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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 24, 2010 16:03:18 GMT -5
Dacre looked behind him, aware that he was being watched. The air around the teen was stiff. It did not flow as easily as it should have and the rivers seemed to stop as well. He flipped his hair, wiping it from his face as smoothly as possible. Dacre had always been a debonair guy. Lately he had adopted a more laid back attitude towards life. He'd once been the star of all of his classes, excelling in every area of interest. Now he hardly even went to class. Though being in his last year it wasn't exactly that big of a deal. Being Pendant and a student could be difficult at times. Not only was he in charge of his tribe, along with the Willow Elder, he had to do well in school. The only person who could usurp his authority within his tribe was the Willow Elder and should she choose to do so, Dacre would be, to say it bluntly, screwed. Being Pendant was all he'd ever been told his destiny was since he was born. To have it removed from his life would crush him. Yet, even knowing this, he still had begun to slack off. Dacre sighed. Being a Lethe was difficult. "What a bother," he muttered, just as an alarming rustle in the bushes caused him to tauten. Dacre half crouched, his body looking savage and animalistic as he looked into the forest before him. There was quite a bit of vast shrubbery all around him. The Northern Forest often led him to new places he hadn't discovered in his seventeen years inside of Epistia. Another rustle and Dacre made his move. His pupils flashed a brilliant green color for a moment before his mind entered the Natural State. As he did so, the large bone-like horn sprouted from his forehead and shimmering blue-gray scales began to spread across his umber skin rapidly. His half man, half narwhal body was not unattractive either. In fact, the features of his narwhal form almost complimented his Jengu form. They were like accessories to his body, only with much more danger than attraction.
The Jengu boy prepared himself for a fight and looked into the bushes, pushing water from the earth below him into the air, solidifying it. The water was wrapping around itself, constantly weaving into a small ball. This ball was floating at eye level in front of Dacre, taunting him. Using his power in such methods could be tempting at times. Often, Dacre found it a struggle to grip back into reality. But that was but a small price to pay. If one was strong enough in the mind to use such powers and not be taken by them, then they would indeed be a strong enemy. Dacre felt as if he was a cat, standing ready to pounce. But of course he was not. He was still the Jengu he had left himself as, however portion of his body that was Narwhal at the moment. A startling sound emanated from somewhere behind him and his brown eyes shifted, the true mark of the hunter coming into him. His pupils grew more elongated, stretching to allow more light into his mind. The pure animalistic and savage mindset eased into him and he clearly drew the mental line that would distinguish friend from foe. Whirling around to face the agent of his surprise Dacre held out his dagger, showing no fear. But to his dismay, and rather large embarrassment, it was a Fae. And not just any Fae at that, but his dear friend Paige. “Oh Paige!” he exclaimed. The darker skinned boy ran up to her, hugging her tightly and embracing her in such a strong hug, though he was careful to avoid her luminous and ethereal wings. “Oh how have you been?! It’s been ages,” he said, voice breaking out loudly. He had forgotten all about his target. Of course, he’d probably pay for that.
((Oh look I modified ;D))
I have acidentally modified the wrong post. I apologize but this one is gone.
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Post by kaida orinda garnet on Nov 24, 2010 21:26:25 GMT -5
Kaida did up the collar of her shirt in one fluid movement, barely noticing that she'd smoothed it down before thinking about it. Her fingers trailed down to meet the Pendant nestling in the hollow of her neck, suspended by a chocker-style necklace of pearl and chain. That one small movement was the last of the extraneous: Kaida moved on, striding towards the woods with the smallest whispers of fabric as her accompaniment.
Her mouth twitched into a half-smirk as she reviewed her assignment. She was to destroy some monster, a menace in the woods. Kaida never missed a step, her easy autodrive causing her to file all information safely away as she responded as her status demanded: a nod there, a small smile there. Soon enough, she made it to the woods, and felt her energy even stronger.
Kaida sensed something in the bushes ahead of her, and allowed her powers full reign. She held it in, but occasionaly let loose a breath full of smoke. Kaida made a few smoke rings, purposely running her hand through a few bushes. Let it know she was coming. She'd rock it anyway. Kaida took the last few steps, done with her actions. Nothing unneeded, nothing unwanted. Efficiency was key. Her vision focused on a familiar figure, all primed for a fight. Kaida snapped her fingers quietly, knowing she'd found a whole different menace.
"Beautiful Ragnael forest," She commented, blowing one last smoke ring towards Dacre. "Always with the sound of music, or maybe just a potential source of loud noise." Kaida allowed her posture to relax slightly in any case, though for her that only meant a toned down version of lithe and predatory. "What would you be here for, Dacre?"
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 25, 2010 23:03:11 GMT -5
Dacre flinched, hearing a rough step and the bushes rustling somewhere in front of him. His mocha colored eyes flitted around the area, analyzing from where the prey would come from, still in battle stance. His thick denim jeans protected him from the chill of the wind. Since he was inside of the forest, and well away from its exit, there was little light reaching the ground levels. He had to focus to see, not that it was exactly dark. The floor was simply over shaded. Dacre shivered, resisting the temptation to wrap his arms around him or pull his hood over his head. With winter coming, it would get more difficult to find their food. Dacre glanced forward, and suprisingly, the bushes were being pushed apart, not roughly, nor too gently, but just as any other person would do. He relaxed for just a moment, though kept his formation. Upon hearing her voice and seeing the arrival's face, he blinked repeatedly.
The girl, or rather woman (for she truly looked much older than Dacre knew she was), was Kaida. He had known her since he was a mere tadpole and his parents were still alive. "Kaida? What are you doing out here? I thought you wouldn't ever leave the Bastion," he muttered, laughing. "I'm just out here patrolling the area. I heard a noise and sorta overreacted. I suppose it must have been you," he explained, walking closer to her. "What was all that you were going on about? You always did confuse the living hell out of me." The umber skinned boy shrank back his scales and his horn was a mere stump of what it was a moment ago. It was a very painless process once it was mastered.
Wind swirled around them and Dacre glanced upward into the high reaches of the forest. It annoyed him that he couldn't see the sun, but at the same time he enjoyed the dark. It let him think without being bothered. In the sunlight, everyone could see you. But this was not so within the dark. Dacre's eyes glinted emerald for a second, which had not happened outside of his control for almost four years. Just then a rough, throaty noise was heard, from around the southern part of the forest. His eyes flashed. "Did you hear that," he asked, serious and forcing his mutations again.
OOC: how pretty it is now:)
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Post by kaida orinda garnet on Nov 26, 2010 17:21:40 GMT -5
"I was assigned. That seems rather useless, since they already got you out here," Kaida said, noting his blinking with some amusement. "I do find my way out often enough. I usually pick a different break spot, though," She finished smoothly, blowing a thin stream of smoke at an overly-ambitious mosquito. "You? Overreacting? That couldn't possibly allude to what I said previously. The forest providing me with a source of loud noise?" Kaida angled her head towards Dacre, clearly meaning him to be that source.
Kaida felt the wind and immediately looked around, feeling the smoke in her mouth grow a little warmer at the slight source of oxygen. She chose to look around the forest instead of the sky, just in case the wind was anything but natural. They were here to deal with a creature, after all. Besides, Dacre had that covered. "My ears are as good as thine," Kaida said, the archaic words showing the sarcasm in her teasing. Dacre may be serious, but Kaida felt happier. This was an area she excelled in- the exhilaration of being able to lose.
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 27, 2010 17:33:56 GMT -5
The golden brown boy shrugged. "I suppose they didn't know I was out here. I end up with way too much recreational time up there. Too much paper work and not enough action. I just have someone else do the work for me. I hope the do it right," he stated, rambling a bit. He brought his delicate, yet massive hand to swoop the hair from in front of his eyes. Dacre laughed, watching her smoke out a minuscule insect. Chocolate brown eyes gleamed with humor and mischief. As he stared at her, though she was his cousin(it was distant as hell), he couldn't help but notice the beauty Kaida had gained through the years of growth since they had seen one another. It was quite enchanting and extremely hard to look away from her, though he did manage. Dacre had always been smooth with his girls. "Why must you always talk so fancy," he asked, exaggerating his exasperation. "It is so unnecessary. We were all taught to talk in the same manner." He raised his eyebrow, laughing.
Dacre narrowed his eyes. "Your sarcasm is again unnecessary," he said, before returning to his cheerful expression. "Shall we?" Without waiting for a response, he allowed himself to let go and jumped into the branches of the tree tops, pursuing the location of where his memory deemed the sound. His legs felt heavy though, with being in half form. It grew difficult to maintain it, but he marked it off as endurance training and looked behind him, to see if Kaida was following. Surely, she wouldn't have just stood there waiting. He knew she could have flown, were she so inclined, but Dacre dearly hoped she wasn't. He hated walking alone.
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Post by kaida orinda garnet on Nov 27, 2010 19:51:48 GMT -5
Kaida repeated his lifted eyebrow at his admittance to not doing his own paperwork, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes like a teenager. She lifted her hand, as if examining the nail art which she knew to be impeccable, but in reality she was almost flipping him off by showing a small smudge of ink on her pinky that she hadn't had time to get off yet. Too much time spent... Doing her own paperwork. If one wants something done right, they do it themselves.
"Prithee ignore mine good speech," She said, sass leaking into her speech. "Bro." Kaida finished, showing the less fancy sides of her vocabulary. Smiling in response to his remark about her sarcasm, Kaida stayed whilst he began to move. She knew she'd be able to catch up, in any case. Kaida reached down and easily pulled her sneaker up to her mouth. Her flexibility allowed her to do so with no problem, her grace allowing her no issue in remaining upright.
A little rubber sizzled into liquid when she blew on it, and she quickly used it to mark a tree. There was no way she would allow herself to become lost because of this. Kaida concentrated, to make sure she wasn't using her dragon breath anymore- hardly useful when running, as it took oxygen from her lungs- and flitted up to follow her fellow Pendant. Instead of her fire, Kaida turned on her senses, feeling for treasure in the area. It could possibly be useful, else she could simply go home a little richer.
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Post by paige christine lyriad on Nov 28, 2010 12:44:54 GMT -5
Paige tucked one golden curl behind her ear and turned a page in her book. She was sitting on her bed, cream comforter bunched around her, and a cup of tea nestled between her hands. Her father, the Fae King, had gone to meet with the other Royal families, leaving her at peace for the day. Twin iridescent wings jutted out from her shoulder blades, more air and illusion than substance. Like her mother's, Paige's wings were made of thousands of tiny stars, solidifying only when they were used. When Paige would sleep, the stars would disband to hover around in her curls and rest with her. Paige half- waved her hand, a small gust of air forming to push aside the off- white curtains that covered the wall of windows that dominated her room. Her heart filled with longing as her ocean- blue eyes lingered on the forests at the outskirts of her city. In the days before the Great War, Paige would often venture to those forests and meet with Dacre- her best friend, and a Jengu. She hadn't seen him since the War, almost six years ago. A rainbow of emotions passed through Paige's eyes before she downed what tea she had left, set the mug and her book on her bedside table, crossed her room, and swan- dived out of her window.
The rush of adrenaline that came from falling is incomparable. Paige closed her eyes and spread her fingers, silently urging the masses of stars that surrounded her to solidify and carry her upwards again. A burst of warmth at her back reassured the Fae princess, and Paige's wings kicked her upwards, over the rooftops of her city. Gliding over the dark treetops, Paige was overcome with memories of late nights with Dacre- often they would spend hours and hours playing in the trees, losing track of time as if it had never existed in the first place. Furrowing her brow, Paige caught sight of two figures, cloaked in an unnatural, inky shadow, standing in the woods. Some concealment charm..
[/color] She thought, flying low to find a landing spot. Any Valére with half a year's training could spot it.[/color] Touching down, Paige hovered on her toes for a moment before letting her weight settle on the soggy dead leaves. Silvery- blue feathers exploded into thousands of tiny stars once more, some settling in her curls and eyelashes, others falling down her body to rest along her pale gold babydoll top and light, distressed jeans. Her bare feet carried her just above the forest floor, leaving tiny flecks of shimmering gold leaf where she walked. Taking a quick moment to smooth her roiling golden curls, Paige's eyes darkened to a near- black shade of navy as she called in her Fae powers to sense her surroundings. A Jengu and a Dracomancer.. This should be interesting..[/color] Rolling back her shoulders and straightening to her full height- average for a Fae, but significantly shorter than any given Dracomancer- Paige summoned her air prowess and, with a slight wind surrounding her, stepped into the clearing to join the two figures. [/blockquote] hey it’s, finito! cause you’re awesome, i'm thinking Dai? i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ kris allen *live like we’re dying just letting you know, “ erm, yeah. it kinda sucks. ”
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 28, 2010 18:24:07 GMT -5
Dacre looked behind him, aware that he was being watched. The air around the teen was stiff. It did not flow as easily as it should have and the rivers seemed to stop as well. He flipped his hair, wiping it from his face as smoothly as possible. Dacre had always been a debonair guy. Lately he had adopted a more laid back attitude towards life. He'd once been the star of all of his classes, excelling in every area of interest. Now he hardly even went to class. Though being in his last year it wasn't exactly that big of a deal. Being Pendant and a student could be difficult at times. Not only was he in charge of his tribe, along with the Willow Elder, he had to do well in school. The only person who could usurp his authority within his tribe was the Willow Elder and should she choose to do so, Dacre would be, to say it bluntly, screwed. Being Pendant was all he'd ever been told his destiny was since he was born. To have it removed from his life would crush him. Yet, even knowing this, he still had begun to slack off. Dacre sighed. Being a Lethe was difficult. "What a bother," he muttered, just as an alarming rustle in the bushes caused him to tauten.
Dacre half crouched, his body looking savage and animalistic as he looked into the forest before him. There was quite a bit of vast shrubbery all around him. The Northern Forest often led him to new places he hadn't discovered in his seventeen years inside of Epistia. Another rustle and Dacre made his move. His pupils flashed a brilliant green color for a moment before his mind entered the Natural State. As he did so, the large bone-like horn sprouted from his forehead and shimmering blue-gray scales began to spread across his umber skin rapidly. His half man, half narwhal body was not unattractive either. In fact, the features of his narwhal form almost complimented his Jengu form. They were like accessories to his body, only with much more danger than attraction.
The Jengu boy prepared himself for a fight and looked into the bushes, pushing water from the earth below him into the air, solidifying it. The water was wrapping around itself, constantly weaving into a small ball. This ball was floating at eye level in front of Dacre, taunting him. Using his power in such methods could be tempting at times. Often, Dacre found it a struggle to grip back into reality. But that was but a small price to pay. If one was strong enough in the mind to use such powers and not be taken by them, then they would indeed be a strong enemy. Dacre felt as if he was a cat, standing ready to pounce. But of course he was not. He was still the Jengu he had left himself as, however portion of his body that was Narwhal at the moment. A startling sound emanated from somewhere behind him and his brown eyes shifted, the true mark of the hunter coming into him. His pupils grew more elongated, stretching to allow more light into his mind. The pure animalistic and savage mindset eased into him and he clearly drew the mental line that would distinguish friend from foe. Whirling around to face the agent of his surprise Dacre held out his dagger, showing no fear. But to his dismay, and rather large embarrassment, it was a Fae. And not just any Fae at that, but his dear friend Paige. “Oh Paige!” he exclaimed. The darker skinned boy ran up to her, hugging her tightly and embracing her in such a strong hug, though he was careful to avoid her luminous and ethereal wings. “Oh how have you been?! It’s been ages,” he said, voice breaking out loudly. He had forgotten all about his target. Of course, he’d probably pay for that.
((Oh look I modified ;D))
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Post by kaida orinda garnet on Dec 11, 2010 21:26:14 GMT -5
Kaida easily caught step with Dacre, appearing as if she'd been by his side the entire time. She smiled slightly as he prepared for a fight, the slightest tinge of adrenaline brushing her veins. A small stream of flame shot from her lips, aiming for Dacre's manipulated water. If it were to hit, it would send the water into steam: Kaida had spotted Paige before he had turned, and thus knew there was little need for it. She held the quiet smile from her mischief on her face for her acquaintance, letting Dacre get on with the sentimentality.
"While it is nice to see you, I do have to wonder about our organizational skills," Kaida purred, swiping some spot of dirt off her hand. "All three of us, called out at the same time? This better be some monster." Her words spoke of annoyance, but her tone spoke of the quiet sort of energy she always possessed. Kaida was ready for anything, and more than ready for anything to start happening. Inactivity was not her style, especially not in the middle of some dank woods.
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Jan 13, 2011 7:50:52 GMT -5
Dacre grinned. Kaida indeed had a point. Why would the Chambers send them all out at once? It was highly inefficient unless they knew something they were not sharing. The slender and golden young man took a step forward with his right foot and spun around to face his compeer. She was officially his cousin, only because the blood that ran through the veins of the Pendants were the closest to the Originals. However, the code which they all followed said nothing about flirting or dating between Pendants. It was simply assumed that it was not to be.
The shimmering and rugged horn that spouted from the space on his forehead. Paige and Kaida had yet to actually develop a connection. It was always Dacre who kept people connected. At times he felt like a string, tying all of his friends together. But his thoughts died out with a sudden steam and then a shriek from behind him. His back was to the canyon, his front to the girls. This shriek was animalistic and savage, the rugged voice of a monster clearly portrayed in its sounds. Momentarily he had forgotten all about it, distracted and overjoyed by his recent reunion with both of his favorite people. Not many of the Valére caught his attention, especially not many outside of the Bastion.
((This is absolute shit right now, I know but it's a start in my inspiration process ♥ I hope sister posts soon
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Post by paige christine lyriad on Jan 23, 2011 16:53:00 GMT -5
Paige hadn't moved from her arrival spot. To an outsider, it probably seemed that she had simply retreated into some other world, which was partly true. This world was not, however, that of daydreams. She had fallen into something greater than her mind- something she still didn't fully understand. She saw the forest clearing. A tall Jengu, a tall woman with the obvious arrogance of a Dracomancer, and a golden-headed Fae stood watching each other tensely, all seemingly oblivious to the massive shadow lumbering through the woods towards them from the southern edge of the woods. The Fae girl's back was to the thing and the other two were lost in banter, leaving her to defend herself. The monster reared up, the Fae's wings succumbed to the inky darkness, and the girl was engulfed.
Doe-eyes like the afternoon sky snapped open, and Paige tilted her head for a moment as her body readjusted to her surroundings. A smile found her face for a moment as she registered Dacre, then the icy shock of terror registered as she remembered her vision. Leaning against a tree for a moment to regain her bearings, Paige's wings exploded into a thousand tiny fireflies before settling about her hair and eyelashes, seeping strength into her. Her visions always left the Fae weak and delirious- not in any sort of condition to fight the darkness she had seen. A faint whimper escaped her lips and she sunk to the ground just as night descended over her.
hey it’s, done like Chicago bby. cause you’re awesome, yeah. whoever. i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ kris allen *live like we’re dying just letting you know, “ i'm being bribed. ”
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Jan 25, 2011 9:25:13 GMT -5
OOC: of course you're in a coma~ HOW CLEVER ~_~
Dacre turned at the sound of bristling bushes, eyes wide in alarm. He turned to look back at Paige. The Fae was not there. Nothing lay in the place where she was. Instead was a pile of orange dust. The dust seemed to shimmer and gleam under the midday sun, twisting its rays of reflective light all around Dacre's warm chocolate eyes. He was enticed by it and there happened to be a small trail of it leading behind the bushes from which Paige had stood in front of. His mind allowed him to of course follow the trail and he debated allowing himself to get to the brink of his narwhal half form. If he did, he would be slower but stronger. Considering the enemy was unknown and Paige was missing, he decided to remain his current form. Who knew when he'd have to run back for reinforcements?
The bronze skinned Jengu looked back to Kaida and gave her a questioning look and nodded in the direction of the bushes. His training was kicking in. The horn located in the center of his forehead grew an extra inch and became a much more elegant and shimmering silver color, imbued with the magic of his royal line. Crouching down with his back half bent over he parted the bushes with his hands and peered around. Paige lay on the soft ground motionless. He immediately jumped up towards her, landing softly beside her. "Paige? Paige wake up!" His voice was loud and panicked as he grabbed the back of her head and began to shake her.
As she appeared to not stir, Dacre glared down, clenching the space between his eyes and trying to contain his emotions. He had learned that while power could be driven from emotions, if they were not kept in check they could unbalance you and ruin an entire plan. He set her head down gently and swiftly flashed up in an upright position. He was entering a lighter mode of thinking, in which he dropped baggage from his mind and focused on one method and one idea. Finding who did this. "Kaida. Do you smell anything unusual," he asked.
OOC: BETTER
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Jan 28, 2011 15:58:28 GMT -5
OOC: I finally posted and modified Kaida :3
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Post by kaida orinda garnet on Feb 3, 2011 21:59:02 GMT -5
"I'm a dracomancer, boy, not a bloodhound." Kaida said smoothly, although beneath the slight sass of her remark laid an undercurrent of amusement, derived from the sense of danger about this mission Kaida was beginning to feel. "Do you ever pay attention in classes? We don't have a sense of smell any sharper than yours. We're rather lucky everything doesn't smell like smoke, actually. Now would be a great time to remember something like that, before someone actually gets killed," She said, finishing the last sentence a little too sharply for the jest to continue into it. Kaida was aware that Paige was not dead, however, the reality of the fae's status was also very apparent to the dracomancer.
Hardly two seconds passed before Kaida had immediately switched into a mood completely unlike the one she had previously worn. This mode was lithe and predatory, though still in exact and total control. It was the sort of mindset where one can truly feel the animal inside them: in Kaida's case, this was clearly a dragon. She had not changed yet, but she could feel the claws exactly where they would push through between her fingers, the new heaviness of shoulders bearing a whole new weight: the weight of wings meant to make one soar.
She took one last look at Paige, seeming to want to walk over herself to check on the girl's status, before any view of Kaida exploded into a world of flames. The roar of dying oxygen and an unearthly female shriek twined together in one awful sound simultaneously, seeming to extend the moment of fire. In a second, it become clear that something had tackled Kaida, before quickly disappearing, which in the current situation caused her to unleash a scream of defiance at the mystery beast's intent to harm her. Due to her hypersensitive mode- Kaida was very near transforming, but appeared to desire to hold that back intensely- she unleashed a good deal more fire than necessary, though it still ended as soon as she had no air left.
Kaida gasped in just enough air to growl. She was clearly bruised, but in her left hand, it was clear that she'd been able to draw a small stiletto knife in time to harm the beast. Her hand was covered in the thick blood of the beast, though by the way her eyes darted, anyone could see that she hadn't really seen the creature. A gruff screech echoed out from the forest, seemingly from all sides. Whatever they were fighting knew it had some slight opposition: and it wasn't happy about it.
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Post by dacre raphael lethe on Feb 20, 2011 22:57:22 GMT -5
Dacre narrowed his eyes, the melting point of his chocolate brown eyes lessening the intensity of his stare at her. "Really? Sometimes I wonder the difference," he teased, a radiant smirk crinkling his face. "Your sense of smell is rather strange, if you ask me. But of course, you didn't. I'd prefer if we just got into this thing now. Its really bugging me that I can still hear that hazey breathing noise." The tanned Jengu looked backwards, to where they came from before the arrival at the current scene.
Upon turning back to look at his Dracomancer counterpart, he noticed a shift in the air. It was almost a turbulence passing by the fabric of his reality. A sneaky feelings spread across his sun-kissed skin. Kaida seemed tensed, ready to leap at the opponent that might attempt another attempt on their lives possibly. It made him want to emerge full form, the sea beast within him dying to swim out. As a creature of the sea, the Narwhal inside of him longed to have the freedom to swim the ocean at all times. However, his human side tamed it and soothed it until times of necessity. Despite it's great strength and power, it was entirely useless on land and it left Dacre at a bit of a disadvantage while on Land, forcing him into a half-breed form.
The sudden roar of the fire escaping Kaida's breath caused Dacre to gasp and his horn throbbed deep into the center of his head. "Fooking shit! What the hell was that shit," he exclaimed, tensing his body again. Kaida's small, yet sturdy hands were covered in the oozing and molasses-like blood. The boy drew the sword from his back, holding it out from his body, an extension of his horn and extremely light weight. A screech from the fiend's horrid mouth erupted and Dacre instinctively jumped up in lightning speed to slice at the sound, barely slicing off more than a sliver of pink goop that dropped to the forest grounds. It seemed to decay immediately upon removal from its host and a shrill shriek surrounded him as worm-like tentacles emerged all around them.
Paige was nowhere near them now and the two Pendants were surrounded by these tentacles; each the color of pale newborns and covered in small orifices filled with razor sharp,gleaming teeth. "Kaida! DO you see that thing," he asked, a little worried but more bewildered. "I gather this is the disturbance. Well we've done the first part of our assignment eh?"
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