<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Time: Mia 24 Clock: Around deep Night I don't expect you to be as literate as anyone or myself. But atleast two paragraphs and good grammar aswell as spelling. No WolfSpeak or Noob Speak :/ Otherwise have fun. Do reply please? :D</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>Ears flatten against Rogue's skull, eyes narrowed in her icy cold stare. Swift movements of her lithe body as she carried herself among the status of the Black Market. It had been so long since she had wondered anywhere. She had wandered why she had just suddenly fell off the face of the earth. It seemed so unnatural for her. Perhaps alot of them had forgotten about her. Not that she'd care anyways. She was a solitude creature. Always keeping to herself. She hardly trusted anyone and didn't care anyone trusted her. Though she did miss a few dragons here and there. Perhaps very close friends of hers. Perhaps even a relative. Jahhar, one of her closest friends. Dom...Her grandfather that took her in under his paw. Such good times, but it was her fault they fell down the depths of the fiery pits of hell. Figure of speech of course. She had just up and left. Never to be seen or heard from again. Such a pity, so she thought. She had been through a lot worse. That is if they never wished to see the likes of her ever again. Ebony and gray fur matches up her body. With numerous wounds and among other things. A pride tattoo keeps itself with held among her left thigh. A rigid type of silver hair-fur caress among her head trailing to her rear. Stopping where her rigid tail begins. Her appearances that of a wolf mixed with a feline. Rage of that as a dragon. Eyes clouded with the misty moons. She ventured further on. Remembering the tough times aswell as the bright times. So she atleast tried anyways. What else can she dwell on that wouldn't totally end up in lost and twisted in a way unexplained? So many things crossed her mind. Forcing down bad memories. Trying to get rid of the good memories. Why? Brought nothing but her disappearance. She ran away from the things that mattered most to her. Trying to conceal the fact that someone cared about her. But perhaps she wanted less burden among her shoulders then she already had. She loved them with all her heart. She just couldn't deal with the fact that they were always there. Not closely used to it, but she had always yearned it. When she got it, she wanted out. She didn't want them to suffer as she had once before. She was afraid so they tell her. Recluded with lost and pain, she kept going. A low growl rumbling through her throat. Enough memories. It's time to look upon the present and set things right. You are you and that is all that matters. You take your own steps and keep going. Time will subside your fears. Your burdens. She tried to reassure herself of this. Pushing aside the unimportant and sorting out the important. Eyes darting each way as she quickly padded on all fours. With swift movements her dark form blended in within the dark shadows of the street way. She was almost like a dog. Her right eye permantly shut with a scar sealing in place. Only letting her free left eye wander the place. Though she had gone perfectly through this world with one free eye. Used to her disadvantage and making direct sure no one used it against her. No that was not her blind spot. A low growl rumbled through her throat as she halted near an alleyway. Memories drowning down her mind. She shook away this memory of hers. Gritting her ivory fangs in frustration and regret. Pull it through Rogue. She commanded herself. Punishing the very weak of her mind and push her strength all the way forward. Only hoping the best came of her. Turning to pad further down her path. Not quite sure where she was going. But as long as it was far far away from her original destination. She can only hope her paws take her somewhere beyond reality.</span>
What can be defined as 'Real'? Dreams, in their complexity, can seem as real as any experience we have in this world. That is, until, we awake and forget the dream. Maybe this 'Reality' is but a falsehood we have created, and we simply have yet to 'awaken'. And, before you might question these words, just stop to think. Think back on some of your oldest memories... Are you sure they're real? Or, perhaps, they're dreams. Can you be sure? Can you be positive? As if Rogue's own emotions could be brought real, could bend the very world around her, her rage took form. A Dragon. Not a Pendragon, but an actual Dragon. It stepped out infront of her. Right in her path. This... thing... It was huge. Its body was covered in blood red scales, while its hands and feet were clawed. Gigantic bat wings came from the beast's back, folded neatly upon him. His head, which looked like that of the mythic beast, turned slowly to look toward her. Where she had lost one eye, he had lost two. A bandage, old and worn, was tied around his head. It covered his eyes from view, and showed that he was without sight. Smoke came out of his nose, while his arms folded across his chest. His body straightened up and his wings spread out wide. It seemed he wanted her to stop.
As she walked further, it seemed something was about. It almost made the fur stand on end. Bristling in fear, quickly halting in her path to look behind her. No nothing was there, but she was looking in the wrong direction. Quickly jolting her gaze about, trying to figure out what was following her. It had to be something, she'd wished it would show itself. Show it was not a coward. Curling her lips into a snarl, exposing her ivory fangs. She was getitng abit frustrated. Quickly deciding that there was nothing there, she turned to walk back on her path. To continue without fear. That was until she saw something further. Her eye widen as she saw the huge dragon block her path. Her gaze dwelling as the wings spread out as if he wanted to stop her from going further. But she wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to stop her from. She wasn't going anywhere in the first place. Fur bristling once more as a growl rumbled through her throat. Exposing her fangs and daring the dragon to come forth. Quickly taking a step back away from him. She had no clue what he wanted, but she has had enough fear in her life to allow sucha thing as he to stand in her way. Those memories? Why do they set back in her mind now? Telling her to flee, but what good would that do? There was no where she could run. She could hide in the shadows, but that would show she was a coward. Though she didn't want to fight a battle she most possibly could not win. She took her chances to fight her fears. Growling once more as she braced herself. "What do you want?!" She ordered the beast.
The beast's giant wings came to rest once more upon his back. For a moment, silence filled the alleyway. However, this moment would soon come to an end. One of his clawed feet took a step, then another, and another, until he was drawing closer to her. His arms unfolded calmly, while a clawed hand stretched outward. Not in an offensive manner, but in some odd form of greeting. "... To talk. You seem as though you could use an extra pair of ears." His voice... How chilling. It was smooth, strong, and deep. Yet there was this odd force of power to it. It was something that can't quite be described properly, yet it brought forth both courage and fear in almost any individual. "Or would you prefer that I leave you to your silence in this cold, dark alleyway?" His arms once more came over his chest, and his feet came to a halt. He was maybe five feet away from her. This distance was just far enough to give her the chance to run away, and at the same time, to see him for what he is. Interesting that he would chose the word 'ears', seeing as how his were but flat holes on either side of his head.
She still held her balance and her ground. Forcing her fear to subside as she listened carefully to the beast. She wasn't to fond of it, but it seemed it wasn't doing any harm right now. She blinked slightly as he spoke and then backed away. Getting a good view of what he really was. Not noticing he was blind, but being blind meant nothing to anyone. Even to someone such as her, she was only blind in one eye. Completely useless sight anyways. Most depended more on hearing and smell since most sight was powerless against the forces that could not be seen. Her claws retracted and scraped against the concrete floor. She grit her fangs and finally relaxed herself. Slowly slunking to her haunches. Her gaze narrowed towards the ground. "To talk? To get things off my chest you say? Ehe...You make it sound so easy." She lightly chuckled, but soon frowned. "It's not that easy anyways. It's my fault however....It's not like I'd care or anyone for that matter..." She growled lowly and snorted. She never really much like talking anyways. Talking was a much lesser thing in life as most would see it. It wasted one's time. "The cold, dark, and silent alleyway?" She grinned lightly and smirked. Shaking her head as she directed her gaze towards the shadows. Slowly lifting back to all fours. "It seems so cozy there, no one to better you. Not a care in the world. The shadow world as one would say it. So dark and dense and yet no one seems to both you there. I like it there. So lonely and quiet there...." She kept her gaze among the alleyway.
Indeed, he was there to listen. In fact, once she had finished speaking, he waved a hand through the air. The ground itself began to rumble, as if experiencing an earth quake. And then, like a pillar rising up in some mechanical fashion, the very ground beneath this man lifted up, forming a make-shift chair for him. He sat down upon it, folding his wings over his shoulder and his arms across his chest. "One who sees the world as betters and inferiors shall be trampled by the meek." He rested slightly on this pillar he had created, his blind eyes looking toward her. "... Yet the lonely dark of an alleyway is no where for someone to live. It strips the soul bare, like a vulture picking at the weak. Alleyways..." One of his clawed hands turned outward, the palm toward the sky, as if he was holding something. His nose, for a moment, twitched, before fire spewed from his mouth. The inferno came about his arm, circling up until it reached his palm, coming to rest like an orb there, floating slightly above his scales. "... It denies one of warmth and light. It curses and damns them to a life where they must relive their most vile and hated memories." The fire, with all the capacities of a roaring flame, fully illuminated the Dragon for what he was. It showed every nick on his face, and every scale on his body. "There's nothing to be enjoyed in an alley." He closed his clawed hand calmly, and the flames seemed to follow. They went out, and the entire alley seemed to be encased in darkness, even if just for a moment. "Do you really want to spend your life here?" His voice was now directly beside her. He wasn't where he was. That flash the dying flames made... Had he teleported? Or was he just that fast? Whatever it was, he was now standing beside her, with his arms folded over his chest and his wings on his back. He was facing the same way she was, and was standing on her 'good' side; the side that could still see. Just who was this 'Dragon?
(Sorry for not repling so soon ^^') She almost jumped from the dragon's voice. His very form almost scared her. Why was she scared? She had seen so much worse, how can this dragon be any different. A chill sent down her spine before pushing this away. Gaze narrowed as she watched the dragon with sudden movements. Claws raking against the ground. The dragon no longer scared her. Ears flattening against her skull as her tail whipped from side to side. She feared nothing anymore, she wasn't that easy to scare. Slowly watching his movements, waiting for a chance to reply to him. Finding his movements and his words irriating; but she pushed that aside. "I don't care what one thinks. I think what I think and no one else. The darkness, it's shadows and everything of it. They are my home, my shelter, and my haven. I've wandered through it all through my entire life. I was never once afraid of it. Never afraid of what it exist of. But..." She paused, gritting her fangs at the very thought. "It's the only thing I've ever known. I remember nothing else. My memories are scattered..." She grind her fangs together and looked away. Slowly watching the tiny particles among the ground quiver. "I've already relived my nightmares...I've already faced them and only ran away from them. I was never strong enough to defeat...him..." She coughed slightly and slowly wavered her head back to him. Blood sliding from her maw. "Light means nothing to me...I wander aimlessly each day, slowly dieing. My soul and my spirit has already withered away. So what harm is a measly alleyway?" She licked her chops, wiping away the blood. She was finished talking for now. She didn't want to speak anymore. But her words slipped through her fangs. "My life has already ended.." She looked away once more and started to walk away. "Being alone is nothing...I have nothing." The tuft of her tail swayed back and forth with her thin tail.
