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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 5:19:58 GMT -5
Holed up in the abandoned homestead, a massive figure paced irritably; each step produced a loud crash with the contours of the mysterious man’s armored musculature creaking with every movement made. Ciar was absolutely frustrated and the conniving voices of madness itched at his brain, causing him to rub the back of his head in an attempt to control himself however it was to no avail. The hellhound licked his lips, impatient. He could focus on nothing but the boiling emotions fueling his every step; while in his deep slumber images of his pathetic life haunted him, as if mocking him. The memories enticed his blood thirsty nature, for it had been his positive method of escaping the hell he lived in before deserting from his home realm. He missed the infernal surroundings of home but there was no chance of his return. He was marked as a traitor and Ciar had no intention of returning to that.
“Cursed demons....” The cold abyss of the ruins which he housed himself for several hundred years caused a low growl to escape his lips. Although he had escape, his comfort was short lived for he retreated to the depth of a Roman ruin, only recently escaping to appease the insatiable need for violence; it was all he knew. He had been bred to fight for his master but Ciar had other plans that did not involve that sniveling piece of sh*t.
“Piece of f*cking sh*t!” The Hellhound bellowed angrily as he gripped a massive piece of rotted furniture and hurled in to the wall. It tore a massive hole right in the side and the debris crashed every direction before finally stopping at least 50 feet away. His massive eyes squinted in fury as his memories continued to fuel him, almost never ending. These feelings would never stop for he was forever on the run from his captors.
“I must taste, blood.” Biting his bottom lip drew blood which trickled down his chin and tumbled against his thick black armor, decorating with his sign. The hungry voices were beginning to pick up again and the very thought of his former master only furthered him down the path. He needed to kill. “No, must stay strong. Must not yet...” He authoritative voice cracked with desperation as he continued to battle himself. “f*cking demon, I hope you stay dead. Because of your sh*t I have become this.” He lifted his hands, as if gazing shamefully.
However, just as fast he exploded in laughter, stroking his hand through his short cut hair. Chuckling, he admitted, “What do I speak of, there is nothing wrong with me!” Grabbing another piece of lost furniture, Ciar tossed it through the other end of the cottage. “I’m am the victim to their foolish ways...!”
Ciar was unsure what to do with himself however at this point destruction seemed for the answer.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 18:04:56 GMT -5
Adramelech padded around the disgusting derelict human building sniffing the air taking in the scents around him shaking his head as he did noticing a familiar scent he despised and had no liking for snarling and growling to himself as he did in his native tongue "Wow that is one disgusting demon that or it's one very dead human that smell is putrid i mean when was the last time it ever bathed." Chuckling to himself he smiled and lifted the roof off of the building swatting it away with his tail with ease, then beginning his investigation as to where the repugnant odour was coming from he noticed a shadowy figure out of the corner of his eye, being a dragon his eye sight was that much sharper than any other beings demon or not.
opening his mind just the faintest amount he let his granite like voice fill the building "Now i wonder what you are man,beast or demon?" Adramelech had always been sort of friendly towards demons though he never really trusted anything that didn't move on four legs and have the musky smell of the earth all about there entire body.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 22:41:00 GMT -5
The Hellhound warrior threw his irate gaze upward as his shelter was ripped of its ceiling, revealing a gigantically monstrous form silhouetted by the strong sun’s rays. Ciar crouched in defense, throwing his hands angrily to the sides, as if preparing for a battle. Gritting his fangs together, the human Ciar snarled, “Leave me be demon of the sky!” He observed the reptilian creature’s structure, internally shocked at what was before him. He had never laid his eyes open such a beast however it would not deter him from putting up a fight if needed. As the dragon positioned itself closer to Ciar, the hound tightened his fists and released his body and transformed to his macabre canine form.
The hound licked his maw hungrily, trickles of drool dangling from it. With a snap, Ciar warned again. “Leave now, or suffer the consequences Dragon.” Ciar was never one to share space, especially with an equally powerful monster such as this. “I wish to be alone in this decrepit hole these worthless creatures call of haven.” As he muttered this, images of his prison life in the Earthrealm came flushing back. A pack of humans hundreds of years ago had ventured into his hole, attempted to excavate what was buried beneath the Hellhound. Unfortunately for them, they never escaped.
The large hound howled evilly, his intense red eyes gazing deeply at Adramelech, making sure this intruder understood that he meant business. He’s goddamn lucky I didn’t slaughter at the very moment of his entrance. He added, as if accusing this passerby dragon of all faults in the world.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 23:55:48 GMT -5
Adramelech let loose a deep rumbling laugh that came out more as a growl as he studied the Hellhound smiling to himself he tapped the ground with his four foot long fore claw on his right foot as he let his mind speak for him again "You poor foolish creature I am far older and wiser than you are I would not intrude on a being that I know I had no chance of defeating and besides I have no wish to kill you or even harm."
Still laughing the Dragon then lay down crushing two out of the remaining three walls of the building under his bulk wondering to himself why a demon would choose to hide out in a decrepit disgusting place such as this but not wanting to judge he just lay there tapping his claws on the ground before asking the Hellhound "Why would you choose such a disgusting place to hide your presence?"
As much as Adramelech didn't want to know he thought he might as well ask before a fight broke out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 0:47:22 GMT -5
Ciar answered with intimidating glances along Adramelech’s slender physique, observing the enormous claw carefully as it rolled against the crumbling wood from this disgusting human creation. The Hellhound tensed from the Dragon’s thoughtless sarcasm, sensing that this monster predicted Ciar did not stand a chance against him. The very thought of weakness sickened him however the Hound was rather disturbed today so he predicted that this annoying reptile was right; he didn’t stand a chance right now. However, being hospitable was not his style so if he was to attempt a mutual conversation with this Dragon, it would be extremely rigid.
“Silence Dragon.” He snarled, releasing the tension between them as he returned to his simpler, human form with strong irises watching the Dragon carefully. Ciar would try his best to avoid a pointless confrontation, Let’s see how long I last... He joked, chuckling to himself with a hidden conniving smirk.
“I have spent much of my existence in such places Dragon. I take no heed to such painlessly ‘disagreeable’ attributes.” He answered curtly rolling his shoulders and listening to the creak of the hard armor as he moved. “And what of you Dragon, why are you here? Searching for berries I presume?” Ciar mocked, chuckling.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 1:05:01 GMT -5
Adramelech snarled considerably annoyed with the Hellhounds attitude he was hospitable and polite to those who walked on four legs and had ties to the earth and the magic of the world but he was still a part of the oldest race to walk the earth and deserved respect non the less.
"Watch your tone little demon I do not forgive easily and I certainly do not care what you think of me, as for why I am out here that is simple I am out for blood. It is a need of mien just like control of your tongue and your manners is something you need."
The dragon smiled to himself as he spoke to the Hellhound in his native barbaric demonic tongue he always hated speaking the demons language but having spent years living among them it was far easier to speak the language of the natives than have millions of demons trying to break into his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 4:51:20 GMT -5
Ciar sneered rolling his neck before remarking with his famous sinful smirk,”Well, at least that is something important that we share. Tell me, do you kill for sustenance only or is it pleasure?” Ciar obsessed over the very scent of blood, the very presence of the bodily fluid excited him greatly. He dabbed his tongue along the broken skin of his lip, which had grown hard with dried blood. “Tell me Dragon, how long have you traveled this god forsaken land? Why do you choose to hide from these worthless mortals?”
Ciar had suffered greatly from his time beneath the ants scurrying above his buried ruins in Rome. The very thought of hiding in such a disgusting place sickened the Hellhound when his journey to escape first began and it still had not changed. However, it was the only way to stay out of sight from his captors and for a moment, it seemed to work. Until, that is, he grew too weary to leave and found himself buried their for five hundred years.
“Manners? Ha, your kinds time is long gone. I have no time for such useless ideals of behavior.” He paused, leaning again the only wall left standing after Adramelech’s entrance. “But I can at least bless you with a name. I am Ciar, Hound of Sheol.” Placing a hand proudly to his evil soul, he tipped his head like military leader standing before a higher power. His eyes shot upward and with his commanding tone he mocked,”Better?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 5:17:52 GMT -5
Adramelech gave what would be a smile owing to the fact he enjoyed how this Ciarspoke and how he had the idea that he was hiding, most importantly he found it hilarious that Ciar thought the dragons were gone and that only a handful still existed. "I am Adramelech chaos dragon of the realm of dragons, and i am afraid you are sorely misinformed and sorely mistaken allow me to elaborate. Firstly I do not hide from the humans inhabitants of this realm as i have no interest in them they are neither good sport or good food, secondly the realm of dragons is still very much standing under the leadership of my mother."
Lifting his head a little the dragon peered at Ciar with an inquisitive eye before speaking again in Ciar's abysmal tongue "My interest in blood stems from what I am unlike regular dragons who drink water and sustain there bodies with the flesh of other creatures once every one hundred years a dragon is hatched from a blood red egg, due to the special nature of the hatching these newly hatched dragons are fed on the blood of lesser creatures and so we become dependent on the sweet red nectar of life to sustain ourselves." Looking down at Ciar he nodded and got up opening his wings before licking his lips letting one more thought escape his mind.
"If you should ever wish to find me look for the old sycamore deep with in the forest and I suggest you walk on all fours I do not trust any being that walks on two legs easily." Letting forth a roar Adramelech launched into the air and flew off
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