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Setzer

6:26pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 10:07am May 8 2019)

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There is great power scattered across our world; not some abstract concept of control, or the energy that keeps cities alight. An ancient, magnificent power from long before the age of humans. Power which has inspired myths and legends of creatures both benevolent and terrifying throughout many civilizations; the power of the dragons.


This mysterious power has a way of bringing individuals together, for better or for worse. There are those who would seek to eradicate it, believing it to be the power of monsters who prey on humans. Some view this power as a curse, and some as a blessing; some make the best of what they’ve been given.


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Dragons Rising is a private RP thread; if you would like to join, there is a thread for applications tle="" target="_blank">here.


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Laws of the Dragons

(the rules)


  • Please be respectful of your fellow writers; don’t try to control a character that isn’t yours (no godmodding)

    • On that note, you need to discuss certain plot developments with writers who will be affected (like, say, you are playing a hunter who has discovered a dragon; you can’t actually hurt someone else’s character without their permission)

    • Also if you want your character to die, that’s fine, but don’t go around killing someone else’s characters (unless they have agreed to it)

  • If you want to add an npc to your part of the story, you are in control of that npc

  • This RP will likely get a bit violent at times, (clashes between hunters and dragons or dragons and other dragons, etc.), but it needs to stay res-friendly; this site is PG-13 and children as young as 10 have been known to use the forums, so extremely graphic de-scrip-tions of violence/injuries are not allowed (I’m a mod so if you aren’t sure if what you’ve written is safe, let me have a look and I will tell you)

  • On a similar note, romance is allowed as long as it is kept PG-13, and you aren’t forcing it on another writer; if you want it to go further you need to do that privately with the other player over skype, discord or some other messaging service (not in the group chat)

  • Cursing is allowed, provided you’re using language that’s appropriate for res (think, “am I allowed to use this word in the SB?”)

  • Why are there so many rules?? Because I want this to go smoothly and I don’t want anyone getting in trouble lol

  • There is a posting order-- Myself, Malik, Stray, DreamWalker, Creus, and dmann; please follow this order unless special permission is given by myself

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Start setting (you don’t have to post this part):

The night is still, a thick fog settling, as though to signal the changing of seasons. Melting snow has turned to vapour in the mild evening air; a battle between winter and spring. The sun has set about an hour or so ago, but the mist obscures the stars, giving the world an eerie, almost supernatural glow.




Setzer

6:28pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 7:24pm Mar 15 2019)

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It was unwise, Vincent had told himself, to go out, in a forest, alone, on a night like this; experience reminded him that the cover of fog and darkness was often a choice for Hunters eager to get the jump on an unsuspecting dragon. Once, it had been easy to smell a Hunter’s approach, given their macabre choice in weaponry that stank of death. Over the last century though, they had become more clever, and their “dragonsteel” now carried nearly no scent at all. Someone must have figured out that dragons can smell other dragons.


A curious “prrrup” alerted the sun dragon to the fact that he might not be as alone as he thought. The offender, coloured just like the fog she emerged from, raced over to him and meowed indignantly, as though to scold him for not bringing her along.


“Misty, it’s all wet out here! I left you at home so you wouldn’t get dirty,” the blonde-haired man fretted, brushing sand off of her fur with his hands as the large cat purred and rubbed against his jeans. “How did you even get out here, did you climb out the window again?” He asked, knowing he was probably right. Misty was notorious for nudging unlocked windows open to follow him if he went somewhere without her. He must have forgotten to lock it.


The maine coon simply meowed in response, bright green eyes blinking up at him, and Vincent let out a laugh. “I was on my way home, anyway. Let’s go and get dry,” he called to the cat as he continued walking, realizing how damp he was starting to feel.





Malik

7:09pm Mar 14 2019

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Ennie cruised to a stop at the edge of the forest nestled within the hillside overlooking the city, putting her Kona in park and stared thoughtfully at the dark, misty depths of the woods. She hadn't planned on going into the woods that night, she had only wanted to go for a leisurely drive around the countryside, take in the fresh smells of coming spring and relieve some stress. But she had caught a faint whiff of vanilla in a cross breeze, a sign that either someone was going ham on Yankee Candles or that her friend, Vincent, had decided to come out here for a stroll. Either way her curiosity had been piqued but now, facing down a decidedly creepy forest she wasn't so sure. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and chewed at the inside of her cheek, not quite able to shake the feeling of unease that settled over her shoulders like an icy rain. Something sinister was in those woods. 

'I bet it's a cat,' Astley, her 'dragon side', spoke up matter of factly. 'I tell ya, I can smell it. Those long, quiet dogs always have a sneaky smell to them.'

"It's not a cat," Ennie mumbled quietly to herself as she stepped out of the SUV and locked the door behind her, a far quieter option than using the key fob. She gathered her thin green jacket around her shoulders, shivering in the sudden chill. Was it the cool mountain air or the trepidation she felt? "Long, quiet dogs?" she asked aloud as she stepped through the sopping underbrush towards the shade of the trees. "You know that's not what cats are, right?"

'Well I know they ain't weasels, and they're not nearly smart enough to be raccoons. So thus they are long, quiet dogs.' 

Ennie was about to answer the voice in her head with an equally snarky comment when a noise from far ahead made her freeze mid-stride. Years of living in a forest had given her a unique insight to the behaviors of animals, and she could tell each critter apart just by the sounds they produced. That, what she just heard, that careless, thoughtless crashing about, was definitely no animal. 

'You know what, kid?' Astley growled nervously. 'I think you're right, that isn't no long, quiet dog.'

She morphed to a dragon within seconds, wings held tight to a brown, scaly body as she scuttled towards the closest tree and directly up its trunk. The small dragon traveled almost noiselessly through the mist filled canopy, timing her leaps and jumps to the rustling of the wind through the leaves. Every now and then she would freeze in place, becoming all but invisible in the gloom and among the swaying leaves, listening for the unnatural sound emanating from the wood. As a dragon she was able to detect far quieter sounds, and she was almost able to pick out words within the sound. Someone was talking, was it Vincent? A human? 

Her sense of smell was also increased, and the raptor-like dragon lifted her head into a breeze, hazel eyes squinting as she took in the menagerie of scents, one in particular. 

'Oh yep,' Astley huffed. 'Definitely cat.'



DreamWalker

8:04pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 8:06pm Mar 14 2019)

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Tucker sat in silence. His eyes were constrained on the food in front of him. A woman with long grey hair sat next to him, her green eyes filled with fear. Across from him sat a large man with jet black hair. The man frowned at Tucker in disgust. "Son, stop staring at your food and eat it!" The man said through clenched teeth. Tucker slowly looked up at the man who dared to call him his son. His eyes were filled with burning rage, his words even more so "don't you dare call me that ever again" Tucker then got up from his chair and stormed out of the room. 


The next thing Tucker knew, he was outside on the city streets. He stared up at the tall buildings and sighed. His long white hair blew in the breeze. Tucker then felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He sighed and took out his phone. There was a new message from the head of the dragon hunters. A dragon was seen north from here and it needs to be dealt with. Tucker sighed and pulled his hair back into a bun. Gathering his bow and arrows he started to run north. He dodged around people with ease, trying to be the first hunter who made it to the dragon.
Alcarie

10:48pm Mar 14 2019

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Mercé
As far as hostels went, the Emblem Hostel wasn't at the bottom of Merce's list. Not at the top by any means neither, but at least the room was shared with one other woman and the adjoining bathroom served only two others in the opposite room. An added bonus was her new roommates long work hours and penchant for long showers. Amphora was pleased not to have to continue smelling unwashed human. The dragons constant grumblings with their last bunkmate had given Merce a headache that wouldn't go away. Now, looking down at the grants and pamphlets about the areas laws strewn across her bed, the rubbed her forehead and circled Section 3.4C. Two weeks already in the city and she was still wadding through red tape to get to the archaeological site.

'You're being boring. We've not seen anything but there four walls and the coffee shop down the street since we got here.' Amphora complained, voice loud in Merce's head. Though she'd been acquainted with the dragon for nearly fifty years, the voice still startled her from time to time. Looking up from the papers as if expecting to see Amphora standing across the room, the woman snorted inelegantly.

"This isn't a vacation, we're working." Humor tinged her voice, which was a drastic difference to the quivering fear that the two's relationship had started with. Having a dragon share her body had been an unexpected and daunting task when it had first arisen. Now, the two had an understanding and worked well together; even if Merce had a feeling Amphora was hiding things from her. The archaeologist's biggest question, which was of course undeniably evaded, was about other dragons. Surely she wasn't the only one, and from Amphora's silence on the matter Merce was fairly sure there were others out in the world. She'd just never happened upon them. Would she even know if she met another? Or had she already and didn't realize? A depressing thought, really. "Alright, alright. It's not too late, so maybe we can splurge and find a local restaurant for some dinner." Amphora's soft rumble of acknowledgment was her only answer. Figured. Throwing on a light grey jacket, Merce made sure to lock her door behind her and exited the hostel. It was located in a fairly poor neighborhood, but luckily the streets were still alive with  people bustling to get home. Tucking her hands deep into the jackets pocket, Merce ducked her head and started towards the brightly lit side of the street.
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Zakhar
A 'birdie' had pointed Zakhar in the direction of this rather sleepy town; though compared to New York most other cities seemed dismal so who was he to judge? His meeting with a well-to-do county judge with some interesting ties to the underground had gone well though, so his mood was jovial despite the ambiance. Zakhar hadn't needed to perform a grift, which was a bit disappointing, but the judge had some good information on a possible dragon sighting in the area. Though from his experience only one in maybe thirty tips proved to be anything worth investigating. But Andon had ordered him to check it out, so here he was. Thumbs tucked into his belt loops, the hunter whistled quietly to himself as he made his way down the street.

Advancements in dragonsteel allowed for him to carry his knife concealed  in a holster underneath his coat, though the weather was a bit to warm to keep with his current attire. Pulling out his phone, Zakhar brought up his GPS to find the nearest clothing store for something more suitable. There was a text message from Mikhail, his eldest brother, asking about the job - which he happily ignored. His contentious brother could wait a couple more hours until Zakhar got back to his hotel. Smirking at the knowledge he was giving Mikhail grey hairs, the hunter followed the route his phone sent him and paused outside the upscale, though somehow still local, clothing store. One new, lighter jacket which still kept his weapons hidden later, Zakhar gave the young cashier a charming grin and walked back out onto the street. Now what? The night was young, but it was too dark to do any 'first time' reconnaissance.

Zakhar figured being a part of a family of hunters was better then being a lone one, even with irritating brothers. Mainly because he was taught from a young age everything he needed to know; plus he got to learn from the elders' mistakes. How to perform reconnaissance effectively was one such lesson that Gavriil somehow still hadn't mastered. Which worked to Zakhar's benefit, since he got to experience the lessons without the punishment for failing them. However, Zakhar had a feeling Gavriil knew how to do it fine, but tended to chose not to in favor of a much more aggressive approach. Stealth and Gavriil weren't on the best of terms. Huffing a caustic laugh, Zakhar looked towards the sky, which was hazed out by the city lights and wondered if this entire mission was a waste of time or not. Probably.



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dmann

11:04pm Mar 14 2019

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As Anthony sits at his windowsill, looking outside of his current apartment, down at the coffee shop where he met his estranged girlfriend, he sighs wearily. He would need to do what he planned soon. If he didn’t, he would be chased and potentially captured and used as an example. Of what he didn’t want to think.


Suddenly, the sound of an animals roar emanates from his phone, signifying the top of the hour, and he looks up at the darkness in the sky, and stands. With quick, precise movements, Anthony grabs his brown jacket, black skullcap and green backpack. It was time to begin his search for the night. He wasn’t sure where though, but he had a few clues to go on.


And most of those clues involved recent local sightings of unusual lizards, which had been relegated to a tiny article in a few hack online newspapers. The Hunters had mostly ignored them, because like the idiots they were, they thought the report was something else entirely. But with what Anthony knew, and was told, he knew better.


He knew, however, whomever he met would almost certainly attack him if he wasn’t careful, or prepared. With that knowledge in mind, he moves towards the front door of his apartment, through the door, and outside with almost no sound. When there, he makes his way down the street towards the local park, wondering if his 10th night of searching would produce anything, for a change...




There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
Setzer

11:29pm Mar 14 2019 (last edited on 7:23pm Mar 15 2019)

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The trek back was in comfortable silence, Misty trotting a foot ahead of him and sniffing at the air. It carried the scent of spring just starting to overpower winter’s snow, and the sun dragon looked forward to the return of life and warmth. The pair had nearly reached the forest’s edge, the ground beneath their feet a few metres away turning to sidewalk. Suddenly, Misty stopped in front of him, and peered behind them at the dark trees. A voice that had previously been content to stay quiet chimed in as she crouched and narrowed her eyes;


“ωє αяє ησт αℓσηє”


Vincent felt it too-- the presence of danger, and a smell so faint that even the most practiced dragons now had difficulty detecting it.


Dragonsteel.


His heart raced in his chest as he stood in silence, breath quickening. Misty growled, not unlike a dog, and stepped between his legs to stand behind him. Vincent began to wish, just for once, that his feline friend had stayed at home; Hunters showed no mercy, not to anyone, and his greatest fear now was to lose her.


He could hear footsteps, sloppily attempting to sneak along the forest floor. Lucky for Vincent, it was littered with twigs, leaves and chunks of ice that crunched as they were crushed beneath the stranger’s feet, but there was a second presence now, a blurred shadow in front of them, standing between them and the forest’s edge. Two of them.


They had him boxed in; one approaching from behind, and another standing still where the trees met grass. The only way out was up, but the branches of centuries-old trees had woven into a thick canopy. He could tell that one was more experienced than the other, and thought that perhaps he could use that to his advantage. Helios encouraged him to act,


“тσ тнє яιgнт, qυι¢кℓу”


Vincent’s whole body tensed, and he sprung forward, sprinting through the tangle of trees with Misty at his feet. There was a shout of something unintelligible behind him as the Hunters gave chase. Later, he would wonder if they knew he lived in this city, or if they’d just been lurking in the forest, but in the moment, the only thing on his mind was ‘run’.


Vincent had dealt with Hunters many times before, but that didn’t make the experience any less terrifying. He would have fought them if the terrain had been more in his favour, but his draconic form was far too big to weave through the branches and bushes. Briefly, as his leg clipped a large rock, he wished he had been a forest dragon; his human body was strong and able to run here with relative ease, but there was that one tiny problem of--


BANG


Skin being considerably thinner than dragon hide. Vincent screamed as the bullet hit his shoulder; not dragonsteel, but not any less painful, either. He stumbled, tripping over a thick root jutting out from the ground as his senses were clouded by the sharp throb in his arm. He suspected the less experienced Hunter had fired on him; they were in a populated area, after all, and a gunshot in a dark forest would likely warrant a call to the police.


Misty was nowhere to be seen, and panic suddenly overwhelmed him. What if they’d killed her? What if--


BANG


“AGH”, a second bullet grazed the same arm, the searing pain dizzying enough for him to fall. The blonde-haired man struggled to his feet, hearing the rapid approach of his pursuers over the thunder in his chest. Oh god, I’m going to die.




Malik

12:00am Mar 15 2019

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The gunshot echoed over the canopy, a sudden and intense breaking of the cloying silence that nearly scared Ennie out of her tree. The dragon managed to catch herself on the lower branches, hanging by her arms and legs as she fervently scanned the darkened wood, tiny ears pricked and alert. 

The second sound was far more frightening than the gunshot. 

A scream. A human scream. In a voice she recognized. Vincent. Both she and Astley mentally bristled with anger and the dragon growled fiercely as she launched herself towards the next tree, hurtling along branches with a special brand of fearlessness. Inky black pupils dilated in twin oceans of hazel prisms as she scanned her surroundings, nose twitching almost hungrily as she followed the scents on the wind. A century of survival in the rainforests of South America brought forth instincts that had long been abandoned, and now the tiny brown dragon was a force-

A second gunshot sounded, closer than before and Ennie was relieved to know she was going the right way. She dropped down out of the tree and made her way through the thick undergrowth, yet again feeling some form of grateful at her small stature. The wind changed again, bringing the smell of gun smoke and strife as well as-

'Cat. Definitely. I'd say of the Smilodon variety for sure. Pretty sure we found our shooter'. Astley said confidently as the dragon neared a thicket of trees and crept around them, head bobbing like a chicken on a mission as she peered through the thick brush. 

'I don't think a Smilodon shot Vincent,' Ennie sighed tiredly. 'I'm pretty sure that's Misty, actually.'

'That's what I said,' the voice grumbled. 'Smilodon.' 

A strange, quiet sound from above attracted her attention, and the dragon looked up into the branches above to see a pair of reflective eyes staring back. A gorgeous Maine Coon cat was perched just above their heads, meowing quietly but urgently. The raptor dragon cocked her head to the side before making an inquisitive chirp of her own. Misty turned and looked to her left, into a cavernous mess of thickets, and Ennie followed her gaze just in time to catch a flash of movement. 

'Thanks, girl,' Ennie chirped before she darted into the thicket, head low, wings tucked in, and clawed arms held out before her, and followed the mess of trees, weaving in and out of the thicket with ease. She caught sight of a flash of movement in the dim moonlight far ahead, Vincent was running from his attackers, trapped in human form by the close tangle of branches. Unfortunately for the man chasing her friend, Ennie suffered no such handicaps. 

The tiny brown dragon let out a roar that didn't match her small stature at all and raced after the gunman. He turned, just in time to stare into angry hazel orbs as the dragon fell upon him, clawing at him with her back legs. She grabbed hold of an arm in her mouth and bodily threw him against a tree trunk. The raptor-like dragon watched with an almost calculating stare as the human fumbled for his weapon before she opened her maw and let loose her own. Dozens of poisoned barbs, primed and fired by air-filled glands, flew out of her mouth and peppered the front of the young man. It wasn't long before the would-be gunman fell still, knocked unconscious by the venomous stingers. 

Once again the forest fell quiet, save for Vincent's pained breathing and the heavy footfalls of one particular indoor cat. The raptor dragon watched the Maine Coon step almost proudly over to her master and twine her way around his legs, before Ennie morphed back into her human form. 

"Holy...crap!" Ennie gasped, blinking in shock at the felled attacker. "What in the heck, Vincent! You can't even go for a stroll without being mugged?!"




DreamWalker

4:17am Mar 15 2019

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Tucker realized he was nearing the location of the reported dragon. He looked down at the gps on his wrist, not looking where he was running. Due to his bad choices he crashed into an innocent bystander, "o-oh! Sorry!" He said to the startled looking woman. Tucker then focused back on getting to the location of the dragon. His legs moved like the wind as he saw the abandoned park in the distance. The front gates were open so Tucker was relieved he didn't need to break in. Slipping past the gates, not making a sound, Tucker made his way into the park. It was a large grassy area with childrens toys scattered all over the place. This place gave him the chills. Just then, he heard a loud noise.

"Who's there?!"

He demanded in a loud voice. Then, a ghostly figure crept into the moonlight. Tucker gasped at the sight. The figure was a tall silver-scaled moon dragon. It's white eyes were trained on him. As majestic as this dragon seemed, Tucker could see scars and missing scales all along the dragon's wings and tail. Tucker, still taken aback by the sight, shook his head to snap himself out of the trance. He took a deep breath and pulled the bow from his back, soon being followed by an arrow. He aimed at the dragon's chest. The dragon looked down at him with sad eyes. This dragon looked like it went through hell and back and now it had no fight left inside of it. Tucker's hand started to shake. Tears welled up in his eyes as his mind took him back to the first time he killed a dragon. 

It was his sister. She had betrayed the entire family and turned into a sun dragon. Tucker's father had discovered her in the garden. He called for around twenty men to take her down. But sooner or later, they all were killed, one by one. Tucker and his father were the only ones left alive in the garden. Tucker was standing in front of his wounded sister with a heartbroken ex
pression mixed with fear. He was holding a bow with an arrow trained to her heart. His father was thirty feet away from him, "TAKE THE SHOT!" he screamed. Tucker hand sprung open and the arrow shot towards his sisters heart. She let out an ear peircing roar and collapsed to the ground. Tucker dropped his bow and ran to his sisters side. He felt tears pouring down his face as he hugged her scale covered body which was now growing colder and colder. 

Tucker was now on the ground, tears streaming down his face. His bow was still in his hand. The moon dragon reached out to him, carefully lifting him to his feet with a clawed hand. The dragon then softly spoke "kill me and put me to rest so I may be with the ones I lost many years ago..." Tucker's eyes widened. No dragon has ever asked to be killed before. But he didn't give it a second thought. Raising his bow once more, he aimed, and fired.
Alcarie

8:25pm Mar 15 2019

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Strolling slowly down the street, Merce attempted to keep to the lighted areas as she scanned for someplace decent to eat. Amphora continued to grumble away in her mind, flipping between wanting a burger or something more exotic. Knowing the dragon like she did, Merce knew the subtropical dragon would be happy with whatever as long as it was food. Merce still wasn't sure if Amphora actually had to have her eat, or if she just simply liked the idea of food. There was a lot, Merce had come to realize over the years, she didn't know about dragons. And Amphora, as gentile as she was, never gave her much but scraps of information she deemed necessary. It was frustrating for Merce, who loved to learn. Plus, she was the one who had to completely alter her life, her ambitions and ideals, to accommodate the dragon. She deserved at least something. Such as what Amphora actually looked like. There was an image in her head of a small-ish lizard type creature, much like pictures of European dragons, with pale scales and golden eyes. Likely a conjuring Amphora allowed to attempt to quell Merce's curiosity.

So lost in her constantly churning thoughts, Merce hadn't realized she'd traveled further from her hostel than she'd intended to. "Thanks." She grumbled to Amphora, though she tinged the word with amusement. The dragon simply chuffed. "At this rate you'll never get food." Turning to try and get her bearings,  Merce noticed a gas station, the entrance to a park, and a Denny's within quick walking distance. "How are we feeling about an omelette?"

"With lots of cheese." Amphora ordered.

"You really don't care about my 'girl-ish' figure do you?" Sarcasm dripped from every word, and Merce pulled out her phone to make it appear she'd been talking to someone on it and not simply at the air. Merce had never cared about her apperance, and her thunder thighs was worn with pride. Amphora, knowing this, simply chortled and demanded they get food: immediately.
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Zakhar
Having decided against going to far from his hotel, the Hunter had instead returned to grab his laptop and found the nearest internet cafe that served decent coffee. Now, sprawled across most of the booth he was occupying, Zakhar scanned through his emails while absentmindedly nibbling on a scone when he thought about it. Most was crap, of course, but sometimes tidbits sent from former 'associates' and informants stood out. Nothing concrete, but he'd gotten good at sifting through the bull and saving what he wanted to look closer at later. Being a grifter meant he had a large network set up, with multiple strings of information pouring in from different people at random times. Keeping these ties was what he was good at, and what Andon sent him out for. If he found a promising lead that actually lead to a dragon, then he'd call for one of his brothers, or Andon himself, to do the actual killing.

Of course, it wasn't as easy as birdie's sending him the location of a dragon, since technically most didn't even know such things existed. But they had specific 'things' they knew to look out for; and if they saw them they'd give him a call. It was all about juggling these relationships as well as keeping stories straight so no one suspected things he didn't want them to. Sometimes, Zakhar wondered if his job or actually killing the dragons was harder. Of course most Hunters would instantly say the killing was, but he wanted to see one of his brothers try to actually grift someone, more less an entire network. Smirking to himself, Zakhar tried envisioning Mikhail or Kazimir, or god forbid Luca, attempt to schmooze someone out of information. Unable to stop a vicious cackle he attempted to smother it in his coffee, but he still garnered a few inquiring looks from a couple in the booth opposite him. Motioning to his laptop, he gave them a faux apologetic grin and went back to scrolling.



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dmann

8:48pm Mar 15 2019

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As Anthony passes the streetlamps and cars that lit up the roads, heading towards the park, he touched the hilt of his Dragonsteel knife, hidden in the breast of his jacket. He knew his family legacy was within it. A legacy of blood and fury, it was time to break it.


“Mom…” he mutters to himself, inhaling in the next words, steeling himself as he came to the parks entrance. But a small noise in his stomach causes him to let out a loud chuckle. He was hungry. Maybe it was because he had missed a meal, or two. He would need to rectify that.


He looks around quickly, and sees an outdoor pizza food stall, with wisps of steam rising from the hotplate. Going into a quick run, he makes his way to the stall, and orders a slice of Ham and Pineapple and a can of pepsi, which goes down very quickly once gotten. Sated of his hunger, he heads into the park, and starts his search for the night. How long it would take he didn’t know...





There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
Creus

8:51pm Mar 15 2019 (last edited on 10:02pm Mar 15 2019)

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"Hey, whats going on down there, it looks fun." The once quiet night seemed to have exploded into chaos as gun shots echoed through the forest. "No, its not fun. Stay away." A voice answered back as a black dragon glided over the tree tops. "Those dragons are being hunted down there, we do not want to be part of that. Hurry, fly higher and fly away." The voice responded impatiently, eager to flee the scene.
"But why? I want to join in, this flying around thing is so boring." The first voice replied, clearly oblivious to the gravity of the situation below. "Idiot, do you want to be hunted?!" The second voice snapped back. "Why would they hunt me? I don't remember causing them any trouble?" The first voice questioned back in a seemingly innocent and childlike manner. Perhaps the owner of the first voice, Reito really didn't understand as a human who spent so much of his life focused on the army and his next mission only, he tended to miss out on a lot of things. That or he was merely bored and looking for some action, either way the mans absolute lack of concern really irritated his dragon whom wisely wanted to fly away.
"Fine, if you won't cooperate then I will get us out of here!"
The dragons furious roar in his head made him flinch, loosing concentration on flight. The smaller black dragon dropped several feet. "Wah Rizzio, hey I'm the one who is supposed to be in control."  The assassin complained as the dragon started to wrest control away from him, determine to get them both out of there.
"I do not remember approving of that name and since when where you in control!? I was just letting you have a bit of fun!"
Their arguing left the the two unaware of how much altitude they had lost until the dragon suddenly shouted "Tree!" Even if Reito had time to react to the large oak that appeared before them he lacked the skill to do so. All the assassin managed to do was flail wildly before crashing headlong into the tree with the a loud thud as the mighty tree creaked under the sudden assault of the clumsy dragon.
Reito naturally reached out to try and save himself but he wasn't very good at using the dragons paws either and only succeeded in flailing more and breaking branches as he the ground rushed toward him.  Along the way he managed to turn back into himself moments before hitting the ground.
The sudden sharp blow of his body slamming into the grand left winded. For the next several seconds the assassin lay there in a daze. Somehow he managed to slow his fall down just enough through his wild flailing that he didn't he hurt himself too badly.
"Get up!"
The dragons angry voice managed to jolt the assassin back from his daze and he sat up, rubbing his head and wincing. "Oi, that hurt..."
"Nevermind that, run before they find you!"
"I don't wanna run" The assassin protested as he slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off and checking for injuries, several leaves and twigs still attached to his person.



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Setzer

9:20pm Mar 15 2019 (last edited on 9:24pm Mar 15 2019)

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Vincent trembled, wounded and terrified, as he leaned heavily on an ancient tree, willing his head to stop spinning so he could escape and find Misty. A part of him he couldn't hear told him that she was a very smart cat, and would likely be fine, but fear had overwhelmed all rational thought. Helios was just about ready to take over by force, branches be damned, when a familiar scent of dewy leaves and exotic plants took them both by surprise.


Ennie? A mighty roar befitting a much larger dragon confirmed the identity of the new presence. Of course, the first thing on Vincent's mind was that Ennie had never encountered Hunters before, and thus his anxiety returned in full. The dragon he shared his very soul with spoke again, attempting to bring him back to reality as his mind threatened to get lost in the past, overwhelmed by memories of losing his friends to the accursed cult.


“νιη¢єηт,” Helios called, an urgent edge to his voice, “яєтυяη тσ мє. уσυ ηєє∂ тσ ƒσ¢υѕ.”


He heard the frightened shout of his pursuer nearby, bringing him back to the present. A sound not unlike a blast of wind came from the same direction, followed by a thumping noise as something fell to the ground. A large gray shape trotted towards him from the underbrush, making a soft trilling sound when he tensed to run again. Vincent blinked, relief swelling in his chest when he recognized the feline. Misty!


A small, raptor-like dragon followed behind her, pausing to tilt its head at him before morphing into a lithe woman as Misty rubbed herself all over Vincent’s legs. He supposed he must be quite the sight, what with the blood trailing down his arm, torn clothes, and the mess of leaves tangled in his long hair from his sprint through the brush.


“... Mugged?” he echoed, confused, voice strained from the throbbing in his shoulder.


“єηηιє ∂σєѕ ησт кησω тнє нυηтєяѕ уєт”, Helios supplied.


Ah.


Vincent chuckled, despite himself, “they… weren’t quite muggers,” he began, “but we should talk about this elsewhere-- there were two of them after me, and I’m pretty sure one is still around somewhere.” His eyes flicked to the shadowy bushes surrounding them, warily searching for movement.

The sound of snapping branches and rustling bushes close-by indicated that someone was near them, and he straightened with urgency. “We really need to get out of this forest.”



Malik

10:03pm Mar 15 2019

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Ennie frowned almost comically in consternation, attention torn between her injured friend and the crashing from the forest. There was something just super stressful about unnatural crashing around sounds in the bush and she never could quite shake the nerves that accompanied them. 'Cheese and rice, is every human and their SMILODON in the woods tonight?' The young woman mentally brushed the impatient voice aside as she scanned the forest for any immediate danger before she turned her attention back to Vincent. 

"My car's parked out that way," she whispered with a nod of her head towards the western edge of the woods. "Let's get out of here and get you patched up." Her friend nodded and scooped up his cat with his good arm. 

'Aww heck, does this make us heroes?!'

'Don't let it go to your head,' Ennie rolled her eyes as she stepped quickly and quietly through the underbrush. 'We still have to figure out what-'

The wind had changed again, and even without her sensitive dragon nose she caught the whiff of elderberries and calming nighttime air. 'Another one?!' Astley exclaimed as Ennie dropped into a defensive crouch, motioning for Vincent to do the same, and cautiously approached a thicket that was practically shaking with movement. 'Let's hope this one doesn't have a Smilodon. I've had just about enough of those...'

Heart nearly hammering out of her chest, Ennie grasped the edge of a nearly barren bush and pushed it out of the way before darting into the thicket, ready to open up a can of Kung Jitsu 'it's Kung Fu ya moron' on...whatever was on the other side. 

She was not expecting an equally startled, young, ridiculously tall man who was also apparently the source of the strange scent. 'A moon dragon!' Astley gasped, sounding as excited as a grade schooler who just added something new to his Pokedex. 'And a newbie at that! I can smell it on him! Now, listen jerk, remember when we met Vincent and you fell out of a tree and then ditched him at Starbucks and was generally Not Cool? We're not doing that again. We're going to make A Good Impression. So be natural, introduce yourself, be cool, introduce Vincent, introduce the Smilodon if you have to but I wouldn't, ask him who he is, ask him how big his wings are, invite him to McDonalds. Got that?'

Ennie did indeed have all of that, she in fact began her welcoming speech to the new dragon right when Astley told her to, trying to include each tidbit as her dragon side suggested them. This, unfortunately...caused her to stumble over her words in her haste to keep up with Astley, leading to a...slightly jumbled introduction. 

"Heeey, m'Ennie sat Vincent Misty who you big wings? McDonalds?" the cheerful smile slid off her face as she released the amount of gibberish that spilled from her mouth and clapped her hands to her face. "Ohhh...my god. That sucked. Okay. Okay. Do over! I call do over!" The young stranger watched with a slightly open mouth from where he stood in the shadow of the sparse canopy, eyes sliding from the wounded blonde-haired man, to his cat, and then to the obviously mentally deranged girl as she retreated out of the thicket and reappeared a short second later. 

"Hi!" she grinned with a flourish of finger guns. "I'm Ennie! This is Vincent! That cat's Misty! You are- I'm...not sure why I'm trying to introduce you, I don't know how big your wings are-WHO, who you are... and uh... yeah." She nodded, uncomfortably. "So, you're...a dragon. That's cool, me too!" 

'...Even your do over was terrible.'

'It's stressful, okay?'

'You talk to people for a living.'

'I have anxiety.'

'I hAvE aNxIeTy.'

'You suck.'

'No, you suck.'

Ennie sighed audibly again, seemingly oblivious to the concerned stares she was earning from her friend and the stranger. "Look," she gestured at the new dragon. "I suck at introductions-"

'You know, I think he figured that out on his own!'

"But I have a car parked nearby if you need to get anywhere. I gotta get my friend some help so, it's up to you. There...will probably be McDonald's involved at some point."

'Oh you better believe it!'



DreamWalker

11:01pm Mar 15 2019

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Tucker was now sitting outside of the park gates with his back up against one of the stone pillars. He held his head in his hands, a feeling of dread and regret swamping over him. This is what he felt every time he killed a dragon. He was now wondering of how long his father would be yelling at him when he came home. Tucker slowly looked up at the trees above him. "What would you say if you were here?..." He asked his dead sister. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he quickly whiped them away with his sleeve. Then, sirens blared through the silent night in the direction of the forest. Tucker shot up from his seated position. They couldn't possibly have found out about the dragon's death that fast! Wait, the sirens started to fade into the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief. Tucker knew he needed to head home soon to avoide capture, but he didn't want to do that just yet. Slipping his hands in his pockets, he decided to take a stroll in the woods, or at least in that area. 

As he neared the edge of the woods he heard a twig snap. His head whipped in the direction of the noise and to his delight there was a small white kitten sitting there. Tucker let out an excited squeal and tip-toed over to it, not wanting it to be startled. "Hello little one" he said with a smile. The kitten let out a small mew as he bent down and reached out his hand. Tucker smiled even more when the kitten rubbed it's tiny head up against his hand which was three times as big. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked the small animal. The kitten only purred in response. All of the sudden, the meow of another kitten sounded behind him. Tucker quickly turned to see a calico with big green eyes staring back at him. Another excited squeal escaped his lips. He scooped up the calico and nuzzled it's tiny belly, "you're so cute!" He exclaimed. The kitten mewed happily while the white kitten batted and played with his long hair which had fallen out of it's bun a long time ago. While Tucker was playing with his new friends, he totally forgot he was in a public place where anyone could see him exposing his soft side.
Alcarie

11:33pm Mar 15 2019

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Merce
Glancing both ways to make sure crossing the street was a safe bet, the young woman was stopped by Amphora's sudden warning. "Wait!" Startled into stillness Merce realized she'd never, in her fifty plus years of being bonded with the dragon, heard Amphora sound quite like this. Panicked. "We need to return to the hostel, now." The dragon's unease caused goosebumps to rise along Merce's skin and the subconsciously turned back towards the Emblem Hostel without her consent.

"Hey!" She complained, yanking back the reins from Amphora and looking around to see if she could see exactly what had spooked the dragon. There was nothing but a few people milling about. "What the heck is going on?" Again Amphora forced her towards the hostel, and Merce had the out of body experience of moving without her consent. Two steps and Merce forced herself to stop, body jerking as if trying, and failing, to perform a 'modern' dance move. She'd feel foolish later, once she calmed Amphora.

"You might not be able to smell it, but something's not right in the air. It's a scent I've not smelt since...before. And I'd hoped to never again." To the dragon the acidic smell of dragonsteel was so faint she'd barely detected it, but sense memory was a powerful thing. It had felt like another lifetime since a Hunter had been this close, though since they were not being confronted Amphora really hoped they'd just not been spotted. Maybe they could get away. "Just walk! Calmly away and I'll explain things later."

The fear in Amphora's voice finally convinced Merce that maybe listening to the much older dragon as the best course of action. "You will tell me whats going on when we get back." Grumbling, Merce took one more weary look around before turning away from the park.
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Zakhar
An incoming text message from Kazimir had Zakhar pausing from where he was about to log off to get back for some sleep. Notoriously abhorrent with technology of any sorts, the fact that Kazimir had sent him something made him curiously enough to sit back down. Once clicked, the message was revealed to be a link with an encryption that Zakhar luckily knew how to bypass. His family were all twitchy and had passcodes and back doors for most things. The link took him to an address with a known widowed acquaintance of Andon's who, if rumors were to be believed, talked two of his three wives to death. The third was virtually deaf, which Zakhar envied when around the man. Sending Kazimir back a crying emoticon, which Zakhar knew his brother would not appreciate, he slung his laptop back over his shoulder and made his way back to his hotel. Though irritating, the man was well plugged into the Hunter world and almost always had good info. He had a flight to book to Toronto.



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12:20am Mar 16 2019

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A moment after stepping into the entrance to the park, Anthony looks around for a second, including back the way he came. With the people milling about, it was a necessary step on his search. And what he saw confounded him.


A lady that didn’t look very old was doing some kind of unusual street dancing. In the middle of the street. Thankfully there were no vehicles to stop her impromptu performance, and she gets out of the street across the way from him before something drives past. When she finally vanishes from sight, Anthony rolls his eyes and continues into the park, dismissing the weirdness as another prank of the folk living around.


It was searching time. Or at least it would have been, had his taught instincts about Dragons not been gnawing at the base of his brain, wondering about things that he had just seen happen. He overrode his instincts however, as they were also telling him to hurt and kill the Dragons, for the crime of simply existing...





There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
Creus

6:26pm Mar 16 2019 (last edited on 6:30pm Mar 16 2019)

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"Move! Someone is coming!"
"I don't wanna"
"Seriously?! Thats it. I'm taking-"
"Wait...is that..?"
"What is what? That strange smell, what is it?"
"Never mind, move it!"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
Reito knew he was starting to border on some dangerous territory here, he could feel that his dragon was getting really, really mad but he didn't care. What was Rizzio going to do? He was truly curious to find out. He loved pushing his dragons buttons and testing the limits of his patience. So far Rizzio had only forcibly taken control a few times and he could tell his dragon disliked doing so, not that the assassin minded terribly. This whole thing was kinda fun, even if he did have to put up with a random hitchhiker in his body.
The assassin could feel the threat of loosing control to the dragon was imminent however he stubbornly resisted with all his might and stood there just to annoy Rizzio further. He didn't understand, or perhaps didn't care to understand his dragons urgency besides he knew the dragon would eventually win. So why not make the most of it?
Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately depending on who was looking at it the dragon did not have much of a chance to win this battle before rustling caught both their attention bringing the brief battle to an abrupt halt.
The assassin could here Rizzio growling in his head as a short girl stepped into view and near by was a blond man and started talking to them. Baffled, the assassins head tilted like a confused dog. Most of what she said went right over his head but he heard the word Mcdonalds and that was all that really mattered as far as he was concerned.
What else did she say? Something about a cat and a dragon? Eh, whatever. Mcdonalds was the important thing here.
"No, no its not the important thing here!"
"Eh, why is Mcdonalds not important. Foods always important!"
The assassin protested out loud, not understanding why his dragon was so unhappy. He hadn't a clue whom these strangers where but they smelled nice.
"First of all thats barely even considered food! Why not something gourmet for once like a nice, juicy steak!"
"Mcdonalds is totally gourmet, thats why it taste so good!"
Again the assassin protested his dragon outloud.
"No, its not and thats not the problem here!"
"Its totally the problem here! Its clearly fast food gourmet!"
"There is no such thing! The problem is those people and the hunters!"
"But they smell nice, why are they a problem?"
"Because they are other dragons!"
"Wah, there are other dragons? Why didn't you tell me?" The assassins red eyes lit up as he stared at the two newcomers before he pounced forward and grabbed the girls hand shaking it vigorously in greeting. "Hello there other dragon. I'm Reito!" He said cheerfully before he pounced happily upon the other, offering him the same vigorous hand shake before Rizzio managed to snag control and forced him to jump back.
"I never told you there wasn't other dragons! Seriously how out of touch with society are you?!"
"But you never told me there was other dragons either, why did you stop me from saying Hi!"
"Seriously! How disrespectful can your greeting be? Do you have any idea how old those dragons might be? Show some respect!?"
"Eh, respect? But they do not look like elders? They both look young and cute!"
"Do not call another unknown dragon cute! Respect, show some respect!"
"But they are cute, so I shall call them cute because thats what they are!"
"Respect!"
"No! I shall call them cute!"
"Do not dare say that word again!"
"Cute."
At this point the assassin could feel a ti
tle wave of angry energy coming off his dragon, it almost felt palpable but the assassin continued to grinning wildly while remaining oblivious to his dragons mental state.





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8:52pm Mar 17 2019 (last edited on 8:57pm Mar 17 2019)

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Vincent could feel the moon dragon's presence before he even smelled them, the sense of a polar opposite to himself nearby prodding at him intently. In all his years, he had never met a moon dragon, but he could tell by that feeling alone what element the newcomer was tied to. It was the same for flame and depths or snow and forest. That wasn't exactly to say that they instinctually hated each other, though.


He followed Ennie silently, Misty held to his chest with his good arm, (he was very thankful for his upper body strength-- the cat weighed nearly twenty pounds), as she warily approached the source of the crashing sound. There, amidst a tangle of broken branches and trodden bushes, stood the moon dragon, in human form. He could tell by the somewhat dazed appearance of the stranger that he had not intended for that crash-landing.


The blonde-haired man watched, slightly amused, as his friend tripped over her words in her attempt to greet the moon dragon. He nodded when he was introduced, giving a simple “hello” as a faint dizziness began to creep up on him, and he was reminded of the blood steadily trailing down the back of his arm, despite the pain having dulled. 


The eccentric rambling of the moon dragon snapped him out of his stupor fairly quick, and Vincent found himself chuckling quietly. There had been a time when he, too, had spoken to Helios exclusively out-loud, but his bond with the dragon had strengthened to a point where they could communicate through only their thoughts-- something that could only happen with time. This dragon is young, too, then.


“Agh!” The sudden, vigorous handshake sent a sharp jolt of pain through his arm, to which he couldn’t stop himself from making a pained noise and pulling back, dropping Misty in the process. She meowed in surprise as she landed perfectly on her feet, looking up at her “human” with wide eyes, and then to the man that had caused him pain. Vincent pressed his now-free left hand to his right shoulder, as though applying pressure would stop it from hurting, a grimace on his face as it throbbed.





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Ennie sympathetically bit her lip as Reito shook Vincent's bad arm. Astley was right with her in the Sympathy Boat, right up until Misty jumped away from her owner and then suddenly her dragon-half was a pilot for Air Agitated. 

'Can we PLEASE take the Smilodon home now? ...And maybe get Vinny here some medical attention... Of course. Didn't forget about that.' 

She nodded mutely as she looked over her friend's wound, convinced it was looking worse for wear by the minute. 'Come on, Vince, let's get you to a hospital. I basically have loyalty points at this one particular place, you'll like it. Nice atmosphere, good vending machines. Hey, new guy, Reito, you coming?" she shouted over her shoulder at the still grinning young man and the trio made their way out of the forest. 

It was a longer trek to the car than she remembered, but they found it before Vincent starting passing out or something worse so Ennie considered it a success. Even so she was ecstatic to see the bright green SUV sitting on the edge of the woods. Ennie unlocked the doors, scanning the dark tree line and still fully aware that a hunter was still unaccounted for, and nodded for Reito to take shotgun as she helped Vincent into the back seat, partly because it was easier to help her friend onto the long seat but mostly because Astley was NOT sharing the front with a Smilodon and Misty refused to leave Vincent. 

"Okay," she huffed, trying not to think about the stains that were no doubt spreading on her back seats, as she jumped in behind the wheel and fired the Hyundai Kona up. "Let's get the Heck outta Dodge, fellas." 

'You're telling me! I think I've had MORE than enough exploring for one evening thank you VERY much.'

Ennie cranked the wheel around, turning the SUV in a neat U-turn and headed back down the lonely country road, towards the lights of the city glowing dimly just past the range of hills. "So, Reito," Ennie asked not awkwardly at all in an attempt to break the totally not uncomfortable silence. "You're pretty new to the world of dragons, eh?"

'I'll say, he still answers his other dude bro OUT LOUD.'

"What's your story?" she asked, tactfully ignoring the commentary inside her head. "Been probably about a century for Astley, that's my uh 'dragon', and me, but I remember it's definitely quite a shock." 



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