A/N
OK, OK, OK!!! I know it's been two months! ;.; I had a bad case of writer's block... And then FanFricker.Net just HAD to delete Bloody Scales, and THEN of course, I discovered Inuyasha....
It's been HECTIC!! -; So, SORRY!!!!
Faux: To everyone who has read Bloody Scales, should we repost it or not? We dunno, 'cause either FanFricker.Net found it, or someone who REALLY despises us reported it. ;~; Making me sad! *Cries*
There there, Faux. I'm sure people want it back... Right? *Looks at reviewers*
Blue Dragon: *Sigh* Let's just go on with the fic. This chapter'll be MUCH longer than the last! ^_^
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Key:
Thoughts
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It poured outside. Not really surprising, since everyone had been expecting it from either the smell or the lying, annoying weather forecaster... If you were in the future, that is.
The black dragon walked alone silently in the forest, dangerous claws breaking through everything they touched. Its breath came out in hot steam, and enveloped its in a cloud of mist, which wetted the caked up, dry blood on its razor-sharp teeth. The crimson substance ran down the scaly snout of the beast in rivlets, and splattered onto its front feet.
But... It wasn't just on the pearly whites that there was blood. It was everywhere on this creature's body. Wings, tail, back, feet, ears... Everywhere.
The creature suddenly stopped placing its feet in front of each other, and sniffed the air. It smirked, and ran a tongue over its canines experimentally.
I'm coming, my little devil... Oh, I promise you that!
After that small, yet convincing thought, the animal smirked, and took off at an alarming speed, racing through the silent forest, running straight through a tree when necessary.
It ran silently, not making even the slightest sound. When its feet landed, there was no thud, just a soft "whoosh" of air. When it ran through a tree, you'd expect to hear a crack, or even the tree to fall over with one of those "timber's" the pale faced, modern white things say.
But no. There was nothing. For you see...
The creature was dead.
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I woke up and looked over towards my master and that... "dude" that wanted to stay with him. Shock coursed through me as I saw him snuggled up with this... "dude." But, memories flashed through my mind, and I realized that my old master was also in love with a man.
He never got to stay with him, though... I guess it was life...
Sighing, I watched the couple sleep peacefully. My heart still ached when Shizuka left, but... this "dude" better make that up. If he doesn't... Well, the consequences will be painful.
Blinking, I realized that I, along with the rest of us, had forgotten about the bleached-haired one. Grinning, I also remembered that the subduing spell on his mind must've worn off by now. But... He still couldn't move.
"DEAR GOD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, LET ME OUT OF THESE... INVISIBLE THINGS THAT I CANNOT SEE!! NOW!"
I laughed, and complied to his wishes... slightly. I only went over there, and stood there, looking into his dark chestnut eyes. He blinked at me.
"What? Is there something on my nose?"
My eyes twinkled in laughter as he scrunched up his nose at me. I was, to say the least, fascinated with these pale-skinned creatures. Our master greatly resembled them, but he still had the differences that told them apart... Like the tail for instance. I studied him for a moment longer, before he started to, and fail miserably, to curl himself into a ball. Oh, did I forget to mention he was hanging from the ceiling?
He growled at me as I approached him. I stood up on my two feet, and started to climb the... "invisible things that he could not see." This surprised him greatly.
"How... how did you do that?" he demanded.
I looked down at him, and opened my mouth. My tongue lolled out, and it looked to be a lop-sided grin.
He once again glared at me. "What he hell?!" He started to struggle, which in turn wiggled me around a bit. I sighed and rolled my eyes at the stupidity of him. These creatures might be interesting, but that didn't mean that they were smart.
"Stop struggling, and I might untie you." He stopped immediately, from fear or the want to be untied, I'm not sure.
"Good. I guess humans aren't as daft as they look."
I climbed up the rest of the "rope," and blew out blue flame. It melted the stuff quicker than you could say "la tee la tee la." Thus ending with a loud THUD.
The human got up angrily, and stomped away. I didn't care; he was getting boring anyway. But... I wanted something from him in return for... um, whatever we gave to him.
"And just where do you think you're going, human?"
He stopped, and turned in mid-step. "Places," he snarled. "Gotta problem with that, scaly thing?"
I looked at him, eyes half closed in boredom. "No, I was merely wondering where you're small, feeble mind and its poor vessel was off to. Gotta problem with that, O Daft One?"
He clutched his hands into fists, and held them at his sides, willing himself, it seemed, not to attack the smart-ass dragon. At least, that's what I read from his mind.
Shaking with silent laughter, I rose from my position on the floor, and glided over to him, stopping so we were only a few inches apart from each face. "Go ahead; try it. I'll bet that you can't lay a finger on me. If you do, I'll let your silly small self go. If not, I expect something of value, or its back to the ceiling, Daft One!"
The human looked puzzled for a moment, before grasping that it was a challenge. "Oh! It's a challenge then...?"
"Duh."
He was, once again, back into the "do not kill the smart-ass dragon" position.
"Fine. It's a deal."
"Well then, let's get started!" And with that, I flew up into the air in a spiral, landing on my front claws in a back flip. He looked appalled, and I smirked at him, once again going airborne.
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he black creature suddenly halted from its never-ending cycle of legs moving. His mane of deep purple floated in front of his face, and more blood dripped off of his body; where it came from, no one will ever know.
He snarled which scared the living daylights out of the animals of the forest. Birds squawked and left their roosts; squirrels snapped their teeth together impatiently, hauling their nuts to a nearby crevice, stashing them, and scampering off into the darkness. All the animals did whatever, but one was not so lucky.
A small, gray dove was pushed from the perch of several white doves, and she hurtled down into the shadow of the creature. She lay there, panting slightly from the fall, when the black dragon turned around slowly and faced her. Its red eyes bore into her very soul, and the small bird's eyes widened.
It opened its fangs. Saliva dripped from every fang; glistening in the moonlight. Hot, rancid smelling breath cascaded down upon the frail form. Inside there was rotting gums, and a few splinters of bones here and there.
As some of the saliva dripped down onto her, she became paralyzed with fright.
Oh my god!
The creature, after a moment, decided that she wasn't quite ready to eat yet. So, he spoke to ebb the time away.
"They say that love is a bird; she needs to fly..." His voice was cold, hard, and chilly. It sent so bad of shivers down your spine, that it left a scar, one so bad, if you ever get the shivers again, you'll die of pain.
"But... why do you not fly, little one?" The bird was silent, as was the whole wood.
"Speak!" the creature roared.
"I... I can't!"
The dragon looked at her, bemused. "Really, now?"
It opened its fangs a little wider, which made the bird go into hysterics. "I-I can't fly b-because you-ou're scaring m-me, and because I'm a-afraid that y-you'll eat m-me!"
The black scaled dragon blinked at her, and his grin widened into a smile. "How right you are, little bird. You're ready to eat now... But one more question. Why are you gray and not white, like all the other doves?"
Why does he ask me this?!
She sighed, and closed her eyes, saliva still raining down upon her. "I'm gray because I was born the ugly one; the stupid one; the one that won't succeed. I guess that all those old stories are true."
"I hate my life-" Why am I telling him this?! "-everyone hates me." Why doesn't he eat me?! "I am ugly; I am sin. I have no beauty." Why can't I stop? "I'm ready to die, Sir. Eat me at-" What am I doing? "-will."
The creature looked speechless for a moment, before its smile faded away. "You're life much reflects on my own. But... I never was one for heart-whelming speeches. Time's up."
The small dove closed her eyes, and exhaled. Before I die, I have one wish. Please, anyone up there, tell me what I've done in my life to deserve this death. Please...
Those were the little bird's last thoughts before a crushing weight came crashing down upon her lungs, killing her instantly.
But everyone knows that, if you kill a dove, Bad Luck, the devious little twerp, will follow you around for the rest of eternity.
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OK, so it wasn't EXCRUCIATINGLY long... So what? I think this one was rather sad... Oh! And I own the dove!
Faux: Please review!
