She stepped into the red dragon, as she often did, expecting nothing more than good friends and good times. Her "brother" Keaton was there, and she went to join him for a drink. She was feeling partucularly uneasy though and as she scanned the common room with thos silvery eyes, she found the source of her unease.
A slayer. not just any slayer, either, but a dragon slayer. It seemed as though her bane had finally come to Rhy'din. The man had a slayer's blade, and was toying with it. He knew she was here, knew what she was. The man exposed his blade, knowing it would provoke her.
Attempting to ignore the man, She smiled wealky at Keaton and decided perhaps a drink would be the way to go.
Her whiskey was gone in a single pull. A new man entered, and strode to the first, apparently his brother, and lo, he too possessed a slayer's blade. This was just unreal, too much. two slayers in one place? what are the odds? She found her glass shattering in one clawed hand. Too tense...gotta relax. Keaton was trying to keep her calm, and a Man named Raziel had joined them offering to assist Keaton should he require it. Moon looked at Raziel smiling thinly, she was not herself, those silver eyes were slowly becoming crimson, as her dragon side slowly took over, but she fought it.
The two slayers, Hiro and Dante were exposing thier weapons like children wuld wave new toys about. Not the most intelligent thing to do. Keaton asked them to leave, but they ignored his request, continuing thier childish evil. Unbelievably a third slayer made an appearance, it musy have been a convention, at the worst time. Keaton started to usher her to the back door as hackles tore themselves from her spine, extending into foot length bony porjections, dripping acidic blood.
She tried to follow, tried to leave, but the presence of yer another blade was too much. Against her will, she started to change.
Bone snapped and broke, reforming, re-shaping itself, thickening, lengthening. Tendons tore asunder, and rewove themselves within her. scales pushed from her soft flesh, untill nothing remained but scaly, silver hide, gleaming like polished mirrors. As she grew she burst from her clothing, but it didn't matter, she wan's anywhere near human anymore, she was an enraged, dragon. Her eyes slid open, glowing crimson. There was no hint of intelligenge behind them, only animal instince to defend and fight.
Raziel had not seen her change, and when her tail brushed his legs, his horrified scream caught her attention. She did not recognize him anymore as friend, only as a possible threat. She lunge, missing by mere inches. Her massive jaws shattered a stool and before she could dodge, his twin daggers were in her eyes.
Pain, searing pain jolted through her and she let loose a torrent of flame the likes of hell would be proud of. But her blindness prevented her from getting a good score. she whipped her head around, and into the stone wall, knocking herself out. She crashed down, splintering through a table heavily, and a large peice of a leg that had cracked sharply in half, peirced deep into her chest.
Slowly she reverted, after the daggers had been pulled free. Raziel and Keaton and Jillian who was also there, watched in horror, as her bones did not full do thier job, leaving her body mangled halfway between dragon and natural. They crowded around her unmoving body as she lay, a great chunk of wood protruding from her chest, blood flowing freely. The peice was removed, more blood sprayed hot and acidic. Raziel pressed a cloak over the gaping wound, his own wounds oozing as she frantically tried to help. she died, or so it seemed, her heart stopped, her breath died in her throat.
Raziel's blood dripped down, mingling with hers, Pure Ichor. In moments her heart began to beat, and she choked, gasping for a breath. her body jerked, but still he kept near her, as her wounds closed miraculously. Her body finished the change, leaving her naked on the floor, whimpering like a child. Her eyes were gone, nothing left save the bloody sockets..Raziel turned and left, deep pain in his heart for having hurt in what his mind was an innocent. not seeming to realize he saved more people by stopping her.......Her, who's world was now black
A slayer. not just any slayer, either, but a dragon slayer. It seemed as though her bane had finally come to Rhy'din. The man had a slayer's blade, and was toying with it. He knew she was here, knew what she was. The man exposed his blade, knowing it would provoke her.
Attempting to ignore the man, She smiled wealky at Keaton and decided perhaps a drink would be the way to go.
Her whiskey was gone in a single pull. A new man entered, and strode to the first, apparently his brother, and lo, he too possessed a slayer's blade. This was just unreal, too much. two slayers in one place? what are the odds? She found her glass shattering in one clawed hand. Too tense...gotta relax. Keaton was trying to keep her calm, and a Man named Raziel had joined them offering to assist Keaton should he require it. Moon looked at Raziel smiling thinly, she was not herself, those silver eyes were slowly becoming crimson, as her dragon side slowly took over, but she fought it.
The two slayers, Hiro and Dante were exposing thier weapons like children wuld wave new toys about. Not the most intelligent thing to do. Keaton asked them to leave, but they ignored his request, continuing thier childish evil. Unbelievably a third slayer made an appearance, it musy have been a convention, at the worst time. Keaton started to usher her to the back door as hackles tore themselves from her spine, extending into foot length bony porjections, dripping acidic blood.
She tried to follow, tried to leave, but the presence of yer another blade was too much. Against her will, she started to change.
Bone snapped and broke, reforming, re-shaping itself, thickening, lengthening. Tendons tore asunder, and rewove themselves within her. scales pushed from her soft flesh, untill nothing remained but scaly, silver hide, gleaming like polished mirrors. As she grew she burst from her clothing, but it didn't matter, she wan's anywhere near human anymore, she was an enraged, dragon. Her eyes slid open, glowing crimson. There was no hint of intelligenge behind them, only animal instince to defend and fight.
Raziel had not seen her change, and when her tail brushed his legs, his horrified scream caught her attention. She did not recognize him anymore as friend, only as a possible threat. She lunge, missing by mere inches. Her massive jaws shattered a stool and before she could dodge, his twin daggers were in her eyes.
Pain, searing pain jolted through her and she let loose a torrent of flame the likes of hell would be proud of. But her blindness prevented her from getting a good score. she whipped her head around, and into the stone wall, knocking herself out. She crashed down, splintering through a table heavily, and a large peice of a leg that had cracked sharply in half, peirced deep into her chest.
Slowly she reverted, after the daggers had been pulled free. Raziel and Keaton and Jillian who was also there, watched in horror, as her bones did not full do thier job, leaving her body mangled halfway between dragon and natural. They crowded around her unmoving body as she lay, a great chunk of wood protruding from her chest, blood flowing freely. The peice was removed, more blood sprayed hot and acidic. Raziel pressed a cloak over the gaping wound, his own wounds oozing as she frantically tried to help. she died, or so it seemed, her heart stopped, her breath died in her throat.
Raziel's blood dripped down, mingling with hers, Pure Ichor. In moments her heart began to beat, and she choked, gasping for a breath. her body jerked, but still he kept near her, as her wounds closed miraculously. Her body finished the change, leaving her naked on the floor, whimpering like a child. Her eyes were gone, nothing left save the bloody sockets..Raziel turned and left, deep pain in his heart for having hurt in what his mind was an innocent. not seeming to realize he saved more people by stopping her.......Her, who's world was now black