SO I decided to write a new series based from Kung Fu Panda. I don't know what I'll do with my other story. I've been working on a different story and forgotten what I wanted to do with it. So I'm stickin with Hidden Tiger, Golden Dragon.
Berria
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Hidden Tiger, Golden Dragon:
The night was chaotic, storms were scattered across the land as the mighty Chinese Lung flew through the air. The Lung was holding something in it's five clawed hand. It shimmered as lighting reflected from its gold plated skin. A dragon much the same as the dragon holding it. Indeed it was in the shape of the holder.
The Lung continued to fly, struggling greatly. He was resisting to abdicate from the sky. He was weak, and sore. But allowing pride to better him, the Chinese Lung continued to fly. He was searching for something, some place. Looking left and right, and down, the dragon winced as he turned his head. Scales began to peel. It was nearly his time.
The dragon spotted a cave, north from his flight. Nearly 4 miles, it was a simple arial challenge, so aboveboard, but in his state, the dragon had to take the flight slow. He was beginning to feel capsized.
His eyes slowly began to close, but he knew he had to reach the cave, before it was too late. 3 mile pass, he began to descend. He passed the 4 miles he counted, and tumbled into the cave, his legs twisted here and there. It was dark, damp, cluttered with puddles of water. The Lung felt nearly at home, for he missed his home in the vegetated forest, the beautiful grotto.
He flinched, and felt a wet substance drowl down his snout. It was his blood, and no wonder he was bleeding. Behind him lay his left staglike horn, and 3 bloody claws, and bloody feathers.
His teeth felt loose, and the Lung felt several of his teeth fall, and he heard them hit the floor with a clang, as he opened his mouth to let blood drip out.
His tail was nearly bald of the feathers, and the feelers on his head had begun to molt. Scales fell to the floor heavily.
The dragon limbed further into the cave, and as he reached a fork in the path, and saw a pedestal. Just what he wanted to see.
He grumbled, and sighed weakly, before placing the little Golden Dragon on the pedestal. He placed the goolden dragon so that the snout was facing him. The Golden Dragon gleamed with a furious glance.
The Chinese Lung raise his bloody and battered head, and roared a mighty roar that shook everything around him. His roar was a cry, a cry of pride, and honor. And in his roar he whispered a prayer.
'Great Gods and Goddesses, take care of my soul as I will rest, and reveal my secrets, to the one that will be the Guard of my kind, and my kind only. Please...find...the...Guardian. And bring that Guardian to learn my knowledge, and become the next King'
The roar died, as did the dragon. His body cascaded in a waterfall like way, as his body changed peacefully into pink cherry blossom petals as did the remains left behind. The storm ended, and the suns rays illuminated through the caves roof holes. And the wind blew away the petals, but left a white petal. That single white cherry blossom petal, was whisked into the air, and landed gracefully on the the Golden Dragons left claw. The Dragons eyes, once gold like the rest of the statue, turned Jade.
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HIYA!
A young female Sumatran tiger kicked away her oppnent, a Chinese Alligator.
A Golden Lion Tamarin watched his students battle, and he listened to the beats of their feet. Closing his eyes, he listened to the trees, and wind. The two were battling on the island Sumatra, which was covered with trees. Finding peace was remarkably easy.
The Tiger blocked with her forearm, and kicked under the Alligator, while leaning far back, away from his crushing jaws. They snapped down gently, the Alligator realized he had missed the Tiger, and swung his powerful tail, and conjured as much strength he could, slamming his tail onto the Tigers stomach.
She gasped, and clawed at the tail, but it was useless. The scales were far to thick, almost nothing could penetrate through to the soft skin underneath. Giving up the tail, she figured out a way to get the beast off of her. Stretching her fuzzy tail, she used the hard bone underneath, to poke the Alligator in the eyes. The Alligator, in response, lifted his tail and rubbed his eye furiously.
After he was finished caring for his eye, he positioned himself, left and right leg apart, and 75 of his weight on his left leg, and arms at the ready, for blocking and hitting. The Tiger raised her arms, and positioned her arms above her head, left above her head, right at her chin, legs apart, ready to attack.
The two waited, for several minutes. Staring into each others eyes, waiting for any reaction...
The ambiance was incredibly harsh, intense.
"STOP!" The Golden Tamarin shouted, and ran to the Tiger and Alligators sides. The two students relaxed their tight bodies, and bowed respectfully.
"Master Bingwen." The Tiger and Alligator said in unison.
Bingwen took in a deep breath, and exhaled, then straightened his red and orange robes.
"Master Bingwen?" The young Tiger asked, concerned for her master, her voice was soft, yet firm.
"Ju, go find the other four, NOW!" Bingwen told his student in an urgent voice. Ju was the female Tiger, and she immediately sensed something was amiss. Just the feeling in her heart told her so. Rubbing dirt from her light and dark purple fighting robes. Once she was done, she ran off without another word to find the four other students. The Alligator could tell his Master was uneasy.
"Master?" The Alligators voice was deep, but not deep enough to be a full grown man, simply a teenager.
"Deming, I fear something has gone terribly wrong. Come Deming, we, ourselves have to assemble before Ju finds brothers and sisters. Come with me." Master Bingwen began to ascend toward the Emerald Temple, Deming following carefully. Both ascended the two thousand long staircase.
Which with their abilities took only minutes.