((Alrighty. Being as though I'm a good citizen, I'm plopping down a biig warning on this topic. Blood, death, violence, suspence, messed up masochists, and really sexy men in masks are to be found here. So please, if you're gonna read it, be MATURE kthx. =.= ))
"I bring my gift."
With the word's speaking, cold sets in over the mountain terrain, chilling the trees and animals. It moves silently like a white cloud, slowly spreading out and covering all in a layer of thin white crystals. The frost creeps along, up trees and deep into stones. Saplings almost instantly explode, their life force frozen and expanded to a deadly point. Shards of sap and wood thaw and then once again are coated. The cold creeps outward in its slow way until a 10-mile radius, or therabouts is covered.
All is painfully still then, and the voice that had spoken before falls totally silent.
The snow and shattered sticks threw some blood onto the ground under one of the larger trees... Not human blood rather a blue blood that sizzled and sparked as it lay there destroying anything that touched it. And something cursed for choosing to stay within a circle of small trees.
Even the sound of exploding trees has stopped, at least for now. oh my, oh my, seems i've caught a little fly. The sounds of footsteps are heard then, but soon they halt by a tree that was large enough to not be taken by the cold, at least not beyond the trunk.
A frozen squirrel flies through the air and towards whatever is still there. does it live? does it live?
The squirrel flies out towards the creature but immediatly explodes upon reaching about five feet from the blue-ish white shape sending squirrel bits back towards the figure... then there are afew more curses as a chunk of wood falls to the ground "I hate splinters..." is all the large blue dragon says as it turns towards the squirrel tosser.
The one who had thrown the small, once-furry-now-dead animal pauses, staying very still. this is a fscking horsefly. no matter, none matters. There is a scuffling sound and a dark shape shifts on the tree, every once in a while metal catching the light and flashing almost angrily. Then a small face appears. Rather, a mask, because the figure's profile is hidden by a mask.
He looks over at the silver form"Run." is all he says to it before turning back to the figure "I doubt you did this just to get rid of bugs?" he says turning back to the figure in the tree "Since it seems it would be a bit overkill in my mind..." he grins and the wound on his neck seals as if it had never been there small splinters shooting out from between afew of his scales
nononono. food, i hunger i am hungry. collld is nice. the voice comes from the figure, but he does not make any sounds audible to the silver figure.
Not yet anyway.
It sees the silver flash and leaps down, moving with an incredible speed towards it. There is a metallic sound and blades appear on the backs of its hands, flashing with a hunger for blood. "You!" A chilling, male voice rings through the air as the figure runs. Its every step causes the ground to freeze further.
"Ahea?" The creature replied confused comeing into veiw. She was a dragcorna an odd dragon like beast. Instead of scales silky silver fur covers her body with tabby stripes and a golden color horn grows from her forehead. Her eyes are a jewel like blue-green and she stood less then five feet. She also had a “unicorn’s beard” on her chin.
Looking at the blue dragon then at the mask figure she suddenly got the idea. "Oh! ahh..anon!" The dragcorna said and turn to run.
Everything stopped for a second snow paused in mid fall even the silence seemed to pause somehow then there was A flash followed by what seemed to be an explosion caused by the blue dragon as it shoots off after the masked one in a instant simply smashing through anything in the way. swinging at him with its large claws "It doesn't look that good to me. heh" is all he has to say about the silver figure
hunger! i hunger for all, it does not matter. cold is all that there is here all that lives. all else is lies, yes? all lies and deciet, nothing to live is nothing to lie so the world is better? The garbled speach carries with it a confusion so deep that it might stun the large dragon, if only for a second.
Then the figure leaps tremendously, landing in front of the silver creature, arms crossed in front of it. "Ah ah ah.. I found you, you're mine."
It is a man, or at least that's what it-he- looks like. A gasmask type of mask covers his face, the eyes covered and reveiling nothing. The blades which it once seemed he held are attached to his arms, shining brightly. He is wearing dark clothing with tarnished armour covering his heart. Though he looks like a fairly average person, he practically radiates evil and ill-intent.
The confusion did not seem to affect him for it seemed alot clearer than what most things he talks to are like... Unfortunately even though his judgement was unaffected it was still off considering this was only his third time moving on icy ground and the burst of speed he used suddenly became clear to be not so great at turning he found out as he slid sideways and smashed through a couple off trees before tripping and falling over "I also Hate the cold" He murmurs as he jumps back onto his feet
The masked creature hesitates only for a moment as the dragon trips, but not for nearly long enough. He pulls his blades together as if sharpening them and steps forward, seemingly unaware of the icey ground, or not bothered by it. At all. Then he reaches out quickly and smoothly, barely nicking the creatures face before holding it in my arms and stroking her neck almost lovingly. What a spaz. o.o;