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| Ezio Auditore | Jun 14 2011, 04:20 PM Post #1 |
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Standing on a rooftop of a building, stands a hooded figure. He watches the street below and his eyes scan the people walking about like a hawk until they rest upon the person on whom they were originally looking for. He then jumps to the ground below in a graceful yet swift motion and begins to follow his target. The hooded person's name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. And he is an assassin. He follows his target until they were alone in the alleyway and that's when he makes his move. He strikes him from behind and turns him around to face him. The target squints to try to figure out who this hooded person is, but is unable to due to his eyes hidden. "I will ask you this question once and only once. Where is he?" He asked him. "Where is who?" The unknown person asked. "Don't play games with me, Templar. You know who I'm talking about. Now where is he?" The Templar laughs. "You'll never get anything from me, I'll rather die then tell you, assassin." He says. "As you wish." Says Ezio, bringing out his hidden blade and stabbing the man in his stomach and throws him into the bale of hay that was nearby. And like a ghost, he disappears back into the crowd. Never turning back. |
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| Vaelyis | Jun 14 2011, 07:38 PM Post #2 |
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Hands sliding into his pockets, he stood seldomly upon a rooftop of an old desolate building, his eyes steering amongst the horde of men and women that moved in their own effort. Kneeling upon one knee, both hands pulled from the pockets, he rested his right arm upon the right knee, while his left hand was promptly placed on the ledge of the building. His eyes watched the hooded man closely, his eyes grazing a firm glance at the dead corpse that rests at his own feet. A smile bloomed over his face, a flicker mocking his own amusement. The word murderer and assassin riddled his mind, knowing this man didn't travel alone. By the words of the accord, he never misses a single point when it seems unruly. Rising back on his two feet, his eyes left the eerie man and upon something else that seemed to trouble him. Narrowing his eyes, deceit rigged within his cold, liquid gold-crimson eyes. No pupil visible, just pure color as the iris foiled with the golden sheen, crimson flecks streaking from the middle and branching outwards, like a virus. His eyes told no truth, just simply hollow in his form. Pain triggered a sense of brewing rage, silent like a killer in his body, hardly noticeable when the "monster" on the inside seemingly tears right through. Clenching his hands into fists, his movements became steady and agile, his stealth running high. Leaping onto the building in front of the one he stood upon, his land was on Que. Firmly walking over the tops of the buildings, he made his way to the destination point he was reaching. Briskly landing in a dark alleyway, his eyes were hooded from the viruses than rigged within his blood stream, corruption his own mind and decisions. What he called his "precious cargo" lies trapped and bounded within a secure building. His eyes motioned towards a nickering horse, the horseman ignoring the horse's behavior. Sneaking his way towards the cautious animal, he slipped a dagger from his belt, using the sharp end of the blade to cut the rope freely, holding the reins in his hands. Mounting upon the saddle, he kicked the side flank of the horse gently, using the reins to lead the horse. Placing the horse in a mild canter, the horse had no problem allowing the man upon its back. His eyes watched the individuals that passed his view, knowing they were easy prey for whatever came their way. A smile blossomed over his face, his attention attuning to the large castle like building that obscured countless others, towering massively above the many buildings that complete the city. Using the reins the man turned the horse slightly to the side, veering the animal in the pathway desired. Black and sleek, the body of the animal was glossy in texture as light struck the horse's skin. A majestic beast it was, the horse's front legs powerful, muscles bulging in the front pecks, shoulders and legs. Grace ran the animal, strength brewing within its body. It reminded the man much like his own creature, his bonded pact-beast he so happens to devote most of his life to. But she wasn't here with him... for now to say the least. The horse cantered through the streets while the man was astride the mighty animal. Holding the reins firmly in his grasp, his eyes were laid out upon the building that struck his view, knowing she was close by and harbored in that building. Breaching it would be a risk, but he knew she could take care of the rest if anything happened. Bringing his palm against his head, a fluctuation of pain lanced through his spine and body. The main was brought between his pact-beast and the viruses running rampant through his body, homing in to his blood stream and what they own in their command. Shaking his head, his eyes burrowed a drowning golden glow, the crimson-red conquering most of his eyes, which was a sign of something more than just pain and suffering. Pulling back on the reins, the horse came to a halt in its tracks, listening to the commands its owner had given him. Patting the shoulders of the horse, his eyes attuned to the animal. "Easy boy. We're almost there." Throwing its head up and down, the horse responded to the man's voice, a whinny following after the bracing head gesticulations. A commotion lingered behind him, his attention focusing on its origin. Peering over his shoulders, the man watched as a thief ran hurling through the crowd, pushing anyone out of his way in effort to escape from the horde of guardsman behind him. "How now?" he spoke, in regards of the escaping man who didn't seem so much as a criminal. The horse stood in place, his eyes watching the road and the commotion like the man was. Pulling back on the reins this wasn't the time to watch silly antics from men and women. "Come, we must go." Responding to the command, the horse turned its body in the direction the man had pulled his body into. Making a slight tick sound from his mouth, kicking the horse gentle against its flank, the horse slowly went into a slow canter. Shortly after the man lead the horse in a brisk walk as they were nearing the majestic building. Red drapes hung from the sides of the building, a crest resting at the ends of each of the red drapes, a golden tinge marking each symbol. Narrowing his eyes, the man dismounted the horse, patting its shoulders as she stood aside the horse. Holding the reins the man lead the horse to a post, tying the reins around a wooden post, loosening it nearly a tinge to where the horse could easily untie it himself when aiding his master. "You know what to do, boy." The man said while stroking the horse's neck. Abandoning the horse, the man silently walked to the front entrance of the building, the cascading light looming over his body as he neared the flight of stairs. The strength of their bond heightened, his knowledge of her being here were exact. "I know you're in there..." You take forever, the beast spoke telepathically. Just be thankful I am here. I am more than just thankful, Arycid. Just hurry. These men are beginning to irritate me. I'm on it. |
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| Ezio Auditore | Jun 15 2011, 05:57 PM Post #3 |
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Ezio walks towards the nearest alleyway and begins to climb the wall and climbs onto the rooftop. He begins running and jumps as soon as he gets to the edge and runs still towards his destination, the fortress of the Brotherhood. He swiftly runs faster still, his destination getting faster, until he stops in mid stride. He notices a horse tied to a pillar. "Strange, what's a horse doing here?" He ponders. and he shrugs it off and leaps off the rooftop in a swift motion and continues on foot. |
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| Vaelyis | Jun 15 2011, 06:32 PM Post #4 |
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So that's what the name of this building is? Arycid spoke freely in his mind. Fortress of the Brotherhood: how quaint. Now wonder why they have you imprisoned in there. You're a creature they cannot deal with nor want roaming the streets, breathing their air and spreading your "disease." You make it sound like I am a virus, she hissed in reply. Needless to say, you are one when you look at it. Hush, boy. I would mind that tongue of yours while you still have it. Is that a threat I hear? No, that's a promise. Arycid smiled in his own dreamy way, his eyes focused on the building that promptly stood in place, dawning its awe as it towered majestically above all the other buildings. Shouldn't you be able to get out of there yourself? You're a Mother of the Anthraxia. A deity. You should be able to get out. Don't pressure yourself, child. You haven't seen nothing yet. Entering through the doors of the fortress, his eyes wandered aimlessly through the building, watching as men and women alike moved through the building lively, their attire nearly worn alike. Pushing himself forward he managed to bypass the dozens of assassins that accumulate the building inside and out. His eyes darted between one after another, trying to cause no suspicion within the building; he couldn't cause an alarm, it deemed to risky. Moving through the halls, he cascaded himself as a newly shadow in the halls, passing by like he wasn't even there. Moving swiftly, Arycid made his way to a series of corridors, his eyes planted on the various choices she could be in. Sadly, she wasn't on this level: she was nearly miles below his own feet. Where are you? |
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| Ezio Auditore | Jun 15 2011, 06:45 PM Post #5 |
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Ezio walks into the fortress when he feels some sort of presence that shouldn't be here. He looks around him and that's when he spots him, the intruder. "So that's who the horse belongs to. He shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous." he thought to himself. "I wonder what brought him here in the first place." He thought. So, he begins to follow the mysterious person with soundless footsteps and without making any noises as to not alarm the intruder. |
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| Vaelyis | Jun 15 2011, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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Arycid became hesitant in his steps. Ezio may be walking silent free, no sound being produced in his steps, but he isn't following a human, but a man of a specific species that riddles a name never to be pronounced or messed with by tongue. Clenching his hands together, his liquid golden-crimson eyes wandered aimlessly, looking for an answer from his beast, but nothing came from her. The crimson streaks succumbed his eyes, blossoming as the virus fiddled with his mind. Cracking his neck is several different places his eyes were drowned and swallowed up by the crimson flecks, bleaching his eyes in a sanguine massacre. Making his way down the depths of the halls, Arycid felt another presence near by and it wasn't his dragon. Looking over his shoulders he spotted nothing, just utter silence. Marking his path he moved silently down the halls. Why the trapped her here he hadn't know, but they surely didn't want her to escape out into the city. Sure enough she can destroy more than just cities, but keeping her imprisoned in this place wouldn't keep her stable for long. It was a dragon they're dealing with, not a dog. Keeping his distance from each distinct hallway and corridor, his eyes came to spot an elevator that went up and down each of the levels of the building. A smile bled on his face, knowing this was his only route to getting his dragon. Breaching the large steel doors, his eyes and finger met the surface of a circular button with an arrow pointing directly upwards. The button illuminated a golden glow which was followed by a ding from the elevator doors. Propping open, the elevator welcomed him with a cold brush. Planting his feet in the center of the elevator he pressed the lower button near the bottom leading to the last and final floor, which was where his dragon was held captive. The doors jerked shut, the elevator being forced into operation to move the man in the destination he wished to go. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he stood securely, waiting for the floor to arrive. Closing his eyes he felt her connection grow more strong in the linking bond, sensing her close by. She wasn't far from him, she hardly ever was. The elevator came to a brisk halt leaning towards the level he wished to follow through with. Opening his eyes, his view was visible to the empty hollows of the hallways that enlightened him. Arycid exited the elevator with ease, his eyes darting from one hall to another, sneaking his way towards the main barricade his dragon presumably was contained within. Pressing his hand firmly against large steel bulkhead door, a spark of lancing energy pulsed through his body, her presence just beyond the door he stood in front of. I found you! he mused. About time. But before he could even make his own attempt in breaking and entering, the last thing he remembered was nothingness. His body had fallen and collapsed on the floor, his conscience going dark and empty. Unconscious, his body laid restless and motionless on the ground, the assailant standing just a foot behind his body. A smile creeping over the man's face, his eyes had firmly met with the assassin not far down the hall. "You should've done your job," the man hissed. Grabbing Arycid by the ankle he dragged his body along the floors of the hall, entering a pass-code into a security box embedded in the wall. Dragging Arycid into the room a chair sat in the middle of the room, a dim cascading light dawning over the chair. Hefting Arycid over his shoulders, the man dropped him into the chair, pinning him a seat. Shackles were placed around his wrists, ankles, neck, chest and legs, banning him from simple movement. Stepping back the man glanced at Arycid once more before leaving the chamber. Locking the door firmly, the lock on the door clicking with a beep following through from the security box, his eyes left the chamber and onto the assassin. "Lemme show you something," he spoke to Ezio. The large bulkhead doors steamed through the cracks, a large door mechanism behind it releasing the magnetic locks that held the door securely locked in place, unable to be breached from the outside. The doors swung open slowly, their view being welcomed by a large beast held pinned and bound on the floor. Her eyes were locked and pinned on them and them alone—she knew well of what happened to Arycid. Don't think you'll get away with it, she hissed towards the man. "I am pretty sure I already did, dragon." I have a name, man. "I am least likely to care about that name." Clearly, she snapped in retort. The man walked over to the side flank of the dragon, studying her with his own eyes, watching his reflection blooming on the surface of her scales. "It's nearly beauty, and a creature far more powerful than our own eyes can see." The dragon hissed, her eyes unable to watch the man no further than what they can take her. Looks can be deceiving. "Yes, yes they can. But you, my dear, are more than just a prize." Like tusks on an elephant—you only want what you can sell. "No, no. We're going to do much more than just that." You words speak like ivory, she mused herself. Patting her side flank, he made his way towards her front view, his eyes melting in hers. "Only in the eyes of a killer." |
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| Ezio Auditore | Jun 17 2011, 07:09 AM Post #7 |
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Ezio looked at the door that led into where Arycid was being held. "I was too late. As soon as he leaves, I'll set him free." He thought. He turned his attention to the guard. "Sorry, I was careless. And what is it that you wish to show me?" He asked. He couldn't help but show shock at what he saw. "What is this?" Ezio asked the guard. "And what's this doing here?" he added. "As you can see, it's a dragon. And Why we have it down in our dungeon is not meant for you to know. Since you'll find out soon enough, Ezio." The guard said. Ezio looks at the dragon with a sympathic look on his face. "It shouldn't be here. It should be out there instead." He thought. |
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| Vaelyis | Jun 19 2011, 04:16 PM Post #8 |
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The dragon mused herself with little sympathy for the man, seeing only corruption and power in his eyes. He loomed for such destruction, even then knowing it would fall upon himself. The more things change, the more they stay the same... History is written by the victor, and now I stand here thinking we'd won. We're dogs abandoned in the backyards of betrayal. You stand here and now, thinking you've won. Your false accusations, your primal fear, and the cold heart of a killer. Your eyes say one thing, but your actions speak another. So which is it, fearless leader. You lost your family and you will lose everything once more. Day in and day out you pray for their loss while your eyes bleed redemption. You pinned their death on us: dragons. But your heart goes to every breed of dragon, knowing we're species to be exterminated. However, you don't proceed in killing the dragon that killed your family. No, you go after all of us, thinking we're just as cold as the dragon that slaughtered your family. You are weak, pathetic, inane, and spineless. I would be damned before I commit to such low standards. "How do you know about that?" the man snarled in rage against the dragon. I know more than you think. Especially about you, Eserrgo Liezar de Eclair. "That has been erased..." Witty, but not so wise. You may change something in history, but it is never forever removed. It isn't dust in the wind or ash from bones. You're careless and reckless as your reputation proceeds you. I've always known a monster like you, Eserrgo. You were known for your arrogance in leadership and infamous fear. "I should kill you now!" What is stopping you? I haven't seen a single budge from your body. Your sword is drawn but no sprite in you spire. You stand against me, aiding your heed as you drawn such a pathetic weapon that has been no use against me. Now tell me, Eserrgo: what is it that provokes such a pain? The memory is forever embedded in your mind, the corruption drowning them out. You're afraid of losing them again, the memories you have left. Shallow waters they're nearly distant. Walk away and you're called a coward. Fight and you might as well die. But for what cost? Her chin rose, showing a dominant structure within her prose. Her voice was soft, brisk and metallic. Gentle and firm grace in her speech, she had shown her pride and wits in mere choice of words. One could say she was provoking or merely enticing him. Battle scars arranged on her body, she bled the words of her dragon breed, but they were unknown to such beautiful, volatile creatures. Like most Anthraxia dragons, she obtains the main characteristics, but also delivers her own. Along the lining of her spine a roof of feathers stand up and out, reflecting the colors that floss the bright vibrant fire-like colors. Facial pinions hang from her neck and head, striking above her body as they flow with grace as like her body is structured. Her body type is lean and cat-like with long, well muscled hind legs and strong forearms. Smooth, glossy plating runs along her chest, haunches, neck, underbelly, tail and legs. Interlocking scales forming closely around the major parts of her body to where she can take extra damage than normal Anthraxia dragons. As far as colors go, she is covered with subtle banding, save for the elaborate banding found along the flanks, much akin to the coral beauty angelfish (slightly). Her extremities are tinged with lighter hues, and she was often distracted to their eyes as a fiery beast who bloomed like the vast suns of Vryllnithia. Like all Anthraxian's, she lacks pupils; however, her inner flesh of red and some moderate gold lining (and some yellow) created gradients alluding to pupils. They eyes are always giving off a soft sanguine (and sometimes golden—when she isn't enraged) glow, much like the wounds on her face, chest and stomach. Even when the eyes are closed at faint glow from the eye's brightest center could still be seen. Her tail was thick with power, holding it normally like a thick axe with curved, rigged bones tinged with the spikes that naturally curve, but is natural bone from her body. Her wings are marked with thick lacing feathers, interlocking and closely placed together to help her flight and agility, let alone stealth. Her wings are rounded and moderate in size, allowing for relatively agile and maneuverable flight. Picking up fast with flight, able to quickly take off and land with a breeze, she was one of best in class from the other Anthraxia. She has proved many times with and against Rapture, the training and testing grounds testing their abilities, especially as themselves for being Mothers. The leading edge of her primaries are fimbriate (fringe-like). Air traveling over these feathers would create micro-turbulence, muffling the noise that would normally be created by the beating of wings. This was highly advantageous because she can drop onto an enemy from the sky without being detected. Each wing sported a single, large hooked claw. Inconspicuously placed amongst her feathers, the talon was occasionally used as a hidden weapon. Inside her jaws there's a bio-luminescent glow that is harvested within her maw, creating a lambent golden glow emanating like a bright sun captured in her own jaws, illuminating the lament color of a golden sheen. Embedded on each and every claw there's an elongated talon (or enlarged claw, like on her wings) tucked along the side of her ankle and near her forearms, the claw curving around her ankle and forearm paw. Like the muscles in a switch-blade toe, the talon and toe can move from out of place and can be laid out flat or spread out when against an enemy or in battle, using it as a primary weapon on her front paws. Tipped down her spine is a splay or fan of feathers, fanning out like a fan itself, forming from the crest of her skull. Larger, primary, feathers form at the base with medium, then smaller feathers secured below the larger feathers (more over a single line of feathers from large to small). The wings are connected behind the body of his hind quarters and shoulders. She is very robust and compact, the majority of her strength lying right in her chest, legs, neck and flanks. Even the tail itself as well. The bright amethyst and golden sheen gives off a bright iridescence off each and every individual scale, detailed with patterns that come off as glossy. Few spikes rest near the nape of her neck and the lining of her chin, also near the base of her chest, stomach, neck, spike and crest, some of the hiding behind the feathers. Stripes running up the base of her stomach, the colors of a golden magma, leaching up from the stomach as if magma ran through her body. Scores, or deep trenches are embedded within her scales, even forming large pools, creating large masses of a pool of a lambent golden sheen, as if a golden magma or river flowing through her scales and body and over the flesh and scale, running through the bone. Even the same magma-like filled trenches are embedded at the very end of her tail, forming with the bones and curved spikes. Scars scored over her shoulders from old battles and waged wars, the claws striking her weak scales as she grew stronger as she lived and prospered, living as a Mother and a deity. She was formed and grazed with the talons of fierceness, volatility, piety, suppression, and the claws of blood and death, even been able to govern and control, but unstable herself. Two pinions, the "Rave Feather", resting on the crest of her head, one on each side, embedded at the side of her neck and crest. Large, thick spikes protrude from the main joints on both her forearms and haunches, gleaming streaks of a golden tint. When it comes to all bone, her skeletal structure is rigged with a deep black/indigo-blue. A iridescent sheen of a deep blue tinted over the bones, taking a glassy effect over the skeleton, icy leached over each and every individual bone. No feathers visible over her structure for they molt off her body as the transformation starts, her flesh stripped off the bone and body. Like the famous and infamous Syneath, they're inked with streaking rivers of color, embedded deep within the bone's core, seeping through the inside out. Turquoise-blue mists expunge from the nostrils, eye sockets, bones, her Zrydin, within the rib cage, cracks and joints of the bones—everywhere on her body. Sheets of the mists embed beneath the bone and within it, illuminating the colors as they stand out with a bright iridescence, lambent and vile. Golden streaks, trenches and pooling rivers flood over the bones, steeped with thick streams that run over the bones like a system of rivers traveling over her body. With the slightest indifference, her body capabilities are beyond the regular Anthraxia. Frill like spikes run down her spine with torn, serrated and stripped with holes embedded within the membranes. The years of ripping and tearing, her body presents the ages of war and their higher deity and rank, the rise of power escalating year after year, even in seconds as it becomes an inner feeling. Her eyes wandered upon Ezio, spotting no threat from this man. Arching back her neck she looked to him with a gentle spare of sympathy, which nearly uncommon for her personality. Her attention was grabbed by a short lancing pain grappling down her spine, a wince following through on her pain to dare conceal the pain. Jaws locked and bound with a steel shackle promptly placed around the muzzle, she was unable to open her jaws for a simple scream. More shackles were placed and locked around her ankles, forearms, neck, head, and tail. Her golden eyes were nearly liquid, pleading out her suffering and agony as Eserrgo promised he wouldn't give in. But neither was she. Arching her neck and spine, her talons and paws clutched together, her body sprung slowly from the ground, the chains and shackles restraining her body against the tightening tension she enforced. Her tail hammered with blunt force against the surface of the floor, her eyes marked with a sanguine streak, the volatility rising within every stepping enforcement she took. Wrenching her head from side to side, the chains rattling and pulling against her head, she had no use of breaking free from the imprisonment. Eserrgo smiled in the brisk moment, watching as the dragon fell from the pain. The joints in her front legs began to bend, her weight increasing on her own forearms, becoming weak under the immense pressure. Groaning her eyes bled the immense swirling sanguine, a scarlet-crimson shadow peeling over the surface. A smile blooming on her face, it was a mere act in play. Taking a small step back, her spine arched, the dragon stood on all fours, her eyes enticing and vibrant in a looming lambent color, the red immersed in different shades and hues. The shackles creaked and groaned under the increasing pressure, the chains snapping in the center, rattling over the floor as they collided against the surface. The spikes running down her spine fringed, protruding out from the flesh underneath the scale and bone. Bulking on her hind legs she wrenched her head to the left, hammering the side of her head against the flat, hardened wall. The shackle bound around her muzzle shattered and broke in half, falling to the ground from the weight of the steel. Clanging and riddling in echoes, the dragon's body collapsed back onto all fours, her eyes bleeding the sanguine bloodshed. Baring her teeth, the lips curling over the gums and teeth, she never tore her gaze from Eserrgo. Now you have your match. |
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| Ezio Auditore | Jun 19 2011, 07:03 PM Post #9 |
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Ezio takes the opportunity to knock the guard out and take his keys and open the door to the boy's cell. "I'm really sorry about all this. I didn't know you were down here. Let me go let your rider free." He says as he goes to the cell and takes the shackles off the boy. |
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| Vaelyis | Jul 10 2011, 10:33 PM Post #10 |
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Her eyes were embroiled with molten, liquid gold, the rivers pooling through the abyss as she stared down the man whom opposed her. Her attention was carried over to Ezio, her satisfaction certified in a manner she embraced with simple relish in her moment of time. Stepping back she watched the effect take place in a fashion she never hoped to see in her time of living, but even then the monster slips through unexpectedly. A prime during her years she made herself clear as a deity along the side of her sister, Rapture. Her breed comes to a simple clause: rapture, deception, and promise. She ensures her provocations, her endured years as being a leader and mother, she has become prone to anything that comes her way. Standing back, her eyes averted over to Eserrgo as she watched the liquidation of fear in his eyes. A smile bloomed rampant over the corners of her face, the blood soaking her eyes and grim smile. Now you see the fear, the strength, the power we have—you are weak to me and so small in what you can do. We're not a toy or a plaything to your honor. We're a creation made and born to instruct our decimation. And quite clearly a prophecy you're not fond of. Arching back her neck, her voice was focused to her rider. Arycid, you must leave before harm is done. I think harm was already done, he mused with a simple mock in his voice. Plumes of smoke expunged from her nostrils as she stood with her robust and broad body. Ruffling her wings she held no more intentions but her own. Attuning to Ezio her voice slipped through his mind. You must leave, get out of here with Arycid. Take him out front; I will meet you both when I am finished here. No fussing, testing or countering me. I shall not have it. Leave my sight and this premises. My work is almost finished here. Moments later Arycid arrived in front of the door. "You heard her: let's go." Arycid stood awaiting Ezio with his sword sheathed in his belt, his eyes stealing a glance at his dragon, watching the immoral beauty being immersed from her body with all of its glory. Dipping his head towards his dragon, knowing what she had to do. Be careful, Nytruin. I will, don't worry about me. |
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| Ezio Auditore | Jul 11 2011, 06:58 AM Post #11 |
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Ezio just nodded his head and grabbed Arycid and ran to the elevator at the end of the hallway. Without saying a word, they got on the elevator and pressed the lobby button. "She's a beautiful dragon. When did you two first meet?" Ezio asked. |
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