☆Draco
Aurelian Enclave
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Post by ☆Draco on Jun 21, 2011 17:26:49 GMT -5
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Draco gave a slight nod to Sandralina then looked to the small black male. His expression was unhappy and Draco could see it no matter how hard the male tried to hide it. He gave a devious smile flcking his forked tongue out of his mouth and showing his razor shark-like teeth. "It seemss you are not happy to ssee me, why iss thiss?" He gave a bit of a hiss, his witty remark would most likely start a fight between him and the male but it would keep him occupied while the female myou tried to reassure the weakling of a lyxxus.
His red eyes held a mischievious glint in them but it quickly changed to confusion when the air around him seemed to slow then speed up in a blink of an eye. He whipped his head around and scanned the two wolves. This show of power had impressed him greatly and he wanted to know who had done it. His dark red eyes were power hungry and a wolf who could do this would be great on his side. "I demand to know who hass done thiss, thiss excellent sshow of power?" his question was fierce in his haste.
He left the black winged male with a flick of his long scaly tail on his nose and a flick of his ears. He approached the two females and stared at both with a fierce unwavering gaze. First the myou then to the panting lyxxus. His eyes darkened and a scowl spread across his face as he realized that this weakling of a lyxxus was the holder of the power. But still he could help her or train her to use this and have her become stronger, yes he quite liked that idea and so another devilish smile spread across his face as he stared at the lyxxus.
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Post by lyta on Jun 22, 2011 16:35:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [bg=ff0000] Lyta stared up at Sandralina. For a first, she resented her telling her well done like a teacher would to a overeager pup. For a second, she was lying on the floor panting and Sandry was suggesting she did something very, very dangerous. Now the new Myou was making demands and Sandry was streaking down from the sky like a bolt of winged lightning towards Lyta's exposed flank as the red wolf heaved for breath and coughed up a little phlegm. She couldn't summon up the power. She was too tired, exhausted, and she'd had this stupid magic for what, half an hour? How was she suppose to avoid getting killed now? ...Because I will. Fire flashed through her veins with a power greater than anything that the Great Spirit might give her. Because I am Lyta. She counted in, summoning up a memory of what felt like lifetimes ago; meditating in the fresh mountain air, the breeze tinted with scents of mint and perfect coolness brushing her pelt. She counted, one two three four one two three four. She yanked at time, it was being unruly, it did not appreciate the interference of a little red lyxxus somewhere in the infinite reaches of reality- no matter how blessed by the Great Spirit she might be. I don't care. Lyta kept counting. She did not let the tiredness break her, did not let anything force its way into her circle. She was a shimmer upon the early morning lake as she cleared her thoughts and exerted her will. I am Lyta. I am stronger than anything. I am stronger than Time. I will prevail. She pushed with all her spirit and mind against the rippling stream of time and forced it to her count, using the steady numbers as a guide, and just as the barn swallow Myou would have inevitably hit her, just as it was about to become too late, Lyta fell into slow-time. Sandry was fast, but Lyta was faster, faster than anything. She stumbled to her feet and rolled, pressing herself against the edge of the cliff. She was safe. She tried to pull herself out of the slow-time. It was hard; she was tired, and felt battered all over, though she hadn't been hit at all. She dragged herself back into the present and found that she wasn't in the present. She was falling into darkness. The small red Lyxxus fainted.
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Post by |-Sandralina-| on Jun 25, 2011 16:34:01 GMT -5
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Her amber eyes widened as she sped on, heading straight for a large stone. She couldn't pull up at that point, she had been distracted for too long, and even she knew this move was dangerous, no matter what she was performing it on. She only used it unless it was necessary, being as lethal as it was. Anything her size traveling at her speed would kill something with ease, especially anything smaller or the same size as her. The rock came closer with the two seconds that passed and Estoni screeched at her, Sandry!
The impact was hard and painful, but the boulder shattered easily and she hit the ground next. A dent in the floor was created, the ground cracking under her body. Dust flew up in a cloud, covering her for a moment, when a light breeze pulled it away. Her body laid in the crater she had created. Her wings were spread out and laying on either side of her, her chin resting on the edge of the crater. Her muscles ached. It had been awhile since she last hit something with that move, and she forgot how painful it was when she missed. Her amber eyes turned to see Lyta collapse.
Despite the pain she was in, Sandralina managed to pull herself from the ground and begin walking towards the out cold lyxxus. Her wings dragged on the ground, scraping on the dirt. Her tail feathers were expanded to their full length, as her blood seemed to be wired from the adrenaline. She approached Lyta and leaned her head down, licking her ear gently. She collapsed beside her, her chin laying on her neck. She looked at the other two, "Are you...just going...to sit...there...?" The displeasure of the idea was clear in her voice, which was almost presented as a snarl. | |
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☆Draco
Aurelian Enclave
Hauld[M:-80][A:5]
~Phoenix
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Post by ☆Draco on Jun 25, 2011 20:49:59 GMT -5
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Draco watched the whole scene with amusement and pleasure. The way the female myou dived and the lyxxus slowed time once more allowing her once more to evade the hit. But the female had no idea how much energy she was using to do this and he watched as she moved out of the way then colapsed, out cold. He looked back up to see the other wolf hit the ground and a cloud of dust rose from the now cracked ground. As the dust disappeared he could see her stand up stifly and pull herself to her feet and dragged her wings towards the red lyxxus and colapsed beside her.
When the female snarled at him, he flicked his tongue out and gave a devilish smile. Draco stopped smiling and made a face as if he was thinking then answered the snarling females question "Yes, I think I will, thanks for asking." he said smartly. Starting a fight was something Draco loved to do, especially if he could say something witty. The female was alright she was just unconconius and would wake up soon with no help needed and the other, if she could walk and talk was fine aswell, if they were tough they would suck it up, just like he would have. He gave a nod and sat down showing that he would not be moving anytime soon and that their was nothing they could do about it.
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