, a shout of pain from Xavier. “There.” A slight chuckle. “Music to my ears.” He pushed him into the wall both blades sticking in the wall. “Hmm. Like mother, like father, like little runt of a boy. Going to die like the pathetic whelps you are, stuck to a wall. Maybe I’ll dig up the wench’s body and mount the three of you on my wall as trophies.”
At that, Xavier had it. He snarled, pushing the blade deeper into himself and slamming a fist into a surprised Akamain’s neck. Akamain choked, falling back and gripping his sensitive, paper thin neck, feeling the Adam’s apple blocking his windpipe for a brief second. Xavier gripped the blade that pinned him by the blade, pulling it out and throwing it aside. He attempted to run, but fell, crashing into Mia.
“Mia!? I told you to stay at the cave!!”
“What’s going on?” she shouted, still petrified by the corpses.
“Forget it. Let’s go!” He grabbed her and took off towards the entrance, his sword weighing them down.
“Xavier, you’re bleeding.”
Those three words were the last Xavier heard. He collapsed outside of the castle gates.
“Xavier! Wake up!” Mia shouted to the fallen Dragoon, shaking him.
“Hey kid! You want him to live?” A familiar, but unwanted female voice came.
“Y- Yeah.” She blinked, looking up.
“Then keep your mouth closed.” A blunt object connected with Mia’s head, knocking her unconscious.
Chapter 6
Encounter
Xaiver turned, running to the Dragoon. He fell to his knees, checking the body. The Dragoons wings had been torn off. Not cut, torn, as shown by how the stub was shaped, and the other wing was still there, but in two pieces, still hanging on by the leathery membrane that made the wing itself, the stalk having been broken in half. Three spears pierced his belly and one in his chest, two of the spears in his stomach came out the back, the one in his chest pointing through, but having been lodged into his spine. The Dragoons legs to his thighs, and his arms to his shoulders were scaled, his eyes Human. Blood leaked from his mouth, as well as all of his wounds, he wouldn’t last long. He was a normal city-goer, not even a Royal guard. Xavier pulled his head into the crook of his elbow. Mia arrived, seeing the wounded man, she gasped in horror, looking away.
“What happened?”
“Prince Xavier.” Every breath he took was strained his vision blurring as he watched the prince. “The…city…attacked…by…him.”
“Who? Who did this?”
“It was…A…Aka…main..” With those words, Xavier’s face almost paled, knowing who the assailant was. “Pl..ease…be….ca..re…ful…..” He breathed one last time, life leaving his body.
“Dammit!” Xavier snarled, rising to his feet. “Mia! Stay here!” He shouted, taking wing and flying towards the towering smoke pillar that was once his home.
“Xavier!” she shouted after him. Stay here? She couldn’t! Not with what was going on. “Wyrin, can you take me there?” The Wyvern nodded, crouching down for her to climb on.
“But Xavier say not go?”
“Xavier…said…that to Ki’esk! He doesn’t want Ki’esk to go and accidentally hurt anyone.” Mia said, coming up with the lie as she said it.
”Oh! Alright!” Wyrin nodded, letting her on and following Xavier as fast as he could.
Xavier landed in the city, looking around at the chaos and destruction that gripped the once great capital. Flames scorched the proud trees and the great walls were in pieces.
“Akamain!” he shouted out, running into the castle, sword drawn. “Where ever you are I won’t let you live with this!” He ran to the throne room, the walls of his home stained with blood and bodies, two of the finest guards skewered against the door, one through the heart, the other through the left eye, his corpse still gripping the spear. Xavier snarled in anguish, running to the room and seeing the familiar face.
The Dragoon sat on his father’s throne, the king’s head resting in his dragon like claw, which was shaped much like Xavier’s feet. His large wings rested against his back, and his tail spilled over the side of the throne as he leaned against the blood red seats. The young man’s hair was as black as his scales and wings, but streaked with what looked like blood. He wore a crimson mask, his face bathed in the blood of his many victims, just like his claws. The shirt was cut, revealing the scales under that crossed his chest. His Human skin was tan, but not as dark as Xavier’s. In his other claw was a large broad sword, the handle seeming to curve around his hand, like it was made just for him. The handle was lined in red, going around his claws and going around the hilt. A ruby gripped in a Draconic claw was on the bottom of the handle. The blade itself even looked sinister, curving out, and being serrated on the way back. The gray blade gave the look of being cracked, but said cracks weren’t black, they were soaked in blood. The hilt curved up, ending in a blade, so the entire thing was a weapon. It was firmly in the ground, piercing through his father’s remains.
“Interesting. His swan song was just as shrill as your mother’s. Both called for each other in their final moments. Touching.” He faced Xavier, his eyes glowing red as his hand clenched, breaking the skull of his father’s head. “I wonder what yours will be as your last moments come to pass!” He suddenly rose, yanking the sword out of the ground, pushing off the throne and flying at the prince, the sword scratching the ground as it rose up to kill the prince. Xaiver blocked the blow, parrying it away and going to attack him, the sword fight beginning. Mia ran into the castle, her initial response being to empty her stomach as she saw the bodies. She wiped her mouth and began to run towards the sounds of swords clanging. A sudden shout of pain rang out. Mia put on speed, but stopped, paralyzed in fear by seeing the guards on the door.
Meanwhile, inside, the dark sword had pierced through the belly of Xavier, all the way through the hilt, the second blade also coming out of Xavier’s back.
“How should I let you die, my most hated Rival?” Akamain whispered, giving the sword another jerk. Xavier bit his lip, to keep from yelling out, his own fangs connecting through his lip.
“Cry in pain, you whelp! Beg for mercy!” He shouted, twisting the blade and earning what he wanted, a shout of pain from Xavier. “There.” A slight chuckle. “Music to my ears.” He pushed him into the wall both blades sticking in the wall. “Hmm. Like mother, like father, like little runt of a boy. Going to die like the pathetic whelps you are, stuck to a wall. Maybe I’ll dig up the wench’s body and mount the three of you on my wall as trophies.”
At that, Xavier had it. He snarled, pushing the blade deeper into himself and slamming a fist into a surprised Akamain’s neck. Akamain choked, falling back and gripping his sensitive, paper thin neck, feeling the Adam’s apple blocking his windpipe for a brief second. Xavier gripped the blade that pinned him by the blade, pulling it out and throwing it aside. He attempted to run, but fell, crashing into Mia.
“Mia!? I told you to stay at the cave!!”
“What’s going on?” she shouted, still petrified by the corpses.
“Forget it. Let’s go!” He grabbed her and took off towards the entrance, his sword weighing them down.
“Xavier, you’re bleeding.”
Those three words were the last Xavier heard. He collapsed outside of the castle gates.
“Xavier! Wake up!” Mia shouted to the fallen Dragoon, shaking him.
“Hey kid! You want him to live?” A familiar, but unwanted female voice came.
“Y- Yeah.” She blinked, looking up.
“Then keep your mouth closed.” A blunt object connected with Mia’s head, knocking her unconscious.