A quiet loud scream
In the town of Apok, on the western shore of Geonlan, a man brushes past a woman silently, stealing her currency, the brown-gloved hand touching the most chilling part of her body.
The woman spins around and shouts, "Give that back, thief!!!" After seeing the man continue walking she chases after him. "Hello! You son of a bitch, give it back!"
The man then turns down a dark alleyway and disappears. The woman walks deeper into the alley, she turns around to leave and finds the man right behind her. She runs away, but is trapped in the dead-end. She lets out a blood-curdling scream and kick him. The man bends down to look at his leg, nothing, he grabs her and throws her down. She screams again and is pinned by the man's brute force.
"You cannot run..." he laughs at her, and the woman feels her heart begin to pump faster as the man finishes his sentence. "Not from the Anasoule!!" She lets out another scream and is never heard from again.
Dragon Raider
A young man named Irionun sits alone in his house, bored to death. He is a 13 year old, human. He is 6feet tall. This kid is actually the strongest kid you could see. His family came from a long line of Numiari's. His great-great-great-grandfather had saved the world from a wicked beast called the behemoth.
Of course, he had the hereditary flame-red hair, that's why his friends called him Crimson. He had soft, pasty skin, and his forehead was dotted with pimples. He had big, dark emerald eyes. His hands were big and masculine, and his feet were almost 14inches long. He constantly wore three bracelets on his wrist, two black bands of darken skin, and a light blue coloured one, made of sinew.
"Hey mom?" Irionun called, smoothly. "Can I go outside and practice my swordplay?" he was already holding his father's sword, gracefully.
"....Fine," She said flipping a flapjack. "But you be back before dinner, or your grounded for a month."
He nodded and drew the sword, he proceeded to walk outside in the blistering heat of July. He swung his sword to and fro, he put slices into trees and cut off leaves. He impaled a tree and his sword became stuck inside it. He pulled and pulled his hardest (and believe me, that is about as strong as an ox), but the sword would just not move.
Suddenly, he was hit in the back with what he thought was a huge club. He stood up and looked behind him at a beast that hit him, he groaned a loud, long groan and looked at his sword, still stuck in the tree.
"What do you want?" Irionun backed away, swiping his dark red hair from his pale face, and slowly backing into a corner of trees.
The beast said nothing but lunged at the boy, the beast whipped his hand before his face, pulling a sharp triangular sword up to his chin. The beast put the sharp point forward and ran. Irionun moved left, and the beast hit the tree, knocking Irionun's sword out.
Irionun grabbed the hilt of the sword and threw it upwards, and catching it again, he guarded his neck, looking fierce. A small orb dropped from his hilt and into the soil. After a few charges from the beast, Irionun slipped over the orb and fell. His body tensed up as the beast drew clearer, then the orb shot a red light at the beast, the beast backed away and the light stopped.
Amazed, Irionun picked up the orb and threw it into the air, not realizing what he was doing he cut it in half.
The orb started giving off a red glow as it split, and then the sound of a million tiny dragons sounded as they emerged from the orb and covered Irionun in a hard, shell-like metal. His temples started feeling heavy as two discs appeared there, a long glasslike red pane appeared from the discs and connected at his nose. Two dragon eyes appeared where Irionun's eyes were.
"Fight me now." He said to the beast who had finally removed his sword from the tree. Irionun felt more strength run through his veins, he felt a dragon inside of him, the anger and fury, the frustration and power. He suddenly felt, almost impossible to be weakened, even... invincible.
The beast attacked, his sword moved up and blocked the beasts attack, his blue scaly hide sweating all over Irionun's metal skin, Irionun simply blocked his attack. The beast swung right with his sword, Irionun kicked the sword down with his huge foot and stabbed the beast in the throat, demolishing the beast, not the full beast, just the innerbeast. It throbbed for a minute and disappeared.
"Irionun!!! What are you doing!?" screamed his father, in a bloody roar. "How did you find that Dragon..." he took a breath, "Just change out of that form and get back in the house!" Jonas yelled at him. Jonas was a jet-black haired, sturdy man. His hair was always combed back, kind of like someone had ran their fingers through his hair with black grease mixed with ink. He stood not too much taller than Irionun but he was ripped. His arms were the size of a watermelon, his legs were powerful and quick. He was sharp witted and a sarcastic man.
His mother was ashamed and yet, the tone in her voice had a hint of pride in it when she said, "He's found his innerdragon? While using your sword?!" she started screaming and beaming. "Omigod!!!" she ran to her son and started kissing him all over the face. Irionun felt his face turn as red as his hair....
In the town of Apok, on the western shore of Geonlan, a man brushes past a woman silently, stealing her currency, the brown-gloved hand touching the most chilling part of her body.
The woman spins around and shouts, "Give that back, thief!!!" After seeing the man continue walking she chases after him. "Hello! You son of a bitch, give it back!"
The man then turns down a dark alleyway and disappears. The woman walks deeper into the alley, she turns around to leave and finds the man right behind her. She runs away, but is trapped in the dead-end. She lets out a blood-curdling scream and kick him. The man bends down to look at his leg, nothing, he grabs her and throws her down. She screams again and is pinned by the man's brute force.
"You cannot run..." he laughs at her, and the woman feels her heart begin to pump faster as the man finishes his sentence. "Not from the Anasoule!!" She lets out another scream and is never heard from again.
Dragon Raider
A young man named Irionun sits alone in his house, bored to death. He is a 13 year old, human. He is 6feet tall. This kid is actually the strongest kid you could see. His family came from a long line of Numiari's. His great-great-great-grandfather had saved the world from a wicked beast called the behemoth.
Of course, he had the hereditary flame-red hair, that's why his friends called him Crimson. He had soft, pasty skin, and his forehead was dotted with pimples. He had big, dark emerald eyes. His hands were big and masculine, and his feet were almost 14inches long. He constantly wore three bracelets on his wrist, two black bands of darken skin, and a light blue coloured one, made of sinew.
"Hey mom?" Irionun called, smoothly. "Can I go outside and practice my swordplay?" he was already holding his father's sword, gracefully.
"....Fine," She said flipping a flapjack. "But you be back before dinner, or your grounded for a month."
He nodded and drew the sword, he proceeded to walk outside in the blistering heat of July. He swung his sword to and fro, he put slices into trees and cut off leaves. He impaled a tree and his sword became stuck inside it. He pulled and pulled his hardest (and believe me, that is about as strong as an ox), but the sword would just not move.
Suddenly, he was hit in the back with what he thought was a huge club. He stood up and looked behind him at a beast that hit him, he groaned a loud, long groan and looked at his sword, still stuck in the tree.
"What do you want?" Irionun backed away, swiping his dark red hair from his pale face, and slowly backing into a corner of trees.
The beast said nothing but lunged at the boy, the beast whipped his hand before his face, pulling a sharp triangular sword up to his chin. The beast put the sharp point forward and ran. Irionun moved left, and the beast hit the tree, knocking Irionun's sword out.
Irionun grabbed the hilt of the sword and threw it upwards, and catching it again, he guarded his neck, looking fierce. A small orb dropped from his hilt and into the soil. After a few charges from the beast, Irionun slipped over the orb and fell. His body tensed up as the beast drew clearer, then the orb shot a red light at the beast, the beast backed away and the light stopped.
Amazed, Irionun picked up the orb and threw it into the air, not realizing what he was doing he cut it in half.
The orb started giving off a red glow as it split, and then the sound of a million tiny dragons sounded as they emerged from the orb and covered Irionun in a hard, shell-like metal. His temples started feeling heavy as two discs appeared there, a long glasslike red pane appeared from the discs and connected at his nose. Two dragon eyes appeared where Irionun's eyes were.
"Fight me now." He said to the beast who had finally removed his sword from the tree. Irionun felt more strength run through his veins, he felt a dragon inside of him, the anger and fury, the frustration and power. He suddenly felt, almost impossible to be weakened, even... invincible.
The beast attacked, his sword moved up and blocked the beasts attack, his blue scaly hide sweating all over Irionun's metal skin, Irionun simply blocked his attack. The beast swung right with his sword, Irionun kicked the sword down with his huge foot and stabbed the beast in the throat, demolishing the beast, not the full beast, just the innerbeast. It throbbed for a minute and disappeared.
"Irionun!!! What are you doing!?" screamed his father, in a bloody roar. "How did you find that Dragon..." he took a breath, "Just change out of that form and get back in the house!" Jonas yelled at him. Jonas was a jet-black haired, sturdy man. His hair was always combed back, kind of like someone had ran their fingers through his hair with black grease mixed with ink. He stood not too much taller than Irionun but he was ripped. His arms were the size of a watermelon, his legs were powerful and quick. He was sharp witted and a sarcastic man.
His mother was ashamed and yet, the tone in her voice had a hint of pride in it when she said, "He's found his innerdragon? While using your sword?!" she started screaming and beaming. "Omigod!!!" she ran to her son and started kissing him all over the face. Irionun felt his face turn as red as his hair....