Bleu grinned at the man who had dispatched the Cow, and waved him over. "Come, quickly, human child."
A small wave of 3 cowmen raced towards him in their wavering ranks, but they were the biggest, and what seemed to be smartest, of their group. They actually had a strategy, and circled him, their stone weapons glinting in the sun. Bleu laughed, and dropped to the ground in his awkward stance, circling in a giant circle with his feet and knocking one to the grass, leaving him exposed for a very quick clubbing to his stomach, revealing a spurt of blood, and possibly a bit of vomit, into the glinting sun. The wind, the mischievous ******* it is, carried the puke all over the other beside it, and it dropped it's weapon, a mixture of blood and other disgusting items scattered across his face and torso. He clawed his face before being dropped by a rake of claws to the face, as well as a severe beating to his knees. The remaining did a think Cowmen rarely do, and fell to his knees, begging for life. Bleu, the heartless Draken he is, simply threw his walking cane across it's face. The world wouldn't know of that Cowman unless they figured out how to replace skulls. He smiled a toothy grin at the man, his wide face in joy. He reared his head back and let loose a screaming pleasure curdle worthy of a banshee. No more Cowmen here."Hello, Human. Who are you, so amusing with your potions of violence?"
** AFYT, you're not really in with violence anymore. I'd suggest coming in after hearing my roar of pleasure at the deaths, and expecting to whip someone's ass for waking you up or something. I don't know, whenever you'd like is fine.
(Haha, alright. Hopefully, it will be under good terms, you badass dragon you! C:)
I looked over my shoulder to see that the cowman I had been fighting was already unconscious from the poison. I was called by the man, so I started to run to the scene. But before I could even start helping, the last group of wretched beasts were on the ground in a pile of vomit and blood. "Uhh.. Wow." My eyes were still absorbing the painting of death across the village. "I am Matthew, of Roslyn. I came from the North to deliver a package further south. I must say, you are quite skilled at.. Killing cowmen."
Bleu grins at the child, and notices him frowning at the dead carcasses on the ground. "Sorry about the mess, didn't know I'd be having visitors to my abode tonight." He chuckles, noticing the unconscious body of the poisoned cowman the kid had dispatched. "So. You're good with alchemy, I suppose?" He reaches weirdly behind his back, his arms bending a bit wrong. The Draken somehow finds a pack of dry, hard biscuit in his pack and pulls them out, throwing everything, even half of the wrapping, into his mouth. He chomps down anyway, crumbs falling out of his mouth. Bleu appears a bit messy, but he doesn't care. He leans harshly on the stick, his knees a bit weak after the tumble with the Cowmen.
(I'm actually thinking of changing my race, since humans are boring. [lol] That's not a problem, is it?)
I looked back to the spot where I had last seen where the old man was to find him simply staring in awe at the new 'decorations'. I faced back to my conversational partner. "Yeah, I'm into chem. It's certainly a helpful skill, especially when I have to travel so far. So you live here?" The crackling of the fires in the back ground were becoming slightly annoying. I keep trying to identify in my head what type of creature this man was, but I failed to recognize him as anything I knew of.
** You can, just give a short little explanation what it is.We'll just said I said "Hello, *race here* boy." Haha. *
<Bleu, 3rd Person>
"Uh. Came here to escape... my past, is all. Get some food, rest, heal up. I was a bit wounded, but it doesn't matter. That's behind me now, can't trouble me anymore. Just uh, you should probably scram. If more come, a kid like you isn't supposed to be out here alone. And I need to split." Bleu stretches, his long arms looking so weird as they twist into a knot in his form of yawning ecstasy. He throws the packet of food crumbs to the ground, covering it up with dirt with his long foot padding.
(Alright, thanks. I gotta go to bed after this post.. 10:20 pm here >.< Cya!)
There was obviously some secret about this guy's past, but I surely couldn't delve in on such silly matters. Then, the man starts going on about how young I am, and the 'perilous dangers' that await me. "Hey, I can take care of myself! I made it seven miles from the last town to this point, and I was fine. I wasn't going to be staying here for long anyways. If you were going to be leaving soon, I was gonna curve down around the mountain range to the large city down there. If you wish to accompany me, it would be greatly appreciated. It gets quite stale out in the middle of no where."
Dracul trudged through the forest. He was lost. The only thing he saw was a thin, spiraling shadow of smoke rising from a fire, off in the near distance. "To think I'd get carried this far from my home, all for pride. I knew I shouldn't have chased after that sea king," he growled. Dracul had been chasing off a creature that had been nipping at him for the past day, only to stray too far from his own land, onto another. And now, he didn't know where to go. "Might as well go over to the fire, and see what little surprise awaits me there," he muttered to himself.
Bleu, almost about to set off with the child, noticed something a bit awry. A slight tremble accompanied the crackling and steaming of the fires. It was unsettling, and made his elongated jaw quiver a bit. The only few things that could make a noticeable movement such as this was a war, an Elephantine, a massive species of wild beasts, a troll, or... a dragon. He realized it slowly, that only a dragon could cause the almost leg-trembling fear that sped through his body. Naturally, dragons aren't too happy if awoken or bothered.
Bleu, an almost never wavering figure, was going through in his head all the escape possibilities, and if it came to it, strategies for wounding or killing the great beast. All of this happened in a figure of 5 seconds, which seems to be a fast amount of time. But Draken have an evolved sense of knowledge, unlocking a good bit of their brain. Which seems to be why most Draken are scholars, or teachers. Of course, Bleu thought of this too as he was thinking of strategies. He was almost lost in his thoughts as he did so. The walking reptile turned to the child, and his eyes were panicked and stricken.
(Mid-post edit: Aww, darn it! You Ninja'd me there.)
A grin swept across my face. The company would be greatly accepted on the long voyage to Glens. My expression became neutral while I scanned over the remnants of the village. It was certain that these people would not survive another attack, even with assistance. Although, why would the cowmen even bother with such a pitiful dwelling area? It seemed as though there was nothing to pillage. Not even the people seemed worth it, most of them appearing quite weak. But, if they had survived long enough by the time I had gotten here, they would be fine on their own. I pulled a map out from my bag and opened it up. After a quick observation, I plotted a course to the nearest road. It led along the mountains to a town along the way. It would be a good place to restock, seeing how much my resources have depleted. "We're heading down through here then. Oh, and speaking of names, I haven't..." I saw a hint of fear in the man's eyes. I felt the ground tremble against my toes, and I soon came to realize that something big was coming. "A.." My eyes met with the amphibian, sharing a moment of complete terror. I tried to walk, but my legs froze in the chilly wind of fear.
** Hah, quickest one gets the candy. (; Oh, and if you find a new item, would you please update your bio with what you have? If you lose something, take it off. You understand what I mean. Just keep it updated. *
<Bleu, 3rd. Again. What, 9th time?>
Bleu frowned, his senses returning, the stiffness a bit settled, once he had figured out a somewhat fine plan. The Draken grabbed the boy's bony shoulder, and smiled at how young and innocent his face looked. It brought his panic down, made him calm. "Bleuregard. No time for names, though. Just grab your most harmful concoction and hope you don't have to throw it at whatever's coming, because I'm sure as hell not fighting a drag- I mean... ah, screw it, it's a Dragon. I'm positive. Let's just hope we don't catch his bad side." He readied his walking cane, as if it would do something against the approaching dragon's shield-like armor. Thinking it over, he slung his cane through a small cut in the space between his robe's back and the sewn in pack, and it stuck there. It allowed movement, but was also easily taken out.
Inspecting the slaughtered corpses, as well as the bleeding and dead citizens, he searched the ground for a well-built weapon. Hanging on a cowman's belt loop was a well cared for broadsword. The creature must have pillaged the fine weapon, and stolen it from a knight of some destroyed empire. Of course, he no longer needed it unless he was somehow healed. Bleu grinned, "It's okay, I'm sure someone around can help you with a smashed skull." he thought to himself. Taking the sword, he righteously named it Razarac, a forgotten word meaning Destroyer. Inspecting it speedily, it had a fine grip, and was weighted for a heavy man, or now, a Draken. He took his place beside the child again. The Draken was ready to fight to his last breath if needed.
(Yeah, I'll also put up a warning in my IG posts, so people know that I got something.
.. D: I want some candy!)
The only thing my ears caught wind of was the man's name, Bleuregard, and dragon. I felt my eyes dilate to the ring of that word. Those things were vicious, and quite often pissed off. Even the bravest gorillaman trembled at the sight of one. I looked around at the cowman corpses to find a dagger. It must have been a villager's.. Hope he won't mind if I use it! I dash over to the shiny weapon and pick it up. Shamefully, no blood was even spilled upon the blade. I assumed it was silver, because of it's light weight. I slung my bag around to the front and reached my arm into it, frantically searching for a vial of some sort of poison. Honestly, any would do, as long as it was prepared before the dragon arrived.
((Sorry guys. Had stuff to do, as well as school.))
Dracul paused for a second, for he smelled the scent of other beings within the area. "Nekkri. And... a Draken. Hm. I guess I am a bit hungry. Maybe my next meal. Who knows?" he grumbled to himself. Letting out a jagged breath, he continued for the spiraling smoke. "Seems like some kind of place where some kind live."
((Sorry guys. Had stuff to do, as well as school.))
Dracul paused for a second, for he smelled the scent of other beings within the area. "Human. And... a Draken. Hm. I guess I am a bit hungry. Maybe my next meal. Who knows?" he grumbled to himself. Letting out a jagged breath, he continued for the spiraling smoke. "Seems like some kind of place where some kind live."
(I actually changed my race, so it would be humans, draken, and nekkri. c:)
** Nekkri is a neko. Cat man. Check his updated bio. *
<Bleu, 3rd Person>
Bleu shook his snout and walked cautiously to the side of a building, his eyes already locked onto the beast descending to them rapidly. His legs moved incredibly fast for a dragon, and he appeared to be some kind of Elemental dragon, a dragon who did not spew fire. Possibly water, Bleu was thinking. The dragon was incredibly close now, and the Draken began flexing Razarac between his hands, a nervous habit with his stick. He didn't really do much but barely bend it. It was insanely durable. He anticipated the moment he would come face to face with this creature.
Dracul poked his head out of the canopy, only to see the small buildings of a village, like he had presumed. "Hm. Might as well take a rest. Can't seem to find the little buggers, although I smell them. Ugh, disgusting," Dracul growled, as he stepped over the village wall. His rear foot caught onto the top of the wall, and Dracul accidentally sent a portion of the wall crashing down. He ignored the commotion, and continued on, brushing buildings out of the way. Towards the smoke in the center.
I watched carefully as the dragon descended upon the village center. It didn't seem as pissed off as I would have presumed, but I was still weary of it's presence, especially with it being so close to my current position. I ducked down slowly, and crept up to a small fence, to what used to be a garden. I carefully held the dagger I picked up in one hand, with my other one holding down my things as not to make any noise. I perched myself precariously against the makeshift barricade, and wondered why the heck my breath was so loud! Darn mind tricks..