In Karaza’s hand, the scale’s aura flares into a bright flame; her mind clears and her arm begins to sposta as if it has its own mind. Karaza’s body twists itself in an intricate dance, the scale flashes across the demon’s hide, tearing its flesh, burning the hate and jealousy and bloodlust out. A final cut, far deeper than the scale’s physical form could penetrate, rent the monster in two.
Time restarts.
Karaza looks at the scale in her hand, then down at the demon’s broken body. She knows that she is the one that killed it, but all she remembers is a bright light. The demon’s dead arm flops over, striking Sven, who cries out mindlessly.
“It’s dead.” Karaza’s voice is hollow. “I-I killed it, it won’t bother us again.”
“No, it won’t.” Aaron was back on his feet. “Sven, Get up! Apologize.” Sven gets up and tries to speak, but all he can do is nod to Karaza and slink to a corner of the cave.”Bah, clearly this cave being special was just a rumor.” Aaron sighs. “Well, I guess I’ll get rid of the body, I for one am not sleeping with a demon, even if it is dead.”
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Vilicus awoke and immediately knew something was different. He resisted the urge to test the bonds on his mind; it would only draw attention to him. He walked to the opening of the cave and looked up. A patrol was returning, and he recognized Calana, her scales like a mantello of rubies, at the lead. At the sight of her, the cracks in the suffocating shell of darkness widened, allowing Vilicus’s withered soul to drink in light – but only a little. “When I escape,” Vilicus thought, “I will free her, too.”
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Karaza, Sven, and Aaron where heading for the remains of a burnt town in cerca of weapons. Sven had mentioned the need to find pistole for protection, but Aaron shook his head. “Guns won’t break through a dragon’s scales, and they won’t put a big enough hole in a demon.” Aaron paused, “However, a good, old - fashioned sword should do the trick. As long as te don’t cut yourself.”
Aaron noticed that Karaza seemed withdrawn and motioned for Sven to her. Sven knew what he had to say and slowed his pace, allowing Karaza to draw even with him.
“Kara,” he detto softly, “I - I’m sorry about that whole thing, it’s just, I had a weird feeling, like te could see into my soul o something.” Glancing at Sven’s aura, Karaza allowed herself a slight smile. Indeed, she could; in a way. His aura was radiating his embarrassment and uncertainty and, on a deeper level, it showed his character in shifting, shimmering colors.
“I understand, I do seem to have that effect on people.”
They reach the charred remains of the town. There was no stench of death; all the bodies had been burnt away da the dark fire. Despite Aaron’s arguments, they all hoped to find some kind of firearms and ammunition, but every shell they found had detonated in the heat of the flames. Sven was crossing the empty spazio where a rather large house once stood when he fell inoltrare, avanti with a cry. Aaron and Karaza jogged toward him and, seeing that he was fully recovered and only slightly embarrassed, examined the disturbed ash where he had fallen. They both notice the raised lip at the same time.
“It’s a trapdoor,” Karaza breathed, knowing what it implied.
“Solid steel, too.” Aaron added. “I can’t see the fires getting trough that.”
Time restarts.
Karaza looks at the scale in her hand, then down at the demon’s broken body. She knows that she is the one that killed it, but all she remembers is a bright light. The demon’s dead arm flops over, striking Sven, who cries out mindlessly.
“It’s dead.” Karaza’s voice is hollow. “I-I killed it, it won’t bother us again.”
“No, it won’t.” Aaron was back on his feet. “Sven, Get up! Apologize.” Sven gets up and tries to speak, but all he can do is nod to Karaza and slink to a corner of the cave.”Bah, clearly this cave being special was just a rumor.” Aaron sighs. “Well, I guess I’ll get rid of the body, I for one am not sleeping with a demon, even if it is dead.”
/////
Vilicus awoke and immediately knew something was different. He resisted the urge to test the bonds on his mind; it would only draw attention to him. He walked to the opening of the cave and looked up. A patrol was returning, and he recognized Calana, her scales like a mantello of rubies, at the lead. At the sight of her, the cracks in the suffocating shell of darkness widened, allowing Vilicus’s withered soul to drink in light – but only a little. “When I escape,” Vilicus thought, “I will free her, too.”
/////
Karaza, Sven, and Aaron where heading for the remains of a burnt town in cerca of weapons. Sven had mentioned the need to find pistole for protection, but Aaron shook his head. “Guns won’t break through a dragon’s scales, and they won’t put a big enough hole in a demon.” Aaron paused, “However, a good, old - fashioned sword should do the trick. As long as te don’t cut yourself.”
Aaron noticed that Karaza seemed withdrawn and motioned for Sven to her. Sven knew what he had to say and slowed his pace, allowing Karaza to draw even with him.
“Kara,” he detto softly, “I - I’m sorry about that whole thing, it’s just, I had a weird feeling, like te could see into my soul o something.” Glancing at Sven’s aura, Karaza allowed herself a slight smile. Indeed, she could; in a way. His aura was radiating his embarrassment and uncertainty and, on a deeper level, it showed his character in shifting, shimmering colors.
“I understand, I do seem to have that effect on people.”
They reach the charred remains of the town. There was no stench of death; all the bodies had been burnt away da the dark fire. Despite Aaron’s arguments, they all hoped to find some kind of firearms and ammunition, but every shell they found had detonated in the heat of the flames. Sven was crossing the empty spazio where a rather large house once stood when he fell inoltrare, avanti with a cry. Aaron and Karaza jogged toward him and, seeing that he was fully recovered and only slightly embarrassed, examined the disturbed ash where he had fallen. They both notice the raised lip at the same time.
“It’s a trapdoor,” Karaza breathed, knowing what it implied.
“Solid steel, too.” Aaron added. “I can’t see the fires getting trough that.”
Wings beating,
Lungs heaving.
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
fuoco dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling.
Nightmare
Incarnate.
fuoco dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
This poem tells of a dark dragon hunting. As the poem says, the dark Draghi are everyone's worst fear. No one really knows what being this dragon killed. The dark Draghi are known for their flame, which is black. Their eyes also have a più maniacal cast to them, as opposed to normal dragons.
Lungs heaving.
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
fuoco dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling.
Nightmare
Incarnate.
fuoco dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
This poem tells of a dark dragon hunting. As the poem says, the dark Draghi are everyone's worst fear. No one really knows what being this dragon killed. The dark Draghi are known for their flame, which is black. Their eyes also have a più maniacal cast to them, as opposed to normal dragons.