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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 6, 2007 19:29:55 GMT -5
*hugs herself* I know I'm special. I just can't help it!
j/k!
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Post by >> x.Featherstream.x on Jul 12, 2007 9:51:50 GMT -5
^^ Yes you are!
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 12, 2007 17:00:01 GMT -5
;D ;D
Awright, I'm gonna work on Part One of my "big finish"!
Gonspar froze as man and boy skidded into view. Abruptly, he spun around and brought his tail into a fighting stance, his teeth bared and his eyes narrowed as a menacing growl rose and fell in his throat.
<Greedy draecs,> he crowed suddenly. <Delightful, really, the deception some of our kind's mortals will go to!>
Gaen, who was leaning heavily on Gonfern's extended neck, looked up sharply, sweaty strands of red falling into her eyes. <What does he mean?> she asked threateningly. Gymor looked steadily back at her; his master looked away. Gonfern lifted her head, and Gaen let her, falling to her knees gently.
Gymor lifted a spear with his right hand, holding it diagonal from his torso in a defensive position. "I'm not here to fight," he thrummed in dragontongue, but not mindspeak. "I came to save Gaen."
Gaen spoke aloud. "What do you mean? Other than this giant drake threatening my dragoness, I'm perfectly fine. And we're about to take him down anyway, so get lost!"
Gonfern ignored her slip of tongue when she said, "my dragoness", looking at her fondly the whole while. <That's my girl,> she cooed afterwards in a voice only Gaen could hear.
Anger was beginning to swell in Gaen's chest, and she couldn't help it. She was so furious and proud; she wanted to kill. She would do anything to protect the dragoness she had Bonded with. She had powers no other draec had been able to accept. She had strength others would never know. She was not a mere draeca, and she knew this now.
In her mindvoice, she roared like a dragoness, and Gonfern stepped back, her eyes wide and concerned; perhaps afraid? Gaen didn't care. She stepped forward threateningly at Gonspar. <And just WHO ARE YOU to threaten Gonfern!> Fire was burning, burning inside her, and she knew of her ability.
Behind Gymor, Garrathon squeaked like a fieldmouse. "It's happening," he whimpered, and recovered himself after a moment. "Quick, boy, we need to stop it! We need to take it from her!"
Instantly, Gaen understood. <You want to become a dragon so badly? You want the strength and immortality? You have NO IDEA what you could do, and that's what makes it so desirable! I will SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO, AND MAYBE YOU'LL RECONSIDER!>
Her violet eyes lit with fire so intense and powerful that her head jerked back to the sky; her red hair became a nest of slender, ruby flames, and a single tear trailing down her cheek was the only exhibit of pain she felt.
<You call Gymor stupid, old man, but it is you that is the fool! You will not lay a hand on him!>
Both Gonspar and Garrathon looked thouroughly taken aback. Gonfern was trembling as she received Gaen's emotions, and she suddenly cried out. Purple fire spilled from both dragoness's and draeca's eyes, swallowing their forms. Abruptly, Gonfern fell to the ground from her cocoon of flames in front of her prized eggs. Her tail thumped once upon the ground; then she was still. The curtain of fire suddenly drew back to reveal a shimmering, amethyst dragoness, her scales like jewels in the weak light. A strange circlet of rubies appeared to be incrusted in her forehead, glittering with fire. She opened her slender, powerful maw, and the fire, drawn inside, dispersed within.
She was far larger than Gonspar and Gonfern, but the black dragon was not deterred as he lunged for her throat. Feathered wings snapped out to the side and swallowed the den with their width, and the purple dragoness's tail collided with Gonspar's ribs. He fell, growling and whimpering, but still ready to attack. He was powerful. The dragoness knew that he fought with all his strength--he would prove a match even for her unlimited powers.
"Gaen?" Gymor asked quietly from where he stood.
<Yes,> she replied softly. Her eyes narrowed. <Gonspar is mine. Go, Gymor. Run.>
The boy looked from the shivering black dragon on the ground; to Gonfern's limp, unresponsive form; to the weeping man he once respected; to the clutch of eggs, Gonfern's eggs; and finally to the dragoness that was the draeca he loved. Slowly, he nodded. Grabbing Garrathon's tunic collar, he turned and ran.
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Post by Moony on Jul 13, 2007 21:00:32 GMT -5
SIMPLY FANTASTIC! Please keep it going! I love everything! Where did you find all these things? The Focus, and the Draecs, and Draecas?
PLEASE CONTINUE!
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 15, 2007 11:59:37 GMT -5
Thanks! I made them up, honestly. I just kinda noticed one day that, hey, red hair looks like fire, so I randomly created the draecan people *draecs and draecas* and it kept building. *Shrugs* It's fun to write about, though =] I hate to end DragonWing off. But writing the finales are f. u. n.! =] Gaen watched Gymor turn and run through impassive purple eyes. She understood that, all along, her feelings for him had been love. And she also understood they would never be together. She had always been a dragoness, trapped in a draeca's form. He would never be what she had become, and Gaen had to let him go from her life. Slowly, Gaen turned to Gonfern's still form and nudged her muzzle gently. All of the dragoness's muscles were slackened by her state of unconsiousness, and her muzzle dropped back to the ground when Gaen let it slip from her own. She began to speak in mindspeak, but stopped. She could speak aloud now, in the truest form of dragontongue. It gave her strength to realize this new ability. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she growled aloud, her voice thrumming with ancient fire. "I didn't know this would happen to you, but I thank you all the same." There was a rather unpleasant sensation in her eyes when she involuntarily tried to summon the mortal emotion of tears in her fiery gaze; they began to hiss fiercely and a slight wisp of smoke curled into the air. Gaen shook her large, triangular head and wiped her eyes with the back of a large amethyst paw. Gonspar had by now recovered, and was snarling throatily behind her. Having been ignored until now, he had slowly been trying to creep behind the two dragonesses to destroy Gonfern's eggs. Furious, Gaen brought her tail flying at the black male, colliding with his chest and sending him soaring backwards into the den's wall. Rearing her neck, she unfurled her wings and went for his neck, her eyes burning with malice and hatred, a fury lighting a fire inside of her that wouldn't die. Gonspar quickly recovered from the attack and ducked out of the way just as Gaen's sharp, venomous fangs made an audible *click* above his head. Enraged, he jerked his head up quickly, one of his horns tearing at Gaen's throat. She roared with pain and annoyance she had been so easily fooled, a sound cut off by blood bubbling in the wound. It was deep, and it was fatal. Gaen and Gonspar both knew. Relieved to have the upperhand, the black drake drew his head clear of Gaen's neck and reared onto his back legs to deliver a final blow. Gaen quickly mirrored his moves to give him a harder target to hit, but the wound in her neck had caused her to loose much blood already. She wobbled unsteadily, and Gonspar flashed in to take advantage. Gaen closed her eyes, willing herself to die quickly as fire seared her wings. She screamed again, a bloodcurdling cry loud enough to wake the dead. ~~ Gymor stopped dead in his tracks. Dropping his master into a heap on the ground, he turned and ran as swiftly as he could to Gaen. She was in trouble. ~~ Gonfern stood unsteadily on her legs, willing her head to clear and her gaze to focus. Everything was blurry and spun around wildly in her head. All she knew was Gaen was crying out in her Focus, begging for salvation from her wounds. Hands were placed on her neck; she tried to jerk away, but stopped herself. It wasn't Gaen, but whoever it was didn't pose much of a threat. Healing threads eased the ache in her head and cleared her mind. Slowly, the bluriness faded, and invisible hands held her vision straight and firm. She looked down, grateful, and saw Gymor, the boy that angered Gaen. Gonfern lifted her head, furious, ready to attack, but stopped--she looked toward the purple and black dragons, and immediately saw Gaen was of more importance. Her eyes narrowing to slits, she slammed into Gonspar's flank, sending him spiraling away to a far corner of the cave. He sank unconcious, and together, boy and dragon ran to Gaen. She had sank into a reverie of pain and dementia. Gymor cupped her large head in his arms and lay his head on her own. <Can we heal her?> he asked Gonfern without looking at the dragoness. There was a heavy silence; finally, she spoke. <No. She is already passing to join Gon.> ~~~ I hate it when I kill off the main character!!!! ...But I'm not done with the story just yet...
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Post by [[_ moon/beam on Jul 16, 2007 15:17:30 GMT -5
*cries* Gonfern needs to kill Gonspar!
This story is awesome! I love it!
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 16, 2007 16:04:02 GMT -5
I really hate it when I do this to myself. Killing people is not my thing!!!
Ah, well. I already planned out the ending! ;-]
~~ Ouch. What's wrong with me...? Where am I?
Gingerly, Gaen lifted her head, arching her slender neck warily. Is this the Vale of Mists? I was always told that the Vale was where I'd go if I...died...
Pain and thoughts rushed back to her, and she thrashed her tail once, furious. "How could I do this to myself!? What about Gonfern and Gymor? Gonspar was such an easy kill!" she roared, betrayed by herself. Her eyes blazed with fire as she shook her head and lunged to her feet, her claws digging deep scars into the earth. "I lost everything I loved to a selfish old drake!"
"But you haven't lost your fighting prowess." The voice was deep and echoing, reverberating from the depths of the earth itself. Gaen shivered and drew her wings to her side. It was so hellishly hot where she stood, like she was in the center of the Great Ball of Light, but she still felt chilled by the voice that had addressed her. It was not a voice she was meant to hear.
"Do not be afraid," the voice told her suddenly, a chuckle in its tone. "I mean you no harm--in fact, I mean you the opposite. Life. Your business is not yet finished on the earth you were spirited away from, Gaen."
"No," she whispered, a faint smile forming on her muzzle. "It's not. And you can help me settle it?"
The voice chuckled again. "I can." It was a warm voice, and Gaen felt silly ever fearing it.
"Do you know who I am?" it asked.
"No," Gaen replied honestly.
"You are the dragoness that our kind has waited for years to arrive. You are the Amethyst, a prophetic dragon whose destiny is to kill the Shadow and light the Flame."
Gaen's eyes slowly began to glow as the prophecy flashed before her mind, like it had been stored there all along. "I...I am?"
"You are," the voice confirmed. "The Amethyst--also known in dragontongue as Gonstar. You are the second to bear the name, and I trust you will live up to it like your father did."
Her eyes widened; "My father...was Gonstar?" And suddenly, Gaen knew the name of the speaker. "You are my grandfather," she said quietly, a smile beginning on her muzzle. "You are Gon."
A deep, rumbling laugh echoed around her as a flash of lightning seared her thoughts. A large, black opening yawned beneath her, and the young female, Gonstar, tumbled in. ~~ Tears began to fall unchecked down Gymor's face. "No," he sobbed, "NO!" But still, the large head did not stir, and the dragoness that was his Gaen did not wake. Slowly, he placed her lifeless head back on the ground, and turned to Gonspar. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed as loudly as he could toward the drake, even though he knew perfectly well the dragon couldn't hear him.
He tried again, his voice blazing in Gonfern's mind-<I HATE YOU!>
He still did not stir. Gonspar's flanks, however, lifted still as he breathed in and out. Gonfern rose, her tears glittering in her eyes like liquid fire. She had never cried before, but she did now, long and hard. "I hate you, too," she snarled, her voice betraying deep feelings of despise and grief. "And now I will end your life the way you ended Gaen's!"
Gymor had no idea what the dragoness had said, but he felt her pain and anger all the same, and had a clear idea of what she was about to do. He stood as well to join her and lifted his spear menacingly.
<I will rip out his throat> Gonfern told him. <I will rip out his throat and gut him like humans gut a fish!> With that, she lunged for the dark dragon. ~~ The pain and light flashed brightly once more, and receded as Gonstar's eyes flickered open warily. The first thing her mind focused on was Gonfern, lunging toward Gonspar with murder in her heart; the second was the slight murmur in her focus.
...Eggs,she realized. Gonfern's eggs.They're hatching.
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Post by [[_ moon/beam on Jul 17, 2007 12:46:51 GMT -5
Awesome Chapter! [btw, love the LP sign ]
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 17, 2007 16:17:58 GMT -5
Thankies!!! **I just ripped it from a fansite, actually, I'm so bad! XD**
Lalala, I don't feel like doing a chapter today...
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 17, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
Ok, mebbe I will...
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 23, 2007 15:02:46 GMT -5
*Procrastinator* Alright, I'll bite. It's the last chapter, after all!!!! ;D ~~~ Strength flooded back into her muscles and Gonstar stood shakily--she lunged, her wings spread wide, and threw herself in front of Gonfern just as the smaller dragoness reached Gonspar's unconcious form. Her neck arched protectively as she confronted the dragoness.
Gonfern took a shaking step backwards. "You're alive?" she rasped in a trembling voice. Tears lashed in her eyes. She shook her muzzle to dislodge them--how unpleasantly uncomfortable. Her connection with Gaen must have caused her to experiance the mortal feeling of tears...
Gonstar smiled tearfully, relief shining in her eyes and joy in every feature of her dragon-y form. "As I'll ever be," she replied gently. "My name is Gonstar, daughter of the first Gonstar, granddaughter of Fire, of Gon. And I am the Amethyst--I will kill the Shadow. I will Light the Flame. And Gonspar will pay for ever causing you to run from your life."
Gonfern's body began to shake uncontrollably. "Gaen," she sobbed, "my girl, it is so good to see you....I thought Gonspar killed you, just like the other important dragon in my life...."
Gonstar extended her neck and pressed her head into Gonfern's, trying to comfort as well as seeking it for herself. Gonfern began to speak: "Gonreth. Gonreth was the father of my offspring. Gonspar was jealous, so jealous, and he came...he first killed my mate and vowed to take the eggs' lives as well....when I escaped him, it drained me, and I never expected to Bond with a draecan. I thought I would manage. But when I met you, it struck me how much you thought and acted like a young dragon kit. Like one of my own offspring. And when you...died...I was so furious....so upset....I almost missed my children. They're calling me, Gonstar. They're waking. My kits..."
"And you must go to them," Gonstar finished firmly. She pulled away to look disdainfully at Gonspar; he moaned slightly and lifted his head, shaking it. "He's mine."
With an almighty roar, Gonspar thrashed into an upright position and dived for the unprotected eggs. At that moment, Gonstar threw herself in front of him and sent him backwards again; the first kit broke through, set its first gaze on Gonfern, and claimed its name, "Gonwing"; and three seconds after, its small body was slammed into by Gonspar's widely sweeping tail and sent against the cave wall. It crumpled to the ground, and Gonfern and Gonstar let out a wail of grief in unison.
Gonstar spun around and sank her teeth into Gonspar's flesh. He thrashed wildly, like a fish; she kept her fangs embedded into his neck until bittersweet blood flowed into her mouth and grew cold, until he slowly lost blood and became weaker and weaker; until he stopped moving altogether and his life left him. But Gonstar was not done; she threw a white-hot crest of flame at the body and watched it burn, watched it crumple and succumb to the intensity of the fire, and wither away to a pile of fine, white ashes.
Gonfern lay behind her, curled around her newly hatched kits--Gonstar hadn't listened to their small mewlings and peeps until now. Wearily, she came over, and Gonfern introduced them; her voice was sad, but quietly proud, and a fierce relief had spread into her Focus.
"This is Gonspiral," she introduced, pointing out the largest male, "and his three sisters, Gonheart, Gonflare, and Gonstreak."
"And what of his fourth sister, Gonwing..." she asked, though it was hopeless; they both knew her life had left her as soon as she had collided with the hard wall of stone and reed.
Gonstar now moved over to the kit's still body, and pressed the tip of her muzzle onto the slightly warm flank. She heaved a great sigh; Gymor came over to her and pressed against her side, his hand on her neck.
<It's not fair,> he whispered.
<No. It isn't,> Gonstar replied, her voice magnified by a deeper tone, a voice that was not her own. It was Gon's. Fire welled in her nostrils, and she sneezed, tears welling in her eyes; astonished, she looked down as the blue sparks were suddenly pulled into the kit's nose as it took a jerking breath. And another; and another....
Gonstar slowly began to weep with joy; no unnecessary life had been lost that day! She slowly wiped her eye with a large paw, and Gon's voice whispered in her Focus; "You have killed the Shadow, Gonspar; and you have Lit the Flame, Gonwing..."
Gonstar's head jerked backwards and she fell to the ground, crying out from her startledness and pain. It ended in a moment; when she opened her eyes again, she found herself to be completely intact as the simple draeca, Gaen. She and Gymor exchanged a look of pure wonder, and she turned back to Gonwing. Picking the small kit up and holding it in her arms, it looked to her and sneezed, taking her in.
"Mother," it squeaked. ~~~ Note: Gaen can still understand spoken dragontongue!
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Post by Tear on Jul 25, 2007 13:01:59 GMT -5
Great chapters!
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 25, 2007 17:26:54 GMT -5
Thankies!! ;D
It's kinda weird to have it finished though... Ah well I can always make everyone suffer with a SEQUEL!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHA!
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Post by Tigerfur on Jul 25, 2007 23:08:43 GMT -5
I LOVED your story Frostfire, I hope you do make a sequel! ;D
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 28, 2007 15:17:53 GMT -5
;D Thankies!!!
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Post by >> x.Featherstream.x on Aug 15, 2007 9:39:30 GMT -5
Awesome story. ;] Love it.
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Aug 15, 2007 16:45:28 GMT -5
Thanks!!!!
I couldn't believe it when I saw your name on the cbox!!!! It so good to hear from you again, I thought you'd left TSF!
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