<font color='#8D38C9'>Day : 22rd Month : Tessera Year : Year 81376 Speaking: "Bold" Telepathy: "underlined" Thinking: "Italics" Character: Cyon K'sol The shadows of leaves danced merrily cross a yound female Pendragon's frame. Their merry dance hardly enhanced the creature's ragged looks. Her scalefur was mostly black (save bands of purple and gray) and covered in old scars. Her 'hair' was messy and matted, stumps of wings poking out of the rat's nest atop her spine. Eyes stared half-closed at nothing, their colours swirling of discontent. A gentle gust of the zephyr was enough to dislodge some of Tessera's leaves, causing them to whirl and dance through the park on the Grader's Floating Isle where they were born, to float away into the blue sky and darker sea below. One leaf did not follow it's brothers to the world beyond Ajita. Instead it landed on the black 'dragon's nose. The gentle caress of the leaf was enough to throw the female into full conscious, which was a bad move on the leaf's part. She grabbed angrily at it, throwing the peices not lodged on her claws into the wind. She got up and looked around like she didn't know why she was there, or where she was. The 'dragon shook her head, and gathered her thoughts out load. "Pull yourself together Cyon...you're in Ajita to con the rich, remember?" Cyon did remember. She came here to try and con the people who lived up here in the shadow of the Graders', because in her logic they seemed so far removed from the dark underworld on lying and stealing they would never know what hit them. Cyon snickered quitely to herself as she got up from her resting place. A breeze stirred up, as in prelude to her movements, bringing with it myraids of coloured leaves. Cyon walked boredly over to the edge, and watched the vast sea ebb on it's path to far-off shores. She boredly picked a small flower, and began to toss it's petals to the mercy of the wind, wich carried them down to the sea. Cyon began to name these petals after enemys of her...and snickered childishly as each met it's doom. After robbing the flower of it's petals, the female walked idly round the area, hoping someone might come. Hopefully someone with alot of things she could con out of them. OOC: Umm, so anyone's welcome to join, and any number of people can. Bring the whole population of Ramath-lehi in here for all I care I'm kinda exspecting a character that's not used to con artists to come in, but who says we can't spice it up with any character?</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="350" 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>S p e e c h[/b] › <b style=color:brown>"In parenthesis & bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#404040>T h o u g h t s[/b] › <font color=brown>Plain brown text</font> <b style=color:#404040>T e l e p a t h s[/b] › <b style=color:brown>{In brackets & bolded}[/b] <b style=color:#404040>C h a r a c t e r[/b] › Gabriel Ñemisa Hirosuki I haven't roleplayed in a while... Just thought I'd post here; see what happens and such x) Lack of content on my behalf, I think, a little tired. Grammar errors might be likely in my roleplay, I'm currently checking and correcting them. <span style="font-size:10px;color:brown;font-family:tahoma">Autumnal</span> equinox was the season -- Tessera without demur. A beautiful duration of the Ramathian year; the majority of flora took on various chromatisms of the visible spectrum, a truly majestic and pleasing site to one's visual perception. Anyone whom was distracted by nature's magnum opus would never have taken notice of the male kiom whom traipsed lethargically while the leaves rustled by with the ever fluctuating weather; his fairly lean configuration enshrouded within the cryptical nadir of the forest's adumbration... Imperceptible to an individual's senses this masc was... Sierra rosettes twas dappled haphazardly upon the male's obsidian epidermis; such contortions resembled that of a earthen leopard or jaguar. Oculars bracketed with onyx gravitated across the terrain, scrutinizing every detail even the slightest modicum; his optics a vivid crimson swirled with hues of mahogany which gave this 'dragon a rather maniacal appeal... However, insane the male elder was not -- such facial characteristics were actually opaque masquerades. Triplet plumes suspended inanimately behind his frame, just above the earthen alluvium; the right and left tails each possessed a dimly lit sphere of scarlet flame... Such was a mystical characteristic of male pendragons; however this masc's conflagrations incinerated tenuously, as if virtually not there at all. Thus little attention would ever be diverted toward the kiom. Strange was the middle tassel, for it twas mechanical -- the metallic exterior glinted reticently in the luminosity. An innocent appeal his machina tail did posses, but in all reality it twas a lethal weapon in combat; one the elder rarely used but never did it lose it's dexterity. Strapped over his shoulder blade and dangling idly upon a bedimmed rhythm which was caused by the male's herculean stride was a riffle... Yet this contraption was of no comparison with any earthly weapon; the kiom's favorite contrivance -- a silenced high powered snipping riffle... Such an implement twas illegal in Ramath-Lehi yet he possessed one. Destructive was this gun which left not a single trace of evidence; and in the skilled possession of this masc the weapon became a bringer of certain death -- the kiom never... Ever... Missed a target... A weaponry specialized the 'dragon was, a master with such aptitude that only the few imprudent dared to cause him any vexation. However such a gun was concealed behind a powerful spell; imperceptible to one's optical and auditory perception. Infact the dark sorcery was strong enough that even if another 'dragon were to brush across the elder, they'd never feel the riffle... No one would know the weapon was suspended upon his periphery. Of course such magic could be counteracted by another dark master; yet the chances of meeting up with one of exceeding capability was unlikely... Except for perhaps, Zamfir Grader. The current Arch Magos of the Ramathian government; the reining authority. Never the less -- auds swiveled about the male's ebon pericranium, taking in every intonation be it near or far. He had long known of the presents of the female; yet she worried him not, this male never was wary nor felt the sensation of fear... His branding -- Gabriel Ñemisa Hirosuki, the highly respected kiom. And as the winds shifted, blowing leaves across the terrain, Gabriel continued to meander through the obscurity; though perhaps the female knew it not, he was following her at a distance. The kiom scrutinized her, every detail that was physical he could espy... Gabriel would cause her no harm, his personality was anything but that of a recreant. The male never laid a paw upon any youthful individual; perhaps it was because such reminded him of his children... Reticent twas the atmosphere; though sonorously both 'dragons cared not. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>OOC: Don't worry too much about any grammar errors, I probaly make more than you XD BIC: Some latent sense stirred within the most primeval Cyon's mind, and began to alert the female's senses into a frenzy. Her paws began to sense the softest tread of paws on the soft humus, her ears could pick up the lightest breath, her nose could smell the most minute scents. All of this data told her brain that some creature was near, and she responded like lightning.Cyon half-jumped, half-ran behind the nearest tree, flattened herself against it and watched the world through the corner of her eye with baited breath. She spyed a male Pendragon, noting that he was an elder 'dragon, yet lean, but didn't seem too dangerous. Of corse, the niotie had no idea of the gun protected by the dark magic spell, or that what he had on his tail was actually machina. To her, the kiom had almost a friendly air about him, well, atleast not a hostile one. Cyon came to the verdict she might as well try to con him...what could happen? The con artist took a clump of muddy soil in her right front paw, and began to smear it on stratigic points of her frame, to create the sterotypical  appearnce of one who has fallen apon hard times. After satisfied with her guise, the female walked out from under the tree, dragging her hind left foot along as if it were lamed. She managed a sickly-sounding cough, and continued on to look around with big, wet, innocent eyes and to make whimpering sounds like a lost Earth dog. She eventually rested her gaze on some ingsignifigant point on the ground, and waited for the kiom to make his move.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="350" 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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:brown;font-family:tahoma">Child's play;</span> The imprudent performance from this nioti twas expected for one of such trades; this kiom knew not of her con artist occupation for he was certainly not a telepathy master yet Gabriel was not a stupid individual from the same perspective. He had been scrutinizing her, and for this femme to propel herself behind the cryptical obscurity of a tree than abruptly reappear bespattered and crimpled twas maniacal... Of course this male's analytical mentality was constantly cycling, noting every detail be it the a mere modicum -- he hadn't demised the one fact that she could have been a shapeshifter, yet such an ability was rarely seen in that of female 'dragons. The cerebrum of this kiom came to a solitary conclusion, she was trying to con or deceive him... Such a thought twas enlightening in Gabriel's eccentric personality -- and he in his jocular manner decided to humor her. Cyon had probably only seen the delineation of this kiom's configuration; so the advantage twas his. Vertebrae made that masticating intonation as Gabriel convoluted his neck, habitual twas such a gesture. Almost lethargically he began to shift while within the bedimmed shadows; his once triplet tassels amalgamated into one, the vertebrae along this male's now solitary tail twas exposed... A tainted saffron... Sickly... Gabriel's mane composed of annealed spikes which radiated from the surmount of his pericranium and descended between his svelte shoulder blades to the equidistant fragmentation of his spine began to soften and shift in hue from his inborn obsidian and crimson to a vivid jade, blinding to one's visual perception. His mane became matted than overlapped his shapeshifted facial complexion, thus not showing his eyes... Gabriel's oculars became nebulous as if he twas blind, their chromaticity a murmured chrome -- his hind quadrupeds deformed as if lacerated from past warfare than healed over time leaving massive chucks of muscle missing... A despondent sight. As the shapeshifted kiom lingered forward, he dragged his hind limbs in a lugubrious stride, almost excruciating it seemed. His right pedicle missing as if severed off in some accident which left him permentaly maimed; the pace of this masc was slow... His limbs loitered across the alluvium, inanimate -- the only strong part of him which remained and twas cumbersomely pulling him forth was his left forelimb which in itself was not in a very commendable demeanor. His stout, short plume dared not palpitated but rather skimmed across the earthen grit; the apex of his tail sonorously bisected, thus the mystical conflagration of male 'dragons had evanished. He balked at the periphery of Cyon, breathing intensely as if on death's brink and in immense suffering... It twas all an act on Gabriel's behalf -- if this female was to manifest that she was crimpled so would he... Though would she know...? For males were born with remarkable shapeshifting abilities; from one perspective Cyon could presuppose that this crimpled form of Gabriel could be his true self, yet from another angle it could be an opaque masquerade which twas the reality of the matter. The kiom parted his jowls as if going to speak yet as he did, he began to gag, ailing twas such a modulation. His breathing heavy; the stitch from his open oral cavity virtually unbearable -- would Cyon keep up her disguise or fall for Gabriel's own manifestation. The male 'dragon ameliorated his throat before once again attempting to let vocals reverberate. Failed... As his ruggedly mangled crania twas inclined toward her, one could clearly espy that both of his auds twas shredded; lambent malachite tendrils from his mane dangled off the side of his matted cheeks exposing those nebulous oculars of his which virtually glared, anchored forward with such a gaze it twas... Horrendous... Pretending he couldn't see the kiom extended his right arm forward and skimmed across her face with his remaining limb; a delusive smile crinkled across his saffron jowls, exposing half broken canids. Gabriel kept up the act in this form rather well, that one of her age would probably not suspect the reality of such circumstances... With a cough than yet another gag he spoke, his voice shaken almost imperceptible. <b style=color:brown>"M'... M'... b-e-a...utif...ul... ch--ild... Be... Be-be-ware... Of-ff-of... The...the...."[/b] He gagged again and disburse a rather ill conglomeration of mucus upon the terra firma... How Cyon would react to such eccentric matters was what Gabriel in his jocular mentality was waiting for with much apprehension.... </left></span></td></tr></table><center></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Cyon watched the male approach. yet something strange seemed to radiate from him. She could have bet her life that the male had a different mane, three tails, and was able to walk without dragging his hind legs along. She walked through memories and knowladge of her young mind in a search a logic answer as the male lamely pulled himself forword.Then the answer dawned on her in one simple word:shapeshifting. She knew all males could shapesift, but which was this males true form? Was it the first one, or this lame one? Was she caught or had she caught him? Though like all females she could read minds, her powers were very limited. Cyon never had been taught how to control these powers, so when should could read minds it was unexspected and brief, and was not about to happen.She choose not to break her guise under any means, regardless of what the shapeshifing male did. She kept up her act as he came twords her, and spoke to her. The male's message was a little distrubing, and his face was even more. Yet Cyon never took off her mask of a little lost child. As the male threw himself into a fit of coughing, Cyon rushed over as fast as her 'lame' leg would let her to his aid. "Sir...sir? Are you okay Sir? What should I beware of Sir? Sir?!?!" She said in a sweet, innocent, and feebel voice, dripping with worry.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="350" 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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:brown;font-family:tahoma">A</span>musing twas this apperception to the kiom; a modicum of merriment for his jocular personality. He'd continue to jest her with the current eccentric expedient; perhaps something recherche could be manifested in this estranged way. He watched her through the corner of his nebulous optics, and, yet to keep the appeal that he was blind his asymmetrically chiseled crania remained anchored forward with a iota of playfulness. Though such a mirthful characteristic of the kiom remained obscure beneath an opaque masquerade of his crimpled demeanor. As she approached, he did notice the lingering stride in which her hind leg loitered behind; never did this female take off her pretentiousness. As she perambulated closer to him, he inclined his crania in dissimilar directions as if bewildered on where she had shifted her configuration. His disjoined auds laid flat upon his saffron pericranium; intense jade tendrils from the male's mane undulated as the wind blew past him, susurrating unto his auditory perception. It was as she impetuously meandered to his periphery, that with his remaining monolithic pedicle he grasped her shoulder; placing the weight from his entire shapeshifted configuration upon that of her being. His crania inclined behind as if seeing a spectral individual; abruptly an animosity hiss escaped his lingual cavity, reverberating through the surrounding atmosphere eerily. And than it twas with a delusive crackle, hoarse and dissevered in it's own horrendous contrivance that he jostled his physique back and sonorously pushed his fore pedicles into the velocity causing the several trees infront of him to be knocked over and fall to the alluvium with a cacophonous intonation. Such a scheme was nothing extravagant in the perception of the elder; except maybe in the eyesight of the femme it was something quite authoritative. All was an act to make the character Gabriel had manifested in himself seem maniacal... Amusing it twas to play a schizophrenic individual. <b style=color:brown>"Muah...aha...m...a... We havvve... g-ot-- y--oo--u! Ev...il... Ev..il... E..vil we sense... Y...es... Y..es.. Memphis... We... W...e... Did... G-o--od... Good-- Very... Pleeeasssing..."[/b] He let out another blatant cough and dashed forward as fast as his solitary limb would enable. He balked... Landing flat upon his face in a puddle of mud, a truly jocular sight. It took more effort from the kiom to not laugh rather than keep up the manifestation. A symmetrical grin crinkled across his maimed jowls, causing fractured canids to protruded from his upper and lower lip in sheer delight. And it twas than when the kiom convoluted around as if in his ameliorated mentality, he listened intently upon every iota of a sound as if searching for the -- little girl... Staggering forth, crimpled limbs stagnate, mud and alluvium grit matted upon his morphed configuration in another morbid sight... Drool trickled down the side of his oral cavity, escaping through the cracks in his jowls while he coughed up another globule of mucus and what sonorously were tendrils of hair from his pelt... With a crinkled muzzle and loitering stride the male halted upon the terra firma precisely infront of the femora; he knew she was there but pretended as if he was still befuddled. <b style=color:brown>"Little---g--irl... Me...mphis and me... Are... looking f--or...y-y-you... Come... out... out... whe-rr-e ever you... are..."[/b] He coughed than staggered forth running into her peritoneum with a taciturn thump; grasping forth with dulled claws he felt her facial complexion. Lingual whisked the outside of his oral cavity as he elapsed his neck causing the vertebrae to sonorously crackle; mud particles exuded down the side of his cheek... Gabriel was holding back an expression of sheer playful nature; he was humoring her, not attempting to hurt her in anyway... Though she may have thought otherwise -- if needed, he could morph back at will. However, such a thought twas in the foremost segmentation of his cerebrum... </left></span></td></tr></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe lifted the cloak which quickly revealed him to the two "bravo, bravo, arenÂ’t you both just great actors, the con playing the cripple, the soilder playing the insane. I love plays dont you? but i would rather play with you if you dont mind" He formed a blackhole similar to the one gab had made in one paw and a white hole in the other. Drileahe then threw those two at them and quietly formed the paw motions to form his 4th dementional object and waited for them to react "next time dont use magic, or'll ill copy it"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="350" 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"> I'm trying not to power play... But during the end segmentation of my roleplay, you could considering Gabriel teleporting the three into a different dimension power playing. I wrote that because it would be impractical for them to fight and blow up Ajita in the process XD That's just how Drileahe and Gabriel fight -- particularly Gabriel my thermonuclear specialist. Anyhow... If you don't agree with me, I'll delete or rewrite this post so that they remain in the Ajita park. Gabriel + Nuclear bomb = BiG BoOm o_O; *random* <span style="font-size:12px;color:brown;font-family:tahoma">I</span>t was the paltry dishevelment in the kiom's senses that caused a transmutation to occur; the male's configuration expeditiously metamorphed back into his congenital demeanor. Yet it was not the female 'dragon which had precipitated this abrupt change but rather the maniacal one whom had materialized directly behind him. Gabriel's svelte physique convoluted around in order to oppose this pendragon who had provoked him before -- imprudent this male was; Gabriel should have murdered him when the chance was indiscreetly given. Yet, this kiom had the characteristic of an individual who was unfrequently antagonized. Delusive grin crinkled across his symmetrical jowls; causing aciculate canids to protrude from his upper lip and be unshrouded in sheer felicity. The kiom's voice reverberated from his larynx in a vehement intonation which possessed the masc's habitual English provincialism; the vocals which escaped his lingual cavity through perforated jowls where given in a acidulous gesture. <b style=color:brown>"Ah... And so the deranged one has yet to learn... Heh... Never use my magic against me, the results can be... quite devastating..."[/b] Upon espying the black holes being manifested one in each paw, Gabriel could not help but divulge a smile which in itself would make one apprehensive. The vertebrae in his neck began to masticate, an eerie resonance that was caused by the habitual gyrating of his ruggedly chiseled crania. He had noted the female was still contemporaneous; her subsistence had caused the fatherly inclinations to immediately escalate within his veins. She wasn't related to him. And Gabriel had not even gotten her branding; but the kiom wasn't to observe her getting maimed or even killed by the opposing pendragon, whom was in all actuality, preposterous in the elder's mentality. His crania inclined to the right than left, wavering in altercation with that of Drileahe; a youth should not be involved in such malignant matters. The grin on his muzzle dematerialized and was restituted with that of unhumorous essentiality; this attitude the deranged one had not seen before. And it was the pellucid factualness that when Gabriel became contemplative, no one was imprudent enough to confront him without even a modicum of apprehension. The opaque pupils centered within oculars of scarlet chromaticity enswirled with listless pigmentations of mahogany narrowed into slits; his optics incinerated with the inferno of his ancestors -- dragons. Gabriel was perturbed for the femme and degrading Drileahe who was too immature to espy the reality of this context. <b style=color:brown>"Do you not see your own immaturity? That you are willing to involve a youth; the next generation who will take over after our souls pass between the barrier of the living and that of the dead... Ashamed... How can you call yourself a fighter? If you have no heart?"[/b] He snarled tenuously, however, such an intonation was imperceptible. Triplet empennages twas inanimate; the caliginous conflagrations suspended upon the velocity of his right and left plumes enkindled faintly, virtually inconceivable to one's visual perception. The wind rustled by, insinuating leniently into the kiom's auditory perspicacity; his lean frame swerved around to countenance the she 'dragon once again. The stern expression across his facial complexion, suggested that the current duration of time wasn't the best period to be in Ajita... Things were going to get appalling, whither the male deemed them to be or not. As if an instant reaction the kiom propelled his physique around; he could apperceive the black holes sheer vivacity. Oculus closed in meditation as the a solitary Ramathian oral reverberated from his larynx... <b style=color:brown>"Kyna..."[/b] Punctually as the black holes were thrusted toward the duo, they balked instantaneously infront of Gabriel; levitating before him at his own requisition the voids amalgamated together, forming a monolithic abyss which continued to amplify. The larger it became the stronger the gravitational field would be upon commanding the manifested void to open. Gabriel could prehend, manipulate, and even destory Drileahe's own black holes because this was the elder's spell which the irrational one had imprudently plagiarized; the same could be said and executed with any exorcism Gabriel had created. But it was not as if the kiom didn't exhort him; using a socery spell against it's creator twas a futile and pity attempt. The void continued to aggrandize every second that Drileahe wasted while creating his four dimensional attack. Gabriel was in a meditative demeanor; the lofty spikes which radiated from the surmount of his obsidian pericranium remained erect, stiff like metallic blades, as the fluctuating weather rustled the winds past them. The kiom was disgruntled with Drileahe; and the sheer fact he choose the same four dimensional attack as before, yet again was lamentable in the male's mentality. Oculars lids crenelated as Gabriel thrusted his monolithic pedicle to his periphery causing the colossal void, unopened, to gravitate to the right of his lithe configuration. A fervid breath was taken before the kiom maundered several imperceptible orals, phrases which caused the entire physiques of the three to pixilated. In the duration of a second which it took them to blink their optics, their beings were transmitted into the digital realm. Why Gabriel had done so, perhaps, was the sheer veritably that he didn't want suspicions raised when things suddenly went atrocious. A bomb being detonated in Ajita, home of the reining authorities, was not such an intuitive conception and could cause him to get on the fallacious disposition of the Graders. Here in this digital vortex, the kiom was free to release his full capabilities without being wary over various context. The surrounding world would know not that warfare was taking place, for few ventured into this dimension or had the technology to even anticipate in getting here. How Gabriel had managed to teleport their subsistence into this expanse was a bedimmed matter in itself; just like everything else encompassing the eccentric kiom. The surrounding vicinity was an opaque alabaster; sonorously an endless abyss. Gabriel knew not what would happen to one's soul if an individual were to die in this vortex; however, such a thought was, perhaps, in the foremost segmentation of his cerebrum. The bringing of the female conartist could not be swerved around for anyone within close proximity of the kiom had to be taken to this realm whither he deemed them to or not. Gabriel stood inanimately, his monolithic blackhole still expanding in dimension; oculus scrutinizing Drileahe who probably was too busy creating his attack to notice the drastic change in environment. </left></span></td></tr></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe change to using one paw spells and on the spot combined it with a summon becuase it was a much quicker "of course i dont have one! what, you value yours?" he smirked and with his spare hand formed a white hole of equal size "counter magic..." his smirk grew even larger. Drileahe was clearly insane or close to it and often showed it. He was insane enough to fight a master of the same magic as him, insane enough to fight a millitary officail with a gun. He was crazy enough in its self trying to mix two completly different spells.But he still diddnt seem to care. He finished the mixed spell and to his luck it worked. His creature now stood before him; it resembled a rapine but was not one. It was really a forth demensional shape that formed the outline of a rapine with its numberous lines "nice spikey" he pet it with his free hand but the creature slashed out at him "tough crowd...attack!" The summoned creature then dashed towards its directed target</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="350" 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"> <span style="font-size:12px;color:brown;font-family:tahoma">A</span>uds swiveled about his atramentous pericranium, listening intently upon every given oral. Oculus anchored to the ventral while Gabriel scrutinized and anticipated the supervened; he could apperceive the sheer endowment of Drileahe's potential. It was an obloquy to note in the kiom mentality that such an adeptness was being used to manifest evil rather than recherche exploits. The first phrase that reverberated from the deranged one's larynx, brought much disturbance into the male's soul; the Graders, including the preponderance on Ramath-Lehi knew why Gabriel was still living... After the rape than assassination of his beloved wife, Zoraica, there was only one antecedent to live -- his children, all remaining sixteen of them. Particularly the four youngest, whom the kiom wasn't willing to relinquish; he protected them with his life, and it was paraphrased, anyone whom endeavored to dilapidate them had a death inclination. Gabriel was impertinent though, and wasn't irrelevant enough to enumerate who was without demur, exceptionally loved by him. As Drileahe amalgamated the white void and four dimensional object together, the kiom merely stepped forward. His configuration pixilated from the apex of his empennage to his ruggedly chiseled crania while the monster slashed out upon it's creator; the masc perambulated lethargically awaiting the monstrosity. He was imperceptible to one's visual perception... Invisible... But certainly the deranged one could feel his dexterity. His steps reticent, movements expeditious, and as the bigoted varmint ambled toward him; Gabriel's pace liquidized into that of a rapid demeanor. In a scintilla of a second the monstrosity was hurled to the right, landing with a cacophonous intonation; it was the lean, svelte, physique of the male which had many perplexed. He was strong... Remarkably tenacious, that he could lash out once and cause such a monolithic creature to glissade across the realm on it's periphery. The bewildering inquiry of one's curiosity; why didn't he use his riffle? Such to the weaponry master was evident, this creation wasn't in all actuality living... Not that this context was to the kiom's disadvantage, however. It was as the varmint attempted to arise that Gabriel summoned his black void to dehiscent abruptly, sucking in all luminosity as well as the monstrosity into the abyss for the gravitational field was that colossal and still aggrandizing. With the creature annihilated the abyss terminated than dematerialized, leaving the surrounding atmosphere as tranquil as before. He paced around that of the deranged individual, locomotion lenient. <b style=color:brown>"I-- like you-- had a desire to be the most omnipotent of my species... That was in my youth... Until the reality of living made it's self evident in life... Tis a shame you haven't learned anything that veritably matters..."[/b] Gabriel began to materialize from his obliterated demeanor; oculars slitted, resembling that of a feline's in fervid lambency were the first characteristics of his subsistence to become evident. Followed by his integrated configuration; as his quintessence was fully perceptible to one's visual apprehension the metallic barbs which had protruded from his machina tassel retracted. The blades that lethargically recanted were besmirched with a consolidated melanoid liquid, perhaps from the monstrosity itself, such matters were bedimmed. Also retroceding back within his physique were a duality of monolithic mechanical appendages... These wings resembled that of a dragon's and yet were clearly machina; the leather like apparatus were translucent and additionally unyielding. These colossal velocities were capable of flight at speeds which were whimsical as they were accelerated; though Gabriel rarely had use for these massive obstructions. Once his appendages had retracted, no one was capable espying them within his configuration, including Drileahe, unless he was blessed as a telepathy master... After the evanesce of his velocities, the kiom looked rather normal as before -- not that such context in all actuality mattered. The monolithic impressions from the pedicles of the kiom were phosphorescent, these prints were left upon what sonorously was the ground in this listless void. Not that Gabriel deemed his indentations to effulgent eerily; it was with his age that his abilities especially that in sorcery and strength were evolving with every modicum of warfare he was involved in. It was as if his subsistence was being nourished upon the sheer vivacity of another's attacks; perhaps, that was why Gabriel could actually apperceive raw life energy. The genetic engineering could be to condemn or maybe it was the kiom's age... However, as his dexterity grew, the Graders perhaps were deliberating a way to eradicate him; but he needed to abide, for his childrens' sakes. The dim scintillating of the mystical conflagration which was suspended upon the velocity of the male's plume implied his quiescent imperative of mind. Gabriel's physique balked infront of Drileahe; as his mentality was eased into a tranquil demeanor, the sanguine glow around his configuration grew faint till it was virtually imperceptible. Oculus closed as he spoke, vocals lenient yet his habitual English provincialism never ceased. <b style=color:brown>"I don't want to fight-- I don't want to hurt anyone... This isn't like me. I don't take delectation in destruction... Why...? Why do you continue to assault me... I've done you no wrong..."[/b] </left></span></td></tr></table><center></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>The very moment the stranger defaced Cyon's game her thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Even the fact that she was right about the male being a shapeshifter gave her little closure, for the humiliation of being found out was a deabilitating blow to her self-esteem. The innocence dropped from her face as the limp left her leg. There Cyon stood as she truely looks, scarred yet healthy, and with a heart and mind as black as her scale-fur. Before she could come to grips with all this, she would have to accept something else, that the intruder had a black hole and a white hole (or, as she called them, scary things that are going to get her) and that he was planning to kill her. Yet, Cyon had to thank the Fates that the male she was trying to con was another magic user, Yet as soon as she though she was safe, her body was ripped into a new world along with the two elders. Cyon was awed at the chimerical place, but that awe was soon broken as the two resumed their magics duel. Logic told Cyon to run as fast as her paws could take her and as far away as her body would let her, but she stayed rooted, If it was some morbid fasination with the duel, or some gut feeling that kept Cyon there, not even she knew. But it was more or less the fact that this world was alien to her, and her chances of ever returning to her own home were greter if she stayed put. So the con artist watched unnoticed as the two males faught, hoping to remain unnoticed. For she knew that she had no defence against those powerful dark spells, and did not want to reach her doom at the age of 18 00.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table border="1" bordercolor="#EEEEEE" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF><p align="left"><span style="font-size:9px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">------{[; <b style=color:#275972>In[/b]<b style=color:#202020>Character[/b] ;]}--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inarticulate was the encompassing purview; the reticent vicinity was perpetual temporarily. Yet it was the taciturn thump of a droplet of blood that perhaps captivated the attention of Drileahe. The kiom's right empennage was imperceptibly severed by the monolithic varmint that had been manifested, the sight of a bittersweet droplet of blood was enough to prove the actuality that Gabriel was not immortal. Yet it was a minor scratch, impractical, and something the male 'dragon didn't rationalize. The masc wasn't letting Cyon die, the reality of the context was that the deranged one had yet to skim the exteriority of the kiom's capabilities. It was a solitary glance into the optics of the femora that made a sensation of acrimony surged within his blood vessels; she was a youth... Drileahe was attempting to detriment a pendragon younger than that of 2 000; abominable was such a malevolent exploit. Regardless of what the female had done in her diminutive lifespan, Gabriel wasn't going to be a spectator to another individual's death, thus she had his word for protection and the affiance she'd be returned to the living dimension. <b style=color:brown>{I won't let you die.... But if you want to live — when I say run... I want you to run as far as you possibly can; just run, don't ask me what's going to happen... Just run.}[/b] Were the orals of an insinuating telepath from the masc; slitted pupils gravitated upon Drileahe with an unwavering gaze, an iota of antagonism could be sensed. Monolithic pedicle thrashed to the right causing the surrounding velocity to convulse exorbitantly; as the male remained anchored in his position, a colossal monstrosity materialized. Forty feet high the herculean creature stood, massive avian appendages incinerated with an inferno — the incalescence from the conflagration was enough to singe the epidermis of anyone who came too close within the animal's vicinity. A mythological creature of the gods this beast was without demur, obsidian reptilian scales encompassed it's physique and yet instead of a configuration like that of a dragon — it rather, took on the appearances of an earthen tiger. Muscles rippled beneath the invertebrate's sheathing; while acuminate elongated canids protruded from it's upper lip, unshrouded and alabaster as the stars suspended within the abyss. The creature's pupils slitted like that of a feline's within intense luminosity and yet it's oculars flickered with scarlet fire, matching the monstrosities velocities respectively. It's tassel muscular and perpendicular, taking on that of a komodo dragon; upon the apex of this varmint's tail were two scorpion stingers, both adjacent to one another. These projections were serrated enough to jostle into a victim's periphery than wieldy inoculate a lethal dosage of venom. Beautiful this creature was in the visual perspective of the kiom... However, this animal was not here to enter a 'beauty rencontre' nor annihilate Drileahe but rather distract — whilst Gabriel did some bedimmed exertions. As the jowls of the varmint crenelated, a cacophonous, high frequency shriek reverberating within the vicinity — causing the realm to commove once more. With massive talons extracted the beast perambulated forth expeditiously in a liquidized run toward the deranged one... Hopefully distracting him for a moments duration of time. Pixilating again to invisibility the kiom endeavored laboriously against time; the pea size contraption he used once before, almost killing Drileahe would be replaced with a much larger mechanical device. This thermonuclear bomb was larger than the latter, yet only six diminutive inches in width, two inches in height. Imperceptible to one's visual perception it twas; this instrument was programmed to aggrandize into a three ton executioner. Upon activating the device, he remained in his impalpable demeanor, not to raise any suspicions on Drileahe's behalf... <b style=color:brown>{...Now... RUN!}[/b] It would be better on Gabriel's behalf if she listened; though knowing stubborn teenagers, they usually never did. She'd be a rare exception; but considering the circumstances, her life relayed upon it... The kiom grasped his riffle within monolithic pedicles, solitary digit convoluted around the trigger whilst his other paw calibrated the gun's scope. Gabriel was an exceptional sniper, being invisible did come to his advantage during a task such as this. He clinched his aim upon that of Drileahe's ribcage because of the lesser chance of missing, as long as the laser made approximation with any segmentation of the deranged one, it was farewell 'master of evil'. This was the kiom's contrivance A, he had three minutes to try and eliminate Drileahe with his riffle... Once that duration of timing was debilitated, the latter scheme B would take place... A nuclear detonation which would atomize every vitality in the vicinity of 3.98 miles instantly with the explosion. Anything within precisely 30 miles would disintegrate also as the combustion aggrandized further... As for radiation, well it would journey even farther than the aforementioned 30 miles... Never the less... The solitary digit of Gabriel's right pedicle pulled the trigger, an imperceptible laser emission was discharged — the kiom was attempting to murder Drileahe out of... anger... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Cyon recived the elder's plea to her through telepathy, which was not at all abnormal on Ramath-lehi. Though she had never taken orders from her elders in the past, the youth quitely resolved she wold follow these orders, if only for the safety of her life. The apperance of the fanatasitic beast created my the kiom was good enough to 'seal the deal' on her chosen corse of action. Pity the youth never learned telepathy herself, or she would have told the elder she would listen to him. The last thing Cyon needed was anydragon to worry about her. She could take care of herself, if only in her own opion. The female stood awestruck as the summoned creature raced to the other male. It was a miricale that she was able to hear the command she had dreaded from the elder, the one to run. As quick as her body would alow, Cyon stumbled off in the oppsite direction of the two kioms. As the battlefield began to sink into the horizon, the female picked up speed. Soon, she was working her legs for all they were worth, keeping herself from collapsesing by re-playing the male's warning over and over agin in her mind, as well as sceens from the duel she had witnessed. Cyon's sight became blurred, her body and senses became numb as she blindly raced on as if she was chased by and army of demons. She could feel one thing though, a single warm tear rolling down her cheek. "Why am I crying?" Cyon thought as she ran onwards with all her might, "Nothing bad is going to happen. The good kiom is going to defeat the bad one and take me back to my own world of Ramath-lehi. I can go back to my life, and this will all become nothing more then a bad dream. Right?"</font>
