Lurking

<font color='#FFFF00'>Qamu turns her head back at the cry of the male 'dragon then dashes back over to the edge of the building looking down on him. Glares slightly as she watched the female come back to check on the male. Upom seeing this, Qamu drops back down onto the ground then walks over to where he was lying. "Are you okay. I mean it was a pretty bad fall from where I seen it." Licks her lips a bit and watches the male as he lies there then looks back to the female, who was her primary interest.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>In the shadows nearby another lurked, silently padding and eyeing the relative commotion. Would any of them come in handy? As it seemed right now, no. But perchance one of them produced something of value, he would be ready. And there would be plenty of opportunities to offload his newly acquired merchandise, considering his location. All he needed to do was wait.

And then, of course, as it tends to do, disaster struck him. A missstep placed his foot in the wrong place, throwing off his balance and tossing him from the protected world of shade in which he resided into the light. Quickly rising to his feet, he scrambled to a defensive stance and braced, glaring at everyone about as if they had somehow wronged -him-.

"Aye, say nothing. Say -nothing-."</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>Oli cooly surveyed the 'dragon, tail twitching cautiously behind him, though lowered as not to betray his air of level-headedness as but a mask. He immediately made eye contact - he knew himself some tactics of intimidation and intended, of course, to use them. Stare-downs were the oldest in the book. A look of bewildered frustration crossed his face at first but after losing himself attempting to process all the incoming questions, he simply gave up and shot a nasty sneer directly at his interrogator.

"Y'ask me no such questions, y'got no damn right, scum. I couldna care less about your destination 'n' furthermore, you got no business askin' mine. Pry any further and you'll find yourself in a world of trouble."

He defiantly flicked his tail behind him, tilting his ears backward and baring his teeth with his trademark defiant grin.

"By the by, since y'seem t'like questions so much, why don't I ask some things of you? Like what are -you- doing here, mates, on -my- home turf without -my- permission? A serious offense it is, aye..."</font>

 

<font color='#FFFF00'>Qamu glares at the two figures then walks over towards the female. Passes up the male without give him another look then stops infront of the female called Maharet. Looks up at her and grins slightly. "You look like someone that I once knew awhile back, before he step foot onto this so called turf of his." Looks to the male out the corner of her eye for a short moment then back to Maharet. Remains relaxed, unlike the metallic male and the other winged fool over away from them.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFF00'>Shakes her head and sits there on the ground looking to the female and male as she wanders about why they are being so defensive. Licks her lips a bit then the back of her paw slowly. Sighs slightly and continues to watch the two from where she sits. "Well, I don't get off on kill others or taking things from them, so you got m all wrong lady." Grins and giggles slightly in a childish way. Gets up from where she sits and steps or to a flowing water source that comes from a pipe at the top of a building into barrels below then gets a drink from it. "I'll leave once I get what I came here to get, so you shouldn't be all offensive and everything." Gets down from drinking and sits back down.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>Oli growled deeply. The leveled defiance was hitting him hard and he did not like it one bit. He glared at her and for a moment he felt something strange in his muscles, a tingling sensation he had not felt anymore - and with it came a strength he previously did not know. Momentarily knocked from his train of thought, he whipped his tail about behind him and it made contact with a nearby dumpster - slicing it open in a flurry of sparks and flame. Strange, but not something that wouldn't come in handy. Yes, whatever this power was that he had come to discover as of late was becoming more and more present - and more and more useful. He'd have to search for an explanation - at the moment he could think of none. He would never think to guess that he him was not only a persona of pure evil, but the personification of it as well - the star-born child of the astral figure that ruled all evil in Ramath-Lehi. He knew not of that yet - all he knew was that something strange was taking place.

"You'll leave... when I tell y't'leave, lass. And yer welcome is overstayed, so git."

He whipped his tail behind him again, leaving a trail of light bluish light in the air that slowly "evaporated" and drifted off behind him over the course of a few seconds. Odd.

Something was strange. He must find out what.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFF00'>Qamu watched the boring display of power and yawned. Shakes her head slowly and rubs her forepaw against her face as she closed her eyes slightly. "You...man I tell you. So scary indeed." Sighs softly and looks away from him to the alleyway to her side noticing the interaction between two other dragons, as they exchange goods to each other. Looks back to the metallic male and grins slightly. "So, are you done?" Stumbles slightly as if she was going to fall asleep.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>Oli glanced about, a look of mild boredom crossing his maw at the reply. Obviously, his disadvantage was in numbers - and outnumbered they were. Though he would dislike backing down, he would have to - for his own safety. Or would he? Attention turned to the female's partners - neither looked particularly threatening, but looks could be decieving - and often were. Oli knew this well - very well. He did not know of the stance of the other 'dragons, nor, honestly, did he care to - all he worried about was the protection of his own hide - and 'Haret's, though he would not show such emotion as long as he could afford to contain it.

Like a great wave of electricity running through his body, something jolted him and grabbed his attention - he could only describe it as a "presence"... as if some unknown power was signaling to him allies nearby. A glance to the side found Eryk, and as gazes met, Oli realized the potential for a great evil to come from the 'dragon beside him. He smiled, focusing a glare back and using his newfound power to almost "channel out" negative energy through the mysterious connection they seemed to have made. The fact that it all came so naturally to him was a surprise to Oli, but it was becoming more and more clear to him what all these signs meant - he had heard about it in prophecy many times before - of course, he didn't believe in a silly thing such as prophecy, did he? Undoubtedly not... yet...

He decided to test once and for all if what he believed was true. Closing his eyes and tensing his muscles, he lowered his frame to the ground with a low growling noise. Focusing as hard as he could, he strained as hard as he could to focus all his attention to the task he set forth for himself. A soft crackling noise could be heard - suddenly followed by the encapsulation of his body in a sheen of translucent, reddish purple energy, glowing brightly in the relative darkness of the alley. Up from it shot a single ray of bright purple light, piercing the sky like a glass dagger before expanding outward with a low rumble. Suddenly, the ground about them shook violently as the plasmoid material slipped from his body and expanded outward along the ground, scorching it everywhere it touched.

Bewildered and in a haze from exhaustion, Oli took a few steps back. The prophecies were true. And he was the one. A mixed blessing - or more appropriately, a mixed curse.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Upon gazing at this metallic 'dragon's energy that came from his body, the young Qamu just smirked as she continued to watch before the energy died out. Licks her lips slightly and didn't feel very moved about this energy that he discovered. Well, it seems there is another with this strange power. What a great feeling it is to see that I'm not the only freak out there. She glared slightly as she pondered about the strange phenomon.

Looks back to the female subject that stood beside him and smirks as she looks to her. What if she has something like that as well? Looks back to the 'dragon called Oli, that she is guessing then goes to speak in a soft tone towards him.
"You have powers...", Qamu commented as she continued to keep an eye on him incase he looks to attempt something against her.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>Oli stood in an odd position - he had reached an odd moment of clarity in the midst of the muddle of activity and confusion and was henceforth outright and polite about such matters, an attitude not often seen displayed by a 'dragon such as himself.

"Aye, miss, appears I do."

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the smoky, euphoric haze that clouded his mind. The possible ramifications of such powers were beyond his abilities to understand at this point in time, yet they loomed over the horizon like the sunrise of a brand new day. What they would bring with them, he could not surely say. Where they came from was much of a mystery as well, though his suspicion told him that the gods had something to do with it - but to what extent? It was prophecized that a child would be born to Jastducteyk in this era, that he would walk among the trash of the earth and live as a rat would in the sewer - yet could it be? Could it truly be? Was he really to experience the untapped, unknown joy of an eternal life of power previously unknown to his kind? Or did he misunderstand his purpose and place?

"It appears," he reiterated, "that I do."</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>She continues to stare at the dragon, in shock from seeing his power. But she doesn't show it in her features. Walks over towards him slowly, but remains on her guard incase he attempts to attack her. "Does it hurt...?" Winces as she approaches him, thinking of her power when it would come over her.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>He shook his head subtly, "No, doesn'a hurt." He smiled sadistically, "Gives me a new sorta direction in life, though, aye." He glanced about, swishing his tail slightly, leaving a trail of bluish white light in the air, "It inspires me, lass... inspires me to be cruel and evil like I've ne'er been before..." He glared at the final, quieter female of the group - the one posessing the knife - "She's of no use to either of ya, aye? Maybe we can return what you're missing," he said - a strange form of telepathy at work, "and dispose of her?"</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Turns her attention towards the female that was being accused of having the knife then licks her lips a bit. A slight surge of agreement rises within her as she looked to the female then back to the metallic 'dragon. Glares slightly at him and telepaths to him. (That sound...reasonable...but does she really have to lose her life over it?) Opens her eyes fully and smirks. Drops back down onto her hind legs and sits relaxing a bit.</font>

 

<font color='#FF7F00'>The thought reverberated throughout his head loudly for a moment, a possible last grain of conciencse screaming for attention over the noisy commotion of cruelness and evil reverberating inside his head. The cacophony of thoughts nearly muffled out the message being directed towards him, yet he picked them carefully from the mess and was able to discern enough of the message to become thoroughly irritated. Unable to distinguish between the echoes in his mind and the real world, he blurted out loud, "I am the prophecy! There is no other...!" Ears bent back and a snarl crossed his maw. He began speaking in perfectly, uncharacteristically eloquent english, "I realize now what it was that I was placed upon this planet to do, yet I do not feel as if I should fufill that responsibility one bit. Too long have I and my bretheren of the ruins and the market been opressed by those who so graciously refer to themselves as 'rightful' and 'honest!' Though I was placed here to keep the fury of my mother in check, I see now that my power knows no limitations for my task here on earth and I shall use it to take over all of Ramath-Lehi, placing the rule in more able paws!" He strode regally around Qamu, then around Eryk, before running up in front of them and hopping on to a trash can, now yelling at the top of his lungs, "We know no laws! We never have! And now, for once, we have the power of the gods behind us! Let us return the earth to the state it was meant to be in! Let us anihillate the rich, rid ourselves of the graders and the ever-present fear of imprisonment! Let us fight back!" He spoke with unbridled conviction and passion to his small audience, "And let it begin with us ridding ourselves of this... pest... we must not fight amongst ourselves if we wish to take over! Thievery? Among our own ranks, aye?" - his accent was returning - "I'ss bang out of order. Dispose of her."

"As for the rest of you, if you wish to join me and 'Haret..."</font>