thump thump: the small object thudded reassuringly against her slender white long stripe of her chest. the longish lavishly detailed tail and steering rudders flopped absently on the stone on with the female dragoness perched, the ceature more correctly referred and called a night fury (nert furt by the flesh and bloods) opened her eyes and glanced at the simple necklace around her slender neck, at its lowest point containing at its epicenter, its heart a semi-glowing violet crystal. the dragoness intelligent though she was (luckily for her) didnt realize exactly when this thing had materialized on her being, but she highly suspected it was around the time she was told she was reborn. her true maker the moon in the sky and a certain folower fury to rightfully bring her to now, to see it. even now she clutched her crystal almost lovingly, as if it brought all those memories afresh in her intelligent mind of how she started thinking currently.
at first the dragoness brokered the idea that her seer-of-all things to bring her into the path to enlightenment to to bless her with the crystal. but he told the fuy female who obeyed him that it was the will of the god protector. that mightve once upon a not so distant pastime reign utter confusion on the sky blue dagonesses mind. not mere days ago shed been a fool playing the game, as all guaranteed equally shared that fate, of thinking what she now is was a plague and attempting to run away from those troubles. shed snorted in diserain then as she did now: the moons touch extended omnipresently. where could the furys dumb enough former like her flee to? life was easier now that 'the one' had made her to what she now was...powerful; alone and most of all, having a will she was...a more powerful being, things were ill for her enemies indeed. "not that surprisingly even i have them. unlike others i have the power to get rid of them effectively."
in a way this crystal now given to her hanging on her was a testament of the new calculating loaw shar versel or 'eyes of the alone but powerful' in dragonic the language of the night furys. her little moment of momentary dreamy happiness clutching her crystal made versel realize that she had yet to lick the day old taste of day old vermilion off her paws. the fury made a face that twisted up her equally as lovely white teardrop bourne snout: with shared power bestowed as high second leader came gruesome jobs. not that loaw shar minded enjoying some imcompitant loyal night fury follower unconvincingly following her or the time to make her his trusted dragon. he left it seemed alot of the desirable duties that led to things she thought otherwise boring.
"i really must clean this blood off my paws for it makes me look unpure and dirty. a fury as powerful as me must look her best mustnt she?" mused the dragoness, letting go of the crystal to rest snugly by gravitys pull under her neck. one of those so called half hearted furys versel new full well of and might one day if asked gleefully dispose of. she just wasnt quite sure if her leader might approve of it. he was more focused on adding to his ranks of the thousands already under his aggressive leadership rather then weeding out within what he might not exactly pay attention to. but versel did. it struck the dragoness that maybe he wanted her for this reason alone; to see the weaknesses where it lay, strike that heart mercilessly like he knew her to be, finish the job and selectively remove any traces. she was gifted like that and versel knew it, also she had suspicions why her leader prized her so highly, spoke of her not like the rest of his followers, of value to him. shed continue to be that perfect dragoness for him in the years to come.
not like that half heated follower, like shed discreetly hatch plans behind turned tails but loaw shar couldnt be too cautious, perhts she and many withn his ranks were and versels leader didnt realize it. either way that brown unappetizing mud spattered fury female gave loaw shar the ill feeling of stale rotting uneaten mackerel heads. most disgusting. like even tough that one was successfully made to glance up at the moon and stars like the rest, there emained something...off...about that dragon. some way loaw shar determined herself (and her talons if need be) to fully explore all of those possibilities. a strong sense of loyalty must be to the god protector. 'half-loyal' dint count in the dragonesses opinion. shouldn't in any one elses ether. but enough of the past. it was the familiar twilight hour for loaw shar, the dusk the dragonesses favorite. shed quickly developed a harbored hatred of the daylight. if she could at all possible avoid those glaring tainting rays from that rising orange death-ball in the sky then that suited her just fine.
versels features crinkled in distaste thoughtfully. "why ever should a creature as magnificently powerful as i be forced to fly in such a horrid environment? not this dragon. in fact id recall how our mad little assistant takes pleasure in flying in full sunlight, wanting to be seen. youre sure are to make a scene of yourself. youre sure to get that allright. not me. i may loyally respect you but that certainly does not imply that id be so blunt to make myself a target for two legged eyes. they scan the sky all the time. at night we own our element and our species title the moon and night sky made us."
her leader, a strong aggressive but calculative fury by the title of low okar kahuakhaun, allowed her free will as his trusted dragon. loaw shar herself had yet to decide if that was a stupid or wise act. so versel gazed out at her shared realm and saw that it was good. she and her leader were about the only dragons tove been shown the truth, turn way hungrily with earnest in their orbs from their old natural ways, for this great only opportunity. that is star loaw okar made it clear that upon funding any scant free furys they were to away them to this side or of they refused or fled to end them. versel couldnt agree with her leader more. "there is only one way to deal with traitors to us. impurity amongst us furys is unacceptable. as our movement continues ti grow in unity to the moon that order shall become unnecessary. ill be the alpha to make them all see...or die! my claws assure me of it" she purred. she looked out on her realm from her stone pillar on which she sat.
loaw shar turned her elegant head slightly at the sound of a name she most despised, for little made her scared or deaf to treachery: "nightflight! nightflight! there you are!" a momentary life as something 'other' scuttled darkly across the back of her mind. she called out smoothly taking in the familiar set of mud brown splatted scales, her arrival mentally dirtying up her precious pristine spurt of rock. "no that name...has no more meaning to me. why is it you continue to use it? all parts of my valiant self is dumped in the bottomless hole i dash all the rest of the decaying old remains of myself including that name" her eyes fully locked on the landing follower positioned slightly behind nightflight, visibly quavering uncertainly. such a worrywart "this isnt the first time you have failed me miserably, dragon. therell be no one to stop us this time." loaw shar snarled theanantingly. "do not keep reminding me of how blind i was!" in a bout of delicateness reining herself in, acting like a proper fury, versel retracted her vermilion stained claws. "what do you need?"
the follower in question wer evayl arytiss regarded her female secondarily leader with what appeared to be dismay. "actually i was thinking its a question of who." nightflights ominous manner morphed into a calm but evil smile of smug satisfaction. she rose gracefully to her paws and paced the raised portion of rock. "ah yes the lone threat thats become all too evident to destroy the lot of us. loaw okar has become aware of her. my assassins have told me. for however obedient to my leader they also loyal to me!" loaw shar ignored the follower and relished the moment. "but perhaps...now that youve brought that matter to my attention once again...ill take matters into my own claws." plans began firing. "loaw okar lately has drifted from me to what he calls are more important presing deeds. whats more important then dealing with a threat destined to fight us tell its last breath, if its smart? why isnt he weary about this lone white night fury? does he have a plan in mind that i dont know or has lacked to inform me? doesnt he trust me enough? ill never fail his expectations, but apparently he is disappointing mine."
loaw shar sat down facing away from the drop off reaching up with a paw to once again clutch her crystal. if her follower noticed the motion she didnt comment. "i need you to fetch the 'others' and get our mad little winged assistant time to find and convert nona to one of our dissenters of dragonkind. she has been flying and hiding for far too long. that has to end. go back to whence you came. i have need of our mad little assistant. theres something i wish to talk with him about. our slippery fury female destined to elude us has gotten on my nerves as has her cursed ability to take down my repeated attempts at assassinating her before my leader has chance to convert her. that isnt going to work. her movements thus far suggest a smart and determined soul. so from now on your the next assassin." she dismissed the thought intruding how messy her claws still looked from ending with the last follower to not completely support the cause. shed dealt with him in ways that the 'others' would have nightmares for many sun cycles from then; she had guaranteed that with an awful iron certainty.
she caught arytisses eyes riveted on her necklace and exasperatedly dropped her clenched paw. "maybe your" she gazed thoughtfully all over scrutinizing the summoned follower a bit disdainfully doubtful. "acentrcies will see a favorable result this time around. seek out this menace. call on the god protectors guidance to seek resilvement. learn from it. it will show you the way. and for the lat time try to keep your scales on: a dismal string of get-dead-quick at its treacherous claws was not in mine or kahuakhauns wishes." loaw shar turned away dismissively her analytical mind already on other things. arytissd carry out her instructions without hesitation as the next in line assassin. ether that or fated again show versel its displeasure and that dragoness woudnt be seen again. the dragoness idly wondered how long this new assassin would get/last before she was forced to choose another soon after.
meanwhile wer evakyl arytiss took obediently to wing. her secondary leader may not realize it but she indeed needed to get far away from that twisted demoness. she wasnt to figure out that part of her actually contained a secret she refused to share with ether versel or kahuakhaun-"no" vowed the follower to herself resolutely. "silverwingthefury And nightflight. i will not label them those names. more like useless titles the moon gave them." unlike the followers male or female obliviously doing whatever those two powerhouses wanted like brainless beasts of unnatural time, this dragoness couldn't really explain herself. she deceived she remembered all the time shed been bourne until now. shed thought as loaw okar/silverwing thrust that murderous claw under her head to gaze at those starry brilliant points of illumination in the nlihgt above, shed perhaps feel pain. or something worse. that devine lusteous feeling akin to wanting to kill what might obstruct the god protectors progression filled the follower with power beyond her minds grasp, a new mission and a new name. wer evkayl arytiss.
but along that transfiguration process she learned to oddly keep her old memories, an even her original name. obuekhov was her true identity inside and out. the name still appealed to her over he bestowed title the moon gave her. it mightve allowed her to retain it. who knows. didnt it have the ability to carve that all out and make the follower fury forget herself? obuekhov felt different then any other follower. she felt lacking of that deranged overbearing simple-mindedness in wanting to kill as that delicious bloodlust inside her want to, she recalled her old worrisome self, but assured things back thend be just fine. little to worry about right? ah how so very wring she was. thered been a time that big dragon kahuakhaun was just silverwingthefury, overambitious maybe, but downright demented in his crusade under the moons pull? far from it, maybe just a little scheming but nothing too serious. an arrogant but not too seriously taken brute of a night fury.
all that changed one day, the day that altered obuekhovs world forever and made her who she was now. at the same time that conflicted with her sence of wanting to justuice to the god protector, who she now belonged to. nothing should change that. it was rue in the converting that they were just learning all about their new selves, what energies the god protector gave them and better leaving their minds open to what the stars commanded they do. at times obuekhov felt utterly confused. what was her real self? where did it lie? what she was going to do maybe wasnt something nightflight back there, if she overheard the followers plan, approve of. oh shed fetch that leaders precious silverwing/low okar for nightflight, delivering the word and news but as for suddenly becoming an assassin as shed put it? was that an honor of title or more a flattering word for losing her life? more like obuekhov was stuck with a doomsday job. this of course worried te follower all the more.
so a new plan surfaced from the remains of her untouched former self. maybe she woudnt kill, exactly that menace whoever it was., there was additionally that necklace that obuekhov eyes picked out. what as is purpose? dud her moon give her that? she reflected on that now as as he few to fund silverwings whereabouts. "the way she held the gem: like it was extremely precious to nightflight. it has to be a symbol somehow. those who wear sutch objects are the moons way of saying this is the chosen creature as the lead fury. that made coherence." then her secondary leaderd caught obuekhovs scrutinizing pointed look and let her paw drop. probably wasnt a good thing to have done that for the betterment of versels unpredictable moods. an idea from her old self popped: were versel and herself not that far apart after all? as far as the follower remembered silverwingthefury first converted her then came the appearance of this versel, a dragoness calm in stature wherever she stalked but a massive hidden aura of confidence/power/authority. obuekhovd sensed it right away when introduced and made to be one of them. her mysterious ways hadnt changed.
could this touching gesture be a reminder of the old brittle nightflight within loaw shar now, waging war with herself? something just wasnt right here. shed visit this so called dangerous foe to them all then decide what to do with the thing. back behind obuekhovs fretting form lurked loaw shar. her mind had wandered from the present back into the past. in part thatd made the pretty creature annoyed. "the past is itself and our enlightened kind cannot change this. not even loaw okar, though i detect all the time how he likes to claim he can. the current era here now is what we learn to cleanse the rest of this land and whatever fellow ones to come." "sssatissafaction. a good ceature thisss beasst has been. sserevess well" spoke the sudden voice not from outside but deep within nightflights mind. like all the transfigurated night furys she had developed/could communicate though a link auto established to the moon. itd lance its thoughts now and then into the braims of the subjects it had sway over.
hearing thgoht speak inside her always made versel feel as if there could go nothing ill for her. seldom as they be. she aswed it now how kahuakhaund taught her how, the tips for becoming more then shed ever been as a scrap of blue scales weeping for mercy. "yesss i feel i have been to you, oh mighty brilliance. others who dare saying i do not shall be subject to the fate of my fire and fury. withdrawn power and suitability is more then others do cant they? youve blessed us with so many gifts, and i with a position i do not deserve" versels eyes fouced on that white orb in the dark blanket of starless night overhead. "im such a blind creature to to have beleaved your essence didnt exist and simply as a source if light up there undoubtedly many other bests lile two leggeds think. fools! you must understand the source of intelligence to side with it and show the rest the way. purity and truth go talon in talon."
indeed was her dumb old self, fighting valiantly against her alpha leader. shame on her. when shed been caught by kahuakhaun she thought she belaved this the end of her. a lie as it occurred, that power flowing from the moon where her head was forced to stare at, into her lovely form. fill her to the cusp of its delicious addicting influence. the path to truth through it and loaw okar kahuakhaun. morphed a feeble boring life into something tuely dazzling; undergoing A change hopefully forever. loaw shar versel wanted to become some unsuspecting fury then she was now. "it matterssss now. youve become my hossst my eyes of the powerful. that sshall help ussss in futuresss ahead. you to have the othersssss blind minds open up to see the light. you cannot become anything elssse different now, dragon." nightflight nodded agreeably.
"yes. before i met loaw okar i thought he as corrupt as all the rest of the furys he brought with him. he has carefully led me into the right mindset. not an unwilling host to house your power within now am i? truth always wins doesnt it? why fight it? i wasnt...my current self and for that i versel am sincerely sorry for my actions." she tore her orbs off the moon almost flooded inside with guilt. she almost tore off her precious gemstone. "foolish i was an unspeakable pain. once i was converted rightfully...now i see. ive observed all things things as ive been. im grateful for being led to feel you blissful bloodlust anyway." a memory struck her then. creatures not on four agile paws or sporting a fancy pair of wings like her. oh few furys had known about her infuriating little loss by the time she straggled home to the base of like minded furys; expression looking like the namesake of her species, covered with tree splinters.
kahuakhaund caught the pitiful sight of her. hed only given a knowing smirk and offed no remark about it. so most definitely her leaderd know whered shed been off to, doubtful the rest did. our hunting for fellow furys to convert in the environment shed chosen to hunt in, shed lost to flesh and bloods. the nerve of them! shed oh so nearly possessed that wriggling human male in deaths grip if it were not for the rule of two in their species, if not for 'her'...
the first time in a very long time hed actually been able to feel and taste the outside world. feels like forever sicne then, at least sence his last little accident. thats because it was. sixteen (adventurous you could say) year old human boy blueflame strutted eagerly through the forest away from the southern village witch he cherished. though by then these partd easily been made mince meat long ago. no: humans in this part of the known lands were big tough brutes. vikings!
feared throughout the universe and beyond, men of little words, fewer expressions, terrors of the high seas or on land. at least thats what they chose to beleave. aw well most of them. blueflame wasnt necessarily the epotimite of the traditional viking villager mild. a little thicker set but not in that classic mold. his curly ebon hair really stod out. he felt rather happy that bourne with it not any other viking. he loathed those horned helmets the larger villagers back home, made him feel like a wild witless animal on the hunt. or a human with lion tusks on its head. probably made the wearer more scary then the animal itself, frightening young human infants in the middle of the night in pranks. on this wandering adventure to go out exploring he wasnt alone. sometimes to his optimistic attitude. "no john I want to be back home to my village to my training arena so I can reign my own happiness, no on some useless fanticy land campaign. I want no part of it." very optimistic blueflame didnt break his stride. "ooh common itll be like an adventure. compared to me your sutch a moody one. lighten up. dont be sutch an axe in the mud, ixxy just imagine the fun."
admittedly his female companion in this trip hed practically dragged along by the hand took matters more seriously. a fierce darkskinned determined of a girl, ixora jackson preferred constant time in the battle arena of her village, practicing for the next trouble that arose. those happened on a regular rotation. "these fruitless quests…nothing but a waste of time, howd they even let you roam out of the village this time?" blueflame contained the smarts to ixoras fighting (she was rumored to be highly trained back in the village why she was titled 'the hammerer of justice'). she wasn't one to make a show of things if life didnt require to be.
"what fun?" she asked sarcastically. all she saw were hundreds of uninteresting pine trees. "ooh you know ixxy. well find something exciting" he cheerfully called over his big shoulders skipping ahead. ixora sighed and grudgingly picked up her axe she was famed for to trudge after him grumbling. "do you count moss growing on trees and the lush grasses beneath our booted feet? boring to the last! I have about as mutch tolerance as does a mice with a boot. and see this?" she mined a fist with her free hand but it wasn't to cause blueflame harm. "I personally contain about as mutch of your enthusiasm as can fit in this hand. trust me there isnt mutch." the male viking turned around walking slower from the sting of her words. "ouch that's kind of harsh isnt it ixxy? I mean common. think of how bright the sun is shining today. its a sign. the birds are tweeting merrily in the trees."
actually now that blueflame mentioned the bird part there came not a peep now. eerily quiet accept for the two of them talking. "hey ixxy you noticed its gittin quiet all swiftly?" he trailed off. he frowned. "well that just means I can slay myself a nice wild bear or deer dinner with my hut tonight. mouse?" she hefted her axe with a glint in her eye "boot." "ohh yes very lovely. listen ixxy the reason I brought us out here is to hunt for dragons." the wild unhappy look in his companions eyes suggested how crazy he was. "heres what I think. we go out huntig-" "ya know and a tini bit. yah yah they raid us all the time: maybe theres a logical reasonable reason why they do. not by free will? the better we learn their animalsistic behaviors the happier ill be. give it a try ixxy I promise in absolute that youll love it too."
now if only they could get a sight of them. "no im not going any further with you. dragon sight seeing? that's the last strip patience ive had. its gone! tradition I firmly grown up in thanks very mutch dictates to destroy them. and you want to go right up to one and talk?" "yep arnt they sentiment?" he turned once again happily into the forestscape with grumbling ixora Jackson struggling to keep up. "if you truly dont want to come well I guess you can stay here alone." that bit into ixora like a backhanded insult. someone likej her didn't take those lying down. "excuse me? let my axe do the talking then and-" a rustle in the trees aroused blueflames attention. somethings in there. "maybe you were right about that mouse. probably a bear. lemme see your axe." instead, a white teardrop markinged muzzled flitted their way. ear plates lifted alertly. its elegant form stood out and perhaps if it attempted to hide in the green of the forest around it that wouldntve helped. blueflames breath left him. he grabbed her hand as he rushed up to his side. "look look its one of them. oh how shes so lovely. ohh pretty. I cannot believe our luck. look ixxy. it's a 'nert furt'. the rarest dealist kind of riding reptiles. it's a she by the look of her." the other she abruptly cut off the cutting mark at the sight of blueflames gaze: instinctively she readied her axe about to swing.
on the track of a night furish like scent, her sensitive snout to the grass loaw shar versel had tracked its stronger stench here. that meant her dragonic quaryd been here recently. possibly within the last day. to nightflight even cowardly running from the god protectors ultimate authority carried a stench. not a pleasing one ether. sweet hate thoughts bubbled out of her crafty jaws. "and ill track this others owners traces soon. if I run through the possible outcomes of your demise then that should leave me with the most desirable when I encounter. but its to be elaborate, like me. I wanna observe that expression I enjoy in your defiant snout before I do what i always do."
with thought came a coy smile to darken her jaws. "a last delightful little game of dragon chasing dragon." the way word on her necklace reminding her of her stubborn self, filling her with purpose. shed be weary of those treacherous bothersome flesh and bloods classically armed with those metal teeth they poked into unfortunate dragons of any species dumb enough to investigate. insistent and suffering plagues upon the land. her alpha leader hadnt expressed an interest in eradicating them yet strangely nor had the stench. versel was confidant in time they would. let the masses rejoice. wouldn't last forever.
"humanssssss" hissed the lancing thoughts of the moon. its power came weaker during the day still she could communicate strongly enough. loaw shar whorled to see indeed on the other side of twin thickset tree trunks a pair of them. hmm quite tiny for their nefariousness. didnt mean they were deadly. she slowly lifted her ear plates ringing her head cautiously and sniffed the air carefully. just the two she detected. nightflight realized then not only did they walk not far from her they both looked right at her. curses. shed been spotted. the dragoness at a time like this occupied on different matters hated being spotted! every dragon loathes being cournerd like her or not. versels jaws opened in a sharp his that began in her white throat and spilled out her maw, her signature teeth extending out of there place to show she felt threatened. as if cue the second female flesh and blood lifted its metal tooth into air; at her. itd impact a vulnerable part of nightflights underside she saw and the draginess couldn't have that. she opend her maw wide displaying her teeth about to leap out of the thicket in one mighty leap.
"stay back" the two legged female cried consecrating at the spot between versels eyes. she pushed her powerful legs, sailing with a downward flap of her wings to slam the armed female to the grass all the air leaving it in an explosive groan. she still retained its metal tooth though. rather then remaining helpless like loaw shar hoped it mightve it swung her fist at her muzzle striking a bone within that that unexpectedly hurt. nightflight scuttled backward as quickly as she could as that metal tooth cleaved through here her head had been. luckily the dragoness was as agile as she was, the most powerful night fury that had been so far made to see,. she was absolutely dangerous to the wrong kind of dragon, may it displease/oppose her, and she knew it. but this was an expertly trained flesh and blood as well. and this make loaw shar ironically very happy. "who knew? still you wont beat me; no one does. as long as my feet as my feet touch the ground and beat the air. I intend to keep on living. I deal death of fellow flyers, stubborn dragons. make them see. but you two wont even exist long enough to glimpse the next sunrise my two flesh and bloods" she giggled nastily their way.
rhe male turned n the female flinging placidly its long gangly appendages trying to halt it. she wondered of these two leggeds got her dragonic. only its next gestured decide that. "its growling and moaning in an excited fashion I think its just warning us to keep distance, our actions made it excitable. witch ill gladly abide. you scared it by rushing in all warlike. lower you axe. its female so it seems very harmless doesn't it?" versels analytical thoughts studied the pair for weaknesses even as an ear frill attentive to the reply of the offensive female. "look closer john. it certainly meant ME harm. I don't know what interpretation of harm that means in your diary but I am going to help myself to a nert furt. the chief says to not trust them. I shant."
an idea: along with a delicate abrupt end of dissenting follower furys nightflight knew flattery. and something more… muttering smoothly silkily under her breath "you both are even more meek then id been led to beleave. not going to barely undertake me a flinch. im a master of the deception. better then loaw okar even. hahaaa! I am most cunningly skillful at emotions of myself and others." shed more then fooled fleeing unlikely night furys. often with a force of her most loyal followers. to capture ana convert or slay, struggling as they timelessly did. eventually when versels talons and fire got to them they ceased to be
ixora hesitated, that attack just proved 'nert furts' shouldn't be left alive. thieving in the shadows all villages food sources other things shiny valued collectible to vikings. blueflames plead he not do her thing stopped her. her counterattacked missed unluckily. shed aimed for the weak point between its mysteriously alluring emotional eyes, "no no no this isnt right. stand aside." blueflame meanwhile had approached the sensitive 'nert furt' female stopping closer then ixora wouldve liked. he peered deep down into the depths of its lusterius eyes. he saw a whirl of intelligence, weariness nd fear but also hesitation to remain were it stood, innocence and a willingness to trust the boy. john nodded understandingly encouragingly, "you see ixxy it ceased ti be a threat: just wanted ti get to know us and now we have. for the last time lower your axel. its scanning the nert furt. my your so pretty."
he didnt see the female roll her eyes sarcastically at his back. "mmmhmm obviously I get that john. or you could get a little close to its tooth filled jaws and cease…to be. honestly ive witnessed bigger but stupider viking boys with water in their ears, never between them. now ive heard you've dine some CRAZY things in my tome but this admittedly takes the cake. I knew there was more then this excuse for a supposed nature walk. i knew it." she recovered, grinding her teeth at this devotion. he had the gall to neglect facts sutch as hiding facts he had servility and mushy feelings for dragons? "do yo mean to inform me that you care abot these winged devils? sympathetic to their plight? their cursed lizards with wings john. they cant have feelings. we live in a real world. time to return to it. its destroy or be destroyed. us or them."
"well excuse me I don't commit acts of such senseless brutality. now manyve they raid us-" "uh uh theres no possibilities. its yes they do" "what strange colors" the unarmed male two legged explained sounding very nonthreatening to her. nightflights keen obs maintained its devilishly masterful mask of hurt an innocence like a shroud, hiding the huntress underneath. her eyes narrowed, taking that one in; it possessed no metal teeth. what kind of two legged didn't carry? "well your uninteresting. boring enough to let you glimpse my sleek magnificence before I leave you in the dust. you to fools cannot comprehend the power that sizzles on the back of my retracted teeth, like honey, ultimate satisfaction."
she was about to turn away in disgust leaving these two tiny maggots behind in their insignificant world when two pawsteps into that decision the moons mind link stopped her. it sounded almost contemptuous. "mossst unwise. know your place, never thought humans essential. their amasssed crude. unsseakable pain. known your powersss of retention are assss loose asss the Bestowed leader. but thick as you are the desssint is clear." versels tail and steering rudders twitched insulted. she thought she happened to be leader too. she dared not hope the god protector mixed things up. she masked the evil smirk twitching at the edges of her jaws. sleekness and looks wouldn't help her here." fulfill your dessstintny" she was only too eager to comply. the armed female rushed recklessly toward the dragon who sidestepped neatly to let the foolish female plow right on by. nightflight was correct about it being a worthy opponent though small.
she casually whipped her tail around low to the grasses to knock her foe flat. "ixxy wold you quit being sutch a battle ready hothead and think?" it didn't listen to it the female companion too occupied on nightflight witch was just fine with her amusement. blueflame could see dismally that ixoras large axe would do to the 'nert furt' that well…mr borks ungainly mace did to that ol water trough back home, to take his anger out on it. poor old thing hadnt been properly mended since. probably wouldnt ever with the way his villagers bothered to mend things. hed tried to stop this bit no use. he could simply stand to the side observing the whole bloody spectacle. luckily when ixoa jackson lifted her her arm to aim it at the dragon it just missed it. slammed into the trunk instead. blueflames hope was ixoras frustration. uuugh. now itd take someone with the strength of a mountain to un-embed it. rats!
loaw shar shared the boys glee."hehe now your unarmed AND mine. couldn't be any sweeter." she smiled evilly confidently. she pounced intending to tap the two legged under the full unmovable weight of her white stomach to tear her to pieces. slowly and methodically to discourage future humans not to mess with the likes of night furys especially the ones belonging to the moons will. it rolled out of her thudding paws and rushed for its metal tooth embedded in the trunk. the dragoness followed its league and readied a paw. its back was to versels smiling muzzle. huffing with effort to pry the weapon loose. it ducked leasurally to the left as her bloodied paw slashed deeply cruelly into the bark where shed vacated intending to take her to Valhalla with the part of the trunk no doubt in it by now.
"you know what we really need? a metal that doesnt shatter like symrea that long blonde talker did to my last axe. a superior fighting tool." the female continued grappling with her weapon. splinters flying everywhere it seemed but at the target nightflight wished dead already, tree splinters blinding her vision, she tried to make out wher the large hapless boy stood. shed go after him then. far easier standing target and once it layed at her teeths end shed see the end of the females resolve crumple. compassion could be a weakness verseld fully exploit. worked with other dragons. "once youd stop yapping all that hurting noise. its an assut of my ear plates" along with the jibberish words loaw shar never heard before.
the female forgotten fore the moment seemingly oblivious to its male companions doom. versel rushed him her bloodlust energies spiking at the short climax. "oh well I do know in the smithy Jericho the brave can whip up a weapon in a cinch. did in in plenty of in battle needs. the finest metal weapons, unbreakable to the fiercest blade. gronkle iron I think its labelled by him. ill have to inform him next time." there woulnt be a next time if versel had her way. the rest of its yabblimg cut off as her shadow befell the male slamming underneath her blue paws, her wins flared victoriously pinning him three. the dragoness coldnt help feeling good of her catch. "oommmph" he groaned flat on the meadow floor. hers to scrap. versel was a very satisfied night fury. she felt it straining to break her talons grasp, fruitless efforts really wernt they? she spitefully pressed down a little harder on the squabbling things front to see what itd do. make a scene it did.
"okay okay im so sorry for coming across a nert furt. kept an ear open to what ixxy said to me, I thought by going with a partner id have twice the fun an experience then with a potential friend." that smile of a dragon knowing victory was hers faintly on her muzzle loaw shar waited iut is babbling paitently. " turn out to be twice a disaster. im as straight out simple as seaweed I know. do I have to end this way? cannot you see us for who we really are? I mean im nice and non harmful arnt i? were intelligent, maybe a little rough around the edges-okay a lot, arnt your kind?" versel felt around inside herself for that incessantly waiting plasma stirring waiting to be called upon; released. she built up a fireball now. her targetd go easier this way and mercifully. seeing defeat of the two legged and an end to this conflict. accidental as itd been. but she hesitated at its sudden optimism.
"I jusy have this longing tingling sensation in my heart that that's not what 'nert furts' are. so yes im sorry that I intruded so rudely upon your territory but im NOT apologizing that I finally saw a barely see known nert furt. ill keep on raving about it. we have a right to exist to being who we want to be, think what we think, and so do you. I know you can hear me. lets become friends. us two. whadda say?" something in its manner prodded at the dragons normally composed attitude making nightflight furious. she added power to her flames about to spill out of her maw while the moon helpfully added "end itttttt." vesel caught sight of her bloodied paws the anger died. thoughts of an earlier dragon that had emptied itself all over her claws. it disgusted her. "huumph ou know I reallllly ought to be rid of this mess I have a duty to do, I mustn't have further rebellious furys I meet to trap or end for the moons cause screaming and melting all over my body; far too messy. but ah well I guess that cant be helped."
the sky blue dragoness world-wearily let out a nasally sigh as she returned attention to the Riggling two legged. "BE STILL! once both of your taken care of by my design I shall have to remedy my methods of seducing further fleeing furies, ive already seen what my leader looks like after a good battle he relishes, am too brilliant and delicate to end up looking like loaw okar. not willing to clean up his scales after a battle. months of murder and nothing but does that to a fellow fury I suppose." the flames of consumption were interrupted rudely as it tuned out. the massive recently trimmed log came crashing thunderously onto the soft part of versels wings where they connected to her back. it mashed her so forcefully to the ground she let out a terrified squawk of surprised irritation. flapping them instinctively didn't offer her any additional; freedom. frustration at herself for being so foolishly unaware morphed outward chest constrictingly to the offending human. the source: the previously unarmed female now armed , brushing trunk splinters daintily off her hand and metal teeths sticky hand as if sutch things she saw or thought she did., looked like a painful experience for their kind. she cursed and she squirmed as mutch as she could but even night furys can be bested by some things and this was one such.
"so john you still think this was sutch a brilliant grand idea?" her trusty axe slung casually across her shoulder like some sort of keep sake pet she counted on one hand the problrms she saw: "lets see. brain dead by daybreak. deceptively silly the whole time here wouldn't tell me about the dragon part. walked up to talk with this cursed nert furt. yes I think mighty well that they'll as soon eat you as be friendly with little tasty viking boys. and nearly dead by evening. id say that accomplishes all on my finger checklist of why I don't go adventuring with you." she steered clear of its snapping face (ixora SWORE it added her to an invsabl elist of vengeance to get her back one day) to face blueflame. "so uh you gonna get me outta here? mostly trapped under a dragon and tree trunk here."
the boys innocent expression half made ixora Jackson turn away and let blueflame deal with his own trouble. she contemplated who shed rather toss her sharpened double headed axe at then knelt down to aid the viking getting unstuck. she wasn't hesitant to mutter no too quietly under her breath either. the helpless thrashing 'nert furt' actually made it easier to work him free. finally she succeeded in wrenching him loose from the crook of its white stomach falling back on her buttocks from the mammoth momentum backlash. "dawwwreegewgwgwlllllll!" the dragon shrieked. "whats that cant hear you" ixora joked coldly glaring at the source of living four legged troubles. "common lets get you back to the village before any more trouble finds its mean hands on you. wait until the chief gets a load of this" she marched off the intended result that hed trail behind without complaint. however he hung back reluctant to leave just yet. his personnel encounter with the especially beautiful creature wasn't over.
he glanced around secretively to see if the war women was anywhere near then focused in on the dragon. he fell to his knees so he became eye level with the enraged dragons flailing head, waiting. this close to her she was amazing to look at. as he suspected didnt take long for it to notice the viking. "hey. so im sorry about ixxys actions the weer uncalled for, I know. us vikings have a lot to learn before were true vikings. I hope your not very hurt. if i could get that tree trunk off you id do it alas im not that burly for such things, I hope you get free eventually." his eyes made compete contact with the 'net furt' he got her full attention and the thrashing of its roaring/wriggling stilled. "ahah! well ill come back for you. I promise-ulpp" this was the fault of ixora jackson gabbing by the arm and dragging him off. her manner wasn't happy. "I saiiiid were not reaming here: the we part being both of us. not simply me. you and your reduculous brazen ideas for adventures next time im picking the traveling exevitions and YOU get to tag along."
she failed to bing them into oblivion. outsmarted by the humans that scourged this land like a plague. things would be more unpleasant the next turn they shoul meet. she shouldve burned that stupid earnest right off that boys face. or bite it so it ran crying like little rabbits do before they get eaten. or lashed out in another way instead of listening to it. using that deceptive innocent mask herself when that male came right up to her in attenpts to let it free her before she bored her claws full into its front. however wasn't useful anymore of the two cheeky two leggeds couldn't see it anymore. cost her effort to maintain it sometimes. one of many useful abilities that served versels arsonel as loaw okars trusted dragoness. she let it drop from the teardrop markings around her eyes, her familiar manner displaying itself.
she barred her toothless gums at the departing shapes. no most certainly not those things betters' get her. she had no intentions of being poked with metal teeth repeatedly like a fascinating mouse found growing wings. for thier ignorant amusement. or worse skinned for another of thier spiteful sporting games. shed leave those forescape long before then. no one caught her. she and her claw skills are too perfect for that. but he made her one last vow under the tree. " you foolish humans! you think theres any dot of land I cannot possibly find? I am the all powerful versel! I will tear the world apart looking for you! hear me? you shall not escape! theres not a scrap of timber you can hiiiiide from meeeeeeeeee! nowhere!" perhaps they could hear her or maybe not. one thing loaw shar vowed that day, next time shed arrange for a meeting with that particular human boy, destined to most unpleasant for him. then only then would he be hooked on the end of versels claw. no mate of dragon telling her no would stop her from savoring that day. nightlightd make that happen.
in the present loaw shar found herself wanting the urge to clench the crystal possessively. it hadnt been there back then the sunny day she met those two humans, nor would she enlighten any dragon of her bittersweet failure to trap them. just for her the moon and loaw okar to keep secret. gloating gossiping followers neednt learn of her dismal outcome. certain ones like a close hulking female brute (containing absolutely zero manners in nightflights opinion; she pondered why kahuakhaun hadnt gotten rid of her already, sutch was the pain in the tail that one was) would-be schmier of her leaders would be absolutely delighted to hear of it and do something about it. perhaps find it an excuse why loaw okar trusted her so much and that he shouldn't. verseld swiftly deal with sutch furys if they got too out of claw with it. wiser still if her leader, though he saw her not so proud return home, kept his own jaws shut about it. at least his way now she commanded a larger hordes of kahuakhauns followers sience enslaving a few more dragons . this way versel possessed a tomorrow to look forward with her entire being. but such matters were small in the long wing. that lone dragon no doubt parading arrogantly about the countryside eluding her assassins came more pressing. to her at least. she couldn't be too optimistic about loaw okars feeling the same.
she shook her head to that old thought and focus on the present. it was that time for a new enlightened truth-fulfilling era and universe. where nothing threatened their belief. more assimilation of the rest of all night furys would soon follow or be forgotten along with the deceased. threrd be those who didn't think like her leader and versel did of that she was sure. threrd be more. it was her followers jobs to try and persuade them that it wasn't all it appeared. a bit of a push in the right direction should be more then enough to turn them. shouldn't it? with the aggression of loaw okar not far behind to back loaw shar up this stale movement wouldnt merely be a fanticy, a dream, but a structured ordered reality. personally the dragoness would see to it.
now that she had a smart enlightened mind. "there might be some use for kahuakhauns stalking overlooked major annoyance: that kill-happy mass of muscle after all. if she lusted after such crude things then perhaps it comes time to allow her to do so, put her to the test. she might plot behind my leaders tail, kahuakhaun perhaps too busy to notice or care, but i keep an eye on that follower. thinks herself the top follower there just cause shes larger then they are, you laughable excuse" versel snorted amused with her wit. "she can snivel all she liked but she is still answerable to those with bestowed power above her: me and loaw okar. and she cant tell me no if shes summoned. ill stick her in an inescapable vice. shell know it too if shes as smart as she claims."
shed need to find her first assuming shes not away on some rampemt errand for her alpha leader. "ill send her after that boy to find and seek out, ill have her out of the way while I do my work, with any greater luck shell not come back from that assignment ether. unlike that worrisome obuekhov arytiss our movement under the moon can do without such tyrants as you. a trail of split dragons isnt what I have in mind for my plans of the god protectors ultimate goals nor whats its soly about. " must be what skitiiva loaw ranak branarr thought about all the time though as a boring existence, if thats what versel called living. "and while the boy north of here last I heard is tracked obuekhov covers the dragon threat. hahaahahaaaaa."
loaw shar lifted of her rock. time to go. she coudnt sit here all night. she rose majestically into the air with deliberate flaps of her white dotted wings. the full moon shown slightly behind versel as a reminder of its influence on its subjects, despite the alteration of nightflight even it couldnt drain the fact she was and would be a pretty creature. her shadow cast long on the ground far below regally megestically her eyes leaking purple fire as did the crystal dangling lovingly around her neck. "no one can stop us now! that dragon will son be ours!" she hoped her shout sent omnious chills to anthing keen enough to listen to her "I AM NIGHTFLIGHT VERSEL! FEAR ME!"