<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:#404040>D a y[/b] › 1 <b style=color:#404040>Q u a r t e r[/b] › Tria (Correct?) <b style=color:#404040>Y e a r[/b] › 2 <b style=color:#404040>S p e e c h[/b] › <b style=color:brown>"In parenthesis and bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#404040>T h o u g h t s[/b] › <font color=brown>Underlined</font> <b style=color:#404040>T e l e p a t h s[/b] › <font color=brown>{In brackets}</font> <b style=color:#404040>C h a r a c t e r[/b] › Gabriel Ñemisa Hirosuki Open RP- Gab doesn't bite :P A creature perambulated within the obscurity of cryptic nadir, stalking through the shadows of midnight; his configuration leanly built as one could espy yet amany were not so imprudent to carnage with an individual of his age and dexterity. His movements lethargically yet herculean, wavering neither to right nor left but rather straight forward- pupils of onyx chromatism centered within a natatorium of crimson scrutinized the acreage intently, glimpsing into his bizarre oculus one could see hues of sierra swirling morbidly around his pupils at a listless pace. Muscles rippled beneath his obsidian pelt which was embellished with light mahogany rosettes, resembling the "spots" of an earthen leopard methodically. Despite his penetrating appearances this male was anything but a cold hearted individual- infact he was rather jocular, charismatic, and charming pendragon. His branding none other than Gabriel Ñemisa Hirosuki -- He went by Gab, the diminutive nickname his friends were acquired to calling him. The terrain was barren, a wasteland as some would proclaim it... What Gab was doing here, even had his own mentality perplexed- of course he was no stranger to this place or any other fragment of Ramath-Lehi... In his 7 000 year life he had seen all there was to see, felt all their was to feel, and enjoyed every modicum that this planet had to offer. Balking abruptly he jostled his monolithic pedicle into the algid sand, lifting it slightly he let the particles of earth seep through the cracks of his fingers and blow to the east with the winds. Ah... This reminded him of the time he had left to live which was absconding from his grasp and flying haphazardly like the shifting weather. However unlike others, he looked to it with no apprehension- from birth fear never flowed through his veins, he always pushed forward into the bedimmed with gallantry and vigor despite any hindrances which were hurled his way. His optics narrowed upon the opposing velocity, perlustrating every detail of the desert-- he didn't like being watched upon and had his share of assassins and spies already on his back. But these vexations did nothing to his friendly and open personality which perhaps was his only weakness... Masc continued padding through the desert parcel; strapped over his shoulder was his most revered weapon... Gab was a weaponry specialist, and a very commendable one- he had knowledge in every weapon made... Infact he knew about the illegal one's as well, including his sniping riffle which had been outlawed from the planet due to various reasons. Masc snickered leniently as his gun soon dematerialized; he wasn't stupid and wouldn't be caught traveling with the riffle clearly visible. His endowment in the dark arts benefited him well over the elongated years and he had learned everything he could about the subject- making him a lethal master of the socery. In the faint phosphorescence sheathed from the full moon above, it was noted the three stripes he had acquired- two on his right cheek and one on his left. The feats he overcame to gain such honors were problematic and had their numerous sacrifices; however, upon looking back he wouldn't exchange the strenuous moments for anything the world had to offer... For he gained much knowledge and wisdom through those laborious trials, no treasure could ever assimilate. One of the most eccentric characteristics of his being would be his triplet plumes which swayed in dissimilar directions while he continued on his lethargically path. The left and right appendages twas a sheer carbon copy while the middle one was mechanical- the metallic surface glinted reticently. Numerous wires, cables, and machina entwisted in and around his center tail; which was more sinister than it seemed. Suspended upon the atmosphere of his each plume excluding the equidistant was the typical flame of a male pendragon. Yet Gab's conflagration was dimmed, barely visible while it flickered a deep scarlet chromatism- thus it never distracted too much attention... However at will he could burst them into a combustion of vibrant crimson and orange flames, causing his physical frame to be immune to the element... fire... Ah a interesting specimen of the pendragon species Gabriel was... Never the less -- the land may have been barren, but certainly not desolated... For Gab had detected the presents of others... Or perhaps, his senses could have mistaken him? </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe was in a good mood. He had torment both his son and Yoh well for the past few days and was even in a good enough mood to leaving his hidden dwelling to have some fun. His current 'victims' had become boring. He had already hurt both of them emotionally and physically and needed something a bit more interesting. He used a old spell and used it to look for the strongest in the area. Gabriel's image appeared in front of him "lets see what he has"he cast a search spell and it reveled his weapon "a riffle...this looks interesting" Drileahe then dove into the sand and moved through it as if it were air and came up from the sand behind Gabriel "fight?"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Lengthen up your next post. Try to describe your characters feelings, past, surroundings, physical description and motions etc. Oh ^____^ And thanks Jon-kins for spell checking *nudge wink nudge* Gabriel was not stupid nor nescient of his barren surroundings; his senses vigilant and the presents of another he could kinesthesia before sight and smell. Only the feebleminded dared to challenge this pendragon with his knowledge and aptitude- Gab was a reserved individual and only fought when it was essential, thus invitations to join in warfare were pathetic, immature, and ludicrous in his analytical mentality. The obsidian masc balked minutes before the expected "other" would materialize- he knew veraciously where he was to emerge and precisely when. With an indifferent yawn, his metallic canids and rows of aciculate teeth were clearly visible, glinting reticently in the faint phosphorescence. Abruptly Drileahe ascended from the earth infront of him; Gab gave it no thought nor showed any sign that he was impressed... Dipping his muzzle ethereally in a swift yet punctilious bow, baritone vocals reverberated from his larynx; escaping lingual cavity through parted jowls in diminutive colloquy. Habitually, he was obsequious despite the other's malevolent intentions... <b style=color:brown>"Salutations... And the answer is no..."[/b] With that he convoluted his configuration around toward the east with the desert winds- Notios Sudesha hadn't changed over the years and Gab wasn't surprised... This place as he once quoted would always adhere morbid souls. His riffle was still concealed with the spell he had cast upon it; though it could be counteracted by another dark master, Gab never worried... Shoulder blades rose and lowered with every herculean stride which lifted monolithic pedicles upon the granules of desert grit fluently. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, infact he never was- the male 'dragon never fought unless provoked first and his or another individual's life was on the line. Besides there were more substantial duties to attend with; triplet plumes swayed idly batting against robust hackles time over time. His orbicular auds swiveled erectly about his sierra and obsidian dappled pericranium, listening intently to every rustling intonation sheathed from near and afar. The tattoo upon Gab's left hackle- a sniping riffle, basically implied his total being... The "Reticent Solider". Of course the male 'dragon with his inborn shapeshifting petentiality could change that marking or his entire configuration at will; however, he didn't find that necessary at least at the moment... He was known to take on various physics, aliases, and other forms of trickery- sometimes it was of dial importance to keep himself /low/, yet things were beginning to lose paramountcy with his age and "life expectancy" which peculiarly enough this pendragon waited for with a slight sense of profound felicity. No, he wasn't suicidal or waiting for an assassin to come along and kill him freely- Gab simply didn't fear death... Perhaps that with other eloquent factors precipitated him through the numerous missions the Graders had sent him on. Never the less -- the Ramathian moons were suspended within the abyss, convoyed along with the far off planets which sonorously from Ramath-Lehi were tantamount with the scintillating stars which formed numerous constellations within the celestials. Gabriel had an odd sense of passion with the empyreans; a star gazer since infancy some would quote. His fascination for the heavens began with his father, whom was a master astrologist- he had sowed the seed of love and respect for the skies; even though Gab never took after his father's trade it was still evident that he had much knowledge when it came to such matters. Vertebrae made that agitating manducating modulation as masc rolled his neck to alleviate the slight stiffness- twas habitual. He kept meandering forward away from Drileahe whom was "aching for a challenge", Gab didn't know who this individual was, clearly a stranger to his mentality and nothing more. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ Cynik Rasa'myeja ¤ #10, Male, 2500 ¤ Necromancy (J) ¤ Telepathy (J) \\ IC Jogging along the blistering desert sands was torture for his paws. But he cared not for the dull pain that followed the burns he had recieved the hours before. Emotionless and void of any feeling was his character this night. Not many days was he this robotic. He was lifeless, yes, but robotic was an adjective not usually used to describe this poor soul. Losing his parents to murderers had hardened him beyond belief, and everyone was quite an annoyance in his eyes. He lived for one purpose. And one purpose only. To find his parents' murderer. That was all he wished for. He had given up wishing he were with them; either their being alive or his being in Fronima with them. His grandmother outright forbade his trying either one; dark magic to bring them back, if it were even possible, and staging his own suicide to get to Fronima that much faster. Respecting her wishes, he would never try either. He may be robotic, but he was respectful to her, and her alone. But he would never stop searching for their murderer. That was certain. Raising his scaled wings in a stretch, the black and equally large pendragon glares over the nighttime dunes. Ah. Others. Well, with his skills in telepathy, he would see what they knew. If nothing, then on he would trek. But, he desired not to meet them head-on. Not yet, anyway. A quick shift, and a second later, the enormous ebony pendragon has morphed into an average sized aktrieor; one of his favorite shapes. He picks up speed, running not at them, as it would be out of character for this pendragon-hating predatory avian to do such, but around them. Circling them at a safe distance. Watching them. And when he got close enough, he'd listen to their thoughts and root around their minds for the information he desired. They'd never know the difference, as no one but he would ever make use of the information he would find. That is, this was the plan, assuming that he could get close enough..</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Life was a day by day excursion as Gabriel saw it, with vexations bedimmed within the encrypted nadir of fate. He wasn't a keen telepath and never found much interest in the subject- it could have been his sheer philosophy that information within one's mentality was never to be peered upon and scrutinized. No one had the right to do so at least from his perspective; of course he also didn't care about anyone else's life history and what data they had stored within the intricate segmentations of their cerebrum. However there was one solitary exception- if anyone had even the slightest modicum of information concerning his beloved wife's murder... That in itself was an entirely different story; Gab was bend on revenge when it came to Zoraica's death, that he had a callused enough heart to torture and kill her assassin. That event wasn't like this pendragon, but rather an unremorseful act from a morbid individual, a lost soul... However, the years had rustled by like the ever-changing winds; there was an intense disparage for the ones who paid to have Zoraica killed, yet this anger and hate mellowed... For Gab had overcame the hurdle of forgiveness; but he stilled wished to find these individuals, give them a piece of his mentality and than kill them... He had forgiven and found peace within himself over the matter, but he didn't want another family going through the same pain sheathed from these characters' deeds if he in his dynamism could do something about it. Gab didn't hate the pendragons as beings but rather their obdurate execution of their deeds... However even with that said he still strongly believed that individual's must pay for their actions regardless of the sacrifice. Dahlia tainted oculus bracketed with onyx were still upon the celestials; though it twas midnight and cryptic shadows twas suspended over the voluminous desert Gab could see his surroundings acutely in a bright yellow and orange pigment which was the effect of his machina enhanced optics. However unlike other experimentations who were part mechanical, this male 'dragon had only one significant detail which would sent an adumbration of his laboratory experience -- Gabriel's middle tail and nothing more. For his eyes and every detail of his leanly built configuration was sonorously identical before and after the genetic enhancement. Never the less, his scrutinizing gaze gravitated and abruptly laid adamant upon the high flying avian -- an aktrieor... His senses whirled into a slight dishevelment of seeing such a creature above, he hurled several thoughts aside but remained vigilant of this raptor's presents. For Gabriel could never ignore anything; be it a appalling pendragon monstrosity or a simple animal such as a whis crawling upon a blade of malachite grass. As for Drileahe, obsidian masc didn't give much thought- of course he never could tell one's full aptitude by a mere glance and a showy sorcery trick of ascending through the earth. Gab would rather be on a mission right now as peculiar as it may sound-- he always yearned for adventure and that sudden laborious predicament. Ah he loved the rush of adrenalin pumping expeditiously through his veins; reminded him of his first assignment for the reigning authorities, it seemed virtually impossible and formidable compared to the later ones... Perhaps it was his lack of knowledge, strength, and dexterity at that timing which made the task seem like it was over his head. Gabriel had so far espied nothing exhilarating- just a morbid elder 'dragon and an avian raptor... Of course he knew better, some things weren't always what they seemed and as far as his past experiences had demonstrated -- you don't expect tragedy... It just comes.... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe was ferious. He had been bored to death with his curtain enemies and needed something to fight. He has spent all this time looking for a n eqaul to fight and he just says no. there was no way he was just going to leave. Drileahe though if he could povoke him he might make him anger enought to fight "alright then, i guese ill just go kill some wifes and parents instead"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Orbicular auds swiveled about obsidian pericranium; Gabriel balked momentarily, his metallic talons extracted idly from his monolithic pedicles. Masc took felicity in eccentric sensation of the sand particles unearthed from the alluvium by the insouciant abrasion of his claws- he gave no thought to the orals yelled out from the virtually deranged individual. Even though the male 'dragon was already far off, a mere speck among the desert dunes -- Gabriel could hear him, that's how astonishingly intuitive his auditory system was. A baritone chuckle reverberated from his larynx, escaping lingual cavity through parted onyx jowls; masc clearly had a tenacious English provincialism. After the habitual convoluting of his shoulder blades he responded; however this pendragon wasn't imprudent as Driheale to be lamenting across the barren acreage... He'd telepath instead of using vociferating on a futile attempt of communication, honestly in Gabriel's analytical mentality hollering across the desert was pathetic. <font color=brown>{You go ahead and do that. I'm not a hero the gods sent to save the world from it's already corrupt society... To end the murder, pain, despair, decent, and overall chaos is not my supervened intendment; neither is such a task to be placed upon a solitary individual as their duty, for one in all his power could not rescue this planet from it's decaying state... And neither can one emancipate all the wives, husbands, children, and family members who die on a daily basis.}</font> Ivorn canids protruded from his upper lip as a delusive grin etched across his muzzle; shoulder blades rose and lowered dexterously with every herculean stride which ambulated his five foot configuration. Crimson optics narrowed upon scrutinizing the velocity ahead- amany who knew Gabriel personally would admit he wasn't easy to anger nor provoke. However the masc was known to fight if necessary, usually to abet another in a just cause. His attention had never left that of the high flying raptor, all of which gave him a perplexing sense of being spied upon. The male 'dragon didn't take it blissfully if a spy was watching him, of course who would? Gabriel however was skeptical about the avian creature, but still didn't throw aside anything that could eventuate. He'd watch the akterieor attentively for any modicum that was out of the creature's sheer behavior. Gabriel could sense Drileahe's antagonism -- he'd do anything to fight which was clearly becoming evident. His answer "no" probably did mock and agitate the opposing, but the male 'dragon found it straight to the point. Gabriel wasn't going to expire his energy on a fight without a just cause, he honestly rather waste his dynamism attempting to play a game of Jemdrull, though he was utterly abhorrent. Individual's didn't have to be good at sports to have fun, but he'd leave the professional Jemdrull to the experienced players. Ah... Maybe he'd take the youngest of his children to the Tsupeon during one of the games -- Gabriel loved his kids and had 16 whom were still healthy and living... Most of which were already past the age of 2 000 except Julia, Kida, Thai, and Davis. It was true he was overly protective of them, even the older ones since the passing of Zoraica and later Xiama and Azaria. However Gabriel wasn't alone in watching over his numerous children, he had countless allies whom he entrusted with their safety. Never the less, he was getting slightly bored but still remained vigilant. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>He was getting really annoyed now. He had tryed to get gim angry but he had failed. all gab had done was give him a speech on how bad the world was, which Drileahe already knew. I was even worse that he had enough stength to give him a exciting fight. loh well ill try once more... l "then i guese ill just go kill your wife, wait I already did"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Gabriel balked once again, his analytical mentality was getting agitated over the schizophrenic male 'dragon vociferating over the barren desert- either he was really obtuse or possessed such an unquenchable thirst for a fight that he was trying to blow Gabriel's enshrouded cover. At the rampant timing, he didn't need to be communicating via lamenting-- spies, assassins and others nearby could get the adumbration that he was here. The mentioning of his beloved wife was such a erratic way of ameliorating his attention that even the dark gods would have been appeased by Drileahe's proposition. He was about to let an admonition growl emit from his larynx; but abruptly he regained his tranquilized temperament- the habitual asymmetrical grin was etched across obsidian jowls. His bittersweet crimson oculars swirled with a chromatism of sierra narrowed upon the velocity toward the horizon where the deranged one stood. Virtually everything Gabriel did was conducted in sheerly reticent, be it communicating or engaging in warfare. Infact it was surprising that Drileahe was still alive, he was so loud and obnoxious, that it only made this masc wonder why an assassin hadn't already swiped him off the physiognomy of the planet. <font color=brown>{You are pathetic... Stupidity... Stupidity... Stupidity... If you had intentions to kill Zoracia, with your maniacal personality I know you would have done the dirty work yourself instead of sending an assassin. I am not psychopathic- pick a fight with someone in your range who is schizophrenic enough as yourself to engage in warfare for the cause of absurdity.....}</font> The mentioning of his wife was slightly suspicious yet he knew that one of such a character would have sheathed the blood himself rather than having a henchmen do the work for him. Drileahe had to be a telepath to know he had a wife who was deceased -- or it could have been a agog hypnosis. Gabriel once again regained his composure and began to perambulate across the voluminous acreage; oculus diverted toward the opposing sand dunes which sonorously stretched for miles at a time. The erratic raptor was still flying aimlessly within the celestials- though no thought was given... Obsidian masc knew not why he was meandering through the sandy alluvium, his rationalization for being here was still perplexing. At will and with sheer simplicity, Gabriel could use his sorcery endowment and materialize elsewhere within Ramath-Lehi; but he had the deviant sentimentality to stay for now... With an indifferent yawn which escaped his lingual cavity, the male 'dragon scrutinized the empyreans. For the sheer beguilement of it Gabriel could set a time activated mine and blow it up only to see sand aviate within the atmospheric velocity and watch as a monolithic mushroom cloud ascends into the onyx abyss. Of course he wasn't destructive and wouldn't set off a mine, bomb, or other explosive to see "pretty" clouds in the elysian. The male 'dragon reclined upon robust hackles, his triplet plumes wavered about in dissimilar directions; skimming across the particles of desert grit presently called sand. Gabriel was merely star gazing, branding the different constellations in his mentality and recollecting all the astrological knowledge learned from his deceased father. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>l this guy is really annoying me... l {you make no sence at all. you have a frelling gun and your a pacifist. You are the strongest pendragon in this interior desert and all you want to do is look at the stupid spy in the sky?} Drileahe telaported infront of Gab and pulled back his leg and quickly pulled it forward to kick him "think fast starboy"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Gabriel snickered deviously; he had agitated the schizophrenic individual dexterously... What a aberrant day this was, in the middle of a barren desert with only the sand dunes to chaperon him; the male 'dragon thought of the stars to have more mentality than the deranged creature. The adrenalin within his veins flowed expeditiously as his heart continued his rhythmical siphoning. His senses sent into an ataxia demeanor; masc was counting down to the apprehended materialization of Drileahe. The opposing creature appeared abruptly and swung his hind leg at Gabriel, immediately his configuration blurred with a sheer alacritous burst of speed as he moved competently to the periphery. The movements were not even a second on either's behalf but rather a mere fraction, a modicum of time itself. As one could clearly espy, Gabriel was on the side reclined upon robust hackles as if his frame at just embodied there. The male 'dragon was nimble and sonorously could shift positions at supersonic speed. <font color=brown>{You were saying?}</font> He mockingly coughed lightly and rolled his neck vertebrae which made that masticating intonation. His crimson tainted tail flames were monotone, a dim oscillation which never burst into a combustion from rage for Gabriel was anything but. He found this incident to be of sheer beguilement; the raptor in the empyreans worried him more than the opposing currently. For the male 'dragon had always found that the most lethal dangers and vexations were reticent. Gabriel licked the inside of his lingual cavity idly before arising from his sitting demeanor; with lethargically mannered motions he began to perambulated once again past Drileahe... He had his share of quick amusements from this individual's yearning to fight. What Gabriel didn't see in the matter was that he wanted an equal match; which sonorously must have meant they were at least the same level. However, obsidian masc didn't want to fight with an individual who clearly was irrational-- The male 'dragon could cast a strength or mind spell to detect the opposing creature's capabilities but what would be the point of that... He wasn't here to engage in combat... His senses stayed acquainted with his surroundings; scrutinizing every detail which came into the velocity of his dahlia oculars. Some things were just not right about the current predicament... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"i was saying that you like to show off" Â Drileahe was slowly getting more angry "if you dont want to ill just go kill someone... He was just so bored of him acting so peaceful. He mumbled something that slowly turned into a screech "vluna...yv...pAUSH" an excessively large mass of dark energy formed in his hand. He threw it and it split into numerous smaller ones that quickly headed towards Gabriel</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Gabriel's mentality was getting exceedingly agitated but habitually he kept his composure; he wasn't far off from Drileahe but merely ten feet behind. Elliptical auds flattened upon his obsidian pericranium momentarily, but soon rose erect heavenward. Abruptly he heard him vociferate and watched intently, the seconds sonorously like minutes as the masc lowered his ruggedly chiseled cranium beneath his lean shoulder blades. As the sorcery attack was hurled at him on an attempt to lacerate his configuration- Gabriel quadrupeds tensed than exonerated propelling him over the blades, his physic convoluted to the periphery and he slid expeditiously out of the way. The farthest epee to the right was nearly going to decussate his onyx muzzle but he pulled his neck back a modicum before. He than stood reticently, crania descended beneath his shoulders again as his neck vertebrae straightened perpendicularly. <b style=color:brown>"Uritt pahetkams..."[/b] His voice reverberated into a series of echoes as he perambulated forward with his habitual heruclean stride; Gabriel had enough and if Drileahe wanted to play this insensate game, so be it... Metallic talons extracted from his monolithic pedicles, unearthing particles of desert grit from the alluvium. Immediately after his spoken orals a black hole began to open in the atmospheric velocity, the diminutive opening expanded voluminously into a monolithic portal which abruptly began to draw in everything a mile within the velocity. The skies were atramentous for all light, non living and living matter alike was being sucked into abysmal crepuscule. Gabriel was inanimate, his entire being unaffected by the destruction thus he wasn't being sucked into the vortex of eternal caliginosity. His right forelimb extended precipitously, keeping Drileahe from being sucked in along with everything else. The sands virtually blinded anything on the ground and Gabriel wasn't appeased by much of anything- he was agitated, and amany knew that made him lethal. <font color=brown>{Do NOT attempt anything on me... I will NOT play your imbecilic games!}</font> What made him so dangerous was the sheer fact that Gabriel had nothing to lose- his "life expectancy" was close... Anything he did came out in extravagant force and aptitude. But this time he was merely thrusting his point across, though it may have not seemed like it... A mocking grin crinkled across his eburnean jowls while he lifted his right pedicle into the air, the dark energy was clenched around Drileahe's neck and gravitating him into the atmosphere while choking his throat at the same time. Gabriel slammed his left paw against the terra and immediately the black hole dematerialized, leaving utter chaos behind... There was a massive crater where they stood; one solitary mile long and wide. Obsidian masc lowered his right limb expeditiously, dropping Drileahe upon the desert sands... An eerie hiss escaped his larynx while he stood apoplectic- he took a resonant breath than exhaled. Oculars of crimson chromatism dilated as he scrutinized every detail of the velocity; he had done it again... Gabriel at times couldn't control his own dynamism, infact he never knew the destruction he caused until he finally calmed down. The dark energy had literally taken this individual over at times, not to the point of utter aberration but rather flowing through his veins causing him to arouse attacks which were too efficacious for the current predicament. His crania inclined to the right than left, he was breathing heavily though remained still full of potentiality... In his analytical mentality there was a monolithic hole in the desert which shouldn't have been manifested in the first place; it was his own actions which grieved him more than Drileahe trying to bring out his belligerent nature. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='698AAB'>Cynik stares in his bird form. Though he was seething within. A pair of murderers lie below, one more for the good side, though questionable, and one most definitely evil, and who seemed to care not that he was provoking someone who could desintigrate him. Aye, Cynik hadn't seen the gun, even from his vantage point. But rooting about in Gabriel's mind had found the weapon, and the memory of recently concealing it on his body with a powerful spell. Cynik had heard of it before, and knew it's powers. If this Drileahe wanted to die, as he apparently wanted a fight to the death for some odd reason, all he had to do was stay in that weapon's line of sight. Poof. No more 'master of evil'. There wouldn't even be a carcass to mourn over. Not that Cynik expected someone to mourn this one. His memories were laden with bad tricks, nasty doings, and scathing promises to those who wished to align themselves with him. They were both rather powerful, and each had long memories, even though they may have 'forgotten' them, their mind simply stored the memories where they couldn't be found. Neither, however, had any knowledge of his family. Besides one passing meeting that this Gabriel had in his memory banks, and Drileahe had nothing of them at all, they knew nothing of importance. However, because both were rather strong, and he felt no particular fear from the weapon-slinging 'dragon, he'd stick around and see if this old timer could make it through this fight that the other wouldn't let him escape. Perhaps discuss with him a few things, should he live, and be in a mood to chat, once the other was dispatched of, one way or another. Cynik had no fear of dying, for he knew what lie ahead for him, especially if he was killed. So he heads off a bit, but continues watching from a distance. Instant Fronima, should either of them kill him. He wouldn't be trapped in purgatory for suicide, or for evil deeds weighing on his heart to tip the scales against a feather - for he had none to mention. The selfish quest of finding his parents' murderers was really the only thing he'd ever done that could be considered 'wrong'.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"better than yoh..." he muttered to himself as he watched in awe at the blackhole as he tryed to conter the pull. when it ended he landed back on the ground badly and quickly stood up "you really do like space dont you? he made a odd movment of his claws and he uttered loudly "Penamteymt nolsegli!" a smale foot long line appeared hovering in the air . It slowly flipped it self over in to a square, then a cube. Then into a hypercube and quickly went out of control and multipled itself into a swirling mass of sharp lines a hundred  times larger then it orginally was "sujdas:durjeal" the mass then quickly went at gabriel</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Gabriel was hesitate about using his riffle, but if he wanted to kill, well that in itself was another story; the silenced high power snipping riffle or SHPSR as he had affectionately branded it was a wonderfully lethal weapon and the masc could easily get away with murder for it would leave not a solitary modicum of evidence... Of course an eye witness or two could have the chance of seeing the episode since he was in the open, but with numerous alliances in eminent positions, his records could be wiped conclusively clean. That is if he was even charged with the murder, he held up such a commendable reputation, few dared point a finger at him for any detrimental deed. In addition to the weapon's sheer astonishing design, Gabriel had impeccable accuracy, he wouldn't miss the shot if he laboriously tried with Drileahe being so close. However the male 'dragon wasn't a murder, he didn't like to kill even though he was exorbitantly good at it. If he was being paid, perhaps -- but he only did services for those who could find a lead on his beloved wife's murder. Nothing else he would accept as pay, and the information had better be true... Gabriel wasn't an evil character, he seemed to be kind, generous, polite, and charming... He was loyally married for nearly his entire life; the male 'dragon had 16 healthy and happy children, all of whom he was quite protective of including the eldest. But like many things on Ramath-Lehi, one never knows the entire truth, so you can be the judge of that. Never the less-- Gabriel's crania was slowly rising above his shoulder blades as his agitated mood absconded. He still wasn't appeased by the damage that he had caused, it disgraced his soul but Drileahe had provoked him to the point where he just wanted to demonstrate that he never played any shenanigan. Engaging in skirmishes and killing Gabriel didn't take gratification in- the masc wanted to set an amenable example for his children, all of which looked up to him with respect and profound love. His auditory senses detected his Ramathian intonation and to Gabriel's utter disgust this wasn't exactly what he was hoping Drileahe would arouse the dark forces to manifest. The obsidian masc took abysmal breaths and stood reticent, inanimate and concentrated as if he were preoccupied with watching the dimensions split -- which infact he wasn't. Right pedicle lifted above the earth and he clenched his fingers, something was in his grasp- though too diminutive to espy. As Drileahe was distracted with his sorcery attack, the male 'dragon dropped a pea sized contraption into the sands. Immediately it burrowed into the alluvium and was gone... Than before the blades even were hurled at him, Gabriel's pace liquidized into a hypersonic run- he had to be at least 1.68 miles out of the perimeter if he had hopes of not getting... blown up.... The cuspate blades were now hurled after him... His lithe configuration contorted in and out like an earthen cheetah; while running his tail flames burst into a combustion of vibrant orange and red chroma. He wasn't antagonized but rather had flickered the magical conflagrations to arouse his upcoming attack and than the detonation..... The pea sized implement he had dropped upon the earth while Drileahe was summoning his attack was actually a devastating bomb... As the contrivance quickly dug it's way into the earth, it aggrandized or expanded into a monolithic "killer". Upon detonation the thermonuclear weapon would explode and destroy the surrounding acreage... But it wasn't for that purpose he planted it; no... it twas radiation... Radiation so intense, any individual within twenty miles of the perimeter was dead within minutes from agonizing sickness if they already hadn't disintegrated with the massive explosion that was. Gabriel halted and whispered in his habitual lethargically demeanor tone... <b style=color:brown>"Sena ra tsell..."[/b] The blades balked inches before his muzzle and he stood reticently infront of the monolithic four dimensional attack. The desert grit particles which were blowing with the eastern winds had halted as well... Everything was frozen in time, but only momentarily... Gabriel had to regain his energy quick and destroy the blades while they were inanimate. His configuration ascended upon two herculean pedicles, a crepuscular holocaust raged beneath and around the circumference of his physic as he pushed the blades without touching them so that they were twenty feet infront. Yelling angrily, his stride liquidized into another expeditious dash toward the dark magic- extracting his metallic talons he swiped his pedicle to the periphery and down; causing a monolithic projection of his claws larger than that of the blades to pragmatize and slash down in streaks of sombre. Immediately upon impingement the blades evanesced and Gabriel descended upon all four pedicles again, just than time recapitulated... Gabriel began to dematerialize, his configuration pixilated until he simply vanished only to open a portal forty five miles away and slip out... Amazingly unharmed but clearly debilitated. With narrowed oculars a switch appeared in his right pedicle, he flipped the metallic covering with his thumb- than pushed a diminutive obsidian button which detonated the bomb. Abruptly a cacophonous explosion was heard while the desert landscape violently vibrated like an earthquake had struck. Than Gabriel's most endeared part, the habitual mushroom cloud ascended into the star scintillating abyss- blotching the lambency above with aphotic smoke... Eccentrically a mocking grin crinkled across his jowls, causing ivorn canids to protrude from his upper lip in sheer delight... Drileahe wanted a fight, Gabriel gave it to him... The male 'dragon didn't have the intention to kill today, but with the situation he had become enraged and provoked to destroy Drileahe, even if it meant killing anything within the perimeter as well... Though how many individuals could have died in a barren desert? Ah... It didn't matter... Gabriel was actually appeased... For once, in the destruction... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>just before the bomb exploded Drileahe looked at the fleeing Gabriel that sure doesn't fit his character unless...SHIT! he quickly stacked himself in his chest and all of his limbs and quickly shouted "rlyyp vlyf, rlyyp pjeg, rlyyp kybaj, rlyyp yv pa omfyjshi, gjysaks!" the blood from his wounds quickly covered him, shaped into a swirlying mass of blood and dissappeared just as the bomb exploded. As it disapated a bloody mass appeared next to Gabriel. The mass stood up and the blood slowly slid off the mass. Drileahe stood in its place without the wounds he had just inflicted upon himself</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Gabriel was utterly intoxicated with the destruction, he hadn't detonated a bomb in years-- simply because Zoracia didn't like the sheer extirpation. With the advanced machina of the current timing, an individual could never know how many thermonuclear weapons he carried on him... Or what he had abstrusely hidden with his caliginous sorcery. However the obsidian masc's cognizance never concluded, for his senses were indubitable without demur that Drileahe survived. That pendragon was maniacal but certainly not stupid... Gabriel running before the blades were launched was a erratum for anyone knew that fear wasn't in his character. Triplet appendages palpated leniently against the desert alluvium, causing the oscillating crimson and orange conflagration suspended upon the atmospheric velocity of his plumes' to obfuscate. The male 'dragon had become harmonious once again, even in the diminutive amount of timing -- Gabriel was never known to stay ferocious. He convoluted his shoulder blades while twisting his vertebrae by the proposition of rolling his neck. His tongue osculated against the sides of his lingual cavity out of sheer boredom; despite the fact he had just dodged crepuscular blades, aroused a black hole, froze time, disintegrated a four dimensional sorcery attack, and detonated a nuclear bomb. Perhaps it was Gabriel's sheer contingency nature, always yearning an adventure and being ready to intercept any given vexation. He cleared his throat idly and looked to his right where Drileahe abruptly materialized; the male 'dragon was awaiting the deranged one to appear and there he was... Except he came in a rather eccentric way. Gabriel didn't say anything but remained reticent, his attention no longer diverted toward the opposing but rather the obfuscous smoke which masqueraded the celestials. The masc should have convoluted around earlier and shot Drileahe with his satisfactory SHPSR- however knowing the other pendragon, he could have tried dodging the laser. The riffle would always be a snipping riffle, meant for the thrill of the ambush... Stalking -- was Gabriel's other expertise which he was just as good at as contiguous warfare. He took another sonorous breath and exhaled; Gabriel had that expression across his facial complexion which was devious as it was crooked. From the corner of his oculars, he was watching Drileahe at an angle- his fur unmated nor a scratch was inflicted upon his lithe configuration. Perfectly casual as he was before the supervened incidents; everything Gabriel currently was seeing in the velocity of his view was devastation... Twenty miles were now radioactive where the bomb had exploded- radiation would turn out to be the indubitable killer within that breadth... Infact with the winds blowing east ward, the radiation was likely to spread a few more miles... Leaving sickness and death in it's trail... Adding more ruination to the already corrupt planet, of course no one but Drileahe probably knew that Gabriel had detonated the explosive-- and who would believe an psychopathic individual? Not many, thus he was in the clear... Reputation still as immaculate as before. A baritone laugh reverberated from his larynx, escaping lingual cavity through parted obsidian jowls. Gabriel didn't know why he broke into a fit of laughter, all perplexing- though maybe he was just trying to freak Drileahe out in an unconventional way. It was peculiar to note that Gabriel didn't know this individual's name, thus in his mentality he branded him as the schizophrenic one. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='698AAB'>Cynik had seen the bomb, and the idea of setting it off in Gabriel's mind, and realized the importance of such a creation immediately. As the toxic explosion mushroomed high into the air, dropping radiation as far as it could, Cynik - or rather his aktrieor form - was no where to be seen. Truly, he started soaring away as soon as the future was clear to him. He wasn't a seer like his grandmother, but it didn't take a space engineer to realize that when one possessed a bomb, the only liklihood of it was to set it off. The initial explosion had sent a massive shockwave through the air, even before the dust and sand had truly mushroomed, and he'd been sent flying much faster than normal. The aktrieor-formed pendragon somersaults through the air, inwardly screaming, assuming his disasterous fate would include smashing into the ground at this high speed and quite easily breaking his neck. But the blast had sent him more vertically upward than downward, and he had enough time to both catch his balance on the tampered with updrafts, and right himself, to glide hell-bent toward the ground. The landing was rough, and the shock of the tumbling impact sent him out of morph, and back to himself. For he knew not where he was, nor where the two kill-for-hire murderers were, he couldn't possibly worry about how they had seen him now - for he didn't know that they had. It was still dark, though the moons did reflect some light from the Ramathian sun now reflecting it's rays on the other side of the world, and Cynik was black and deeply blood red, which lent him no room to be bright and flashy, nor draw attention to himself in the dark. The orange flame on his tail would probably be the first thing they'd see. But he had no control over that. So, while he tries in vain to stop the shaking and spinning in his head, he waits for whatever may happen, and whenever, for that matter. Their spotting him, or their going on without ever knowing he'd existed. Selfishly, he prefered the latter. Controlling 'dragons through telepathy and telekinesis were not favored pastimes, but they would be needed should either try to torture him.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Obsidian pelt dappled with sierra contortions ruffled reticently as the winds whispered past him; Gabriel was scrutinizing the voluminous arid wasteland, noting every detail that descended into his optical perception. Than below the sand dune on which he was situated stumbled another 'dragon; a younger one without demur, and Gabriel's analytical mentality immediately found resemblance in one of his sons -- Dagma. Of course, maybe Cynik could have been older or younger due to the vast diversity on Ramath-Lehi, one could not always espy an individual's age... But Gabriel was virtually certain that he was veridical. As for the male 'dragon inflicting a cataclysmic pedicle upon the other, the chances were slim if not at all. The only determinant that caused the masc to engage in warfare with Drileahe was the sheer fact that he provoked, agitated, and angered him. Not just that solitary matter caused the predicament, infact Drileahe had impelled the first assailment which caused Gabriel to panoply himself- he wasn't to sit there indiscreetly as the other were to lambaste him. Why of course not! Though he did not flinch death, the male 'dragon wasn't going to take the discomposure of being killed by an mentally rabid individual. The truth was this pendragon with his character would rather be tortured to death than to have humiliation placed upon his family name. Perhaps he had a somewhat noble personality and yet it was true- Gabriel was a murderer... He didn't like to kill, but it was the job; and death was all to common on the planet. If others were to be apprehensive about those matters, he'd try to prove he was anything but a barbaric individual who killed for the sheer pleasure of it like Drileahe. However, if they didn't believe his orals- that was that and Gabriel wasn't the breed of pendragon who would importune an individual till they agreed with what he said... He'd just let it go and move on... Muscles rippled beneath his epidermis as the lithe creature arose upon monolithic pedicles; claws retracted and a cordial grin was upon his onyx jowls. Anyone could espy that he wasn't going to hurt Cynik but rather give a conciliatory greeting; if he was a telepathic he was sure to know. Pace was lethargically demeaned with the herculean rising and lowering of his shoulder blades which caused lofty limbs to bring him forth through the cryptical obscurity. Gabriel stalked through the nadir of midnight which masqueraded the dunes like an opaque cloak- he was making his way down the sandy dune, leaving Drileahe to do as he pleased. The male 'dragon was no longer bent on anger or intending to sheath the pendragon's blood as earlier... He had given Drileahe a fight-- now that he got it, perhaps he'd leave? However, the chances of that with such a maniacal individual were insignificant. Gabriel balked abruptly upon remembrance of the high flying avian raptor- the male 'dragon inclined his ruggedly chiseled crania toward the locality where he had detonated the bomb and than back at Cynik. His senses perplexed over the matter, yet he had that feeling in which the opposing pendragon was actually the aktrieor whom earlier was soaring in monolithic circumferences above them. If that was the case in his analytical mentality, it meant he had another witness to his devastating capability. However, Gabriel wasn't angered, apprehensive, or even slightly agitated about the matter-- honestly the other sonorously wasn't a spy. He was half way down the periphery of the sand dunes, his pace phlegmatic; there was no need to rush. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
