forum Power Isn't Always The Answer (ONE SPOT OPEN)

Started May 02, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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He hated the that sound. The shrieking and cawing of the great beasts, as if they were scaled birds being ripped open from the inside-out. But that was always what welcomed Brom into the dragon stables on the western side of the family compound. Teothian was different. His dragon, a beautiful, well built creature with blood red scales and glistening copper horns, was never the one to shriek or caw. If anything, the dragon let out a bone-chilling snarl when angered, or would growl deeply at the sight of those he displeased of. Which in most cases was Brom himself. Perhaps Teothian just needed time. Time, and air to stretch his wings on. The Sage children were advised against taking their dragons out when night fell for "safety reasons", but he knew that no one would stop him. Brom marched to his dragon's area. With fresh meat and a bucket of water in one hand, and the riding harness in the other, he reached the metal grate that held Teothian.

It started to grow silent, day waning to night. The echo of scales scraping against each other, heavy claws clicking on the hard floor resonated through the halls as some of the beasts continued to pace in their small stalls. It had been like this for a very long time, yet many dragons finally gave in, letting domestication finally take its place. What point was there to fight, when there was hardly anything left to fight for? Why struggle, when it was pointless? To resist only meant pain and suffering.

One stall was separated from the rest. It seemed to be in a place all its own. It was part of the precautions put into place, for it was here, the last of the Oleum dragons was currently held. Peering through the giant door, there appeared to be a giant massive mound covered in black sludge. There was hardly any movement, only an eerie silence.
Slowly, a pair of red orbs suddenly appeared from the mass. Black pupils narrowed into thin slits that were nearly lost in the vast red. A low rumble sounded, vibrating the floor beneath. A giant head rose upwards from the ground, eyes continuing to glow. 'Drip, drip, drip', the black substance dripped from the beast's form. No matter how much they tried to clean, the black tar always returned. It was just the way it was, many avoiding it. The only time the large dragon was ever needed was for war, the dark substance he secreted being an invaluable tool, catching anything on fire it touched should it be exposed to flames or even a spark. Those were the only times he ever received visitors…to simply collect his 'tar' to be used for war…
Among dragons, well, long ago, he was Ved'Kopraan, or simply called Ved. A beast of ages before, having lived long before men even had the technology they have now which they used against the dragons. Dragons had longer lifespans, and many would outlive their captors, but there was always another to take the place of the first…
His red eyes shifted to the outside world. How long had he been in captivity, he couldn't say. What he would say; Tis been too damn long. The beast seemingly exhaled a cloud of black smog from his nostrils. Oh how he longed for his freedom again, but such a day to come…never.
~Time continues forth, just as our lives do…but to live in such a state as this…we have become nothing more than cattle~ he mused to himself. Not like the humans could hear his thoughts, even if he had wanted to speak outloud, they would simply shut him down.
~Pleas of dragonelles go unheard…barely hatched chicks forced to work before they can even properly stand…oh how we have fallen from greatness~.

(I'mma go to bed rn. I normally can't be on between 8am and 4pm bc of school so if i don't respond that's likely the reason. GN)

(Gotcha. I think we might have different time zones because that was between 11 and midnight for me. Don't worry about time wise, as long as this stays alive, it's fine. As for me, I'm usually not on a bunch between 6:30 and 3:00.)

He hated the that sound. The shrieking and cawing of the great beasts, as if they were scaled birds being ripped open from the inside-out. But that was always what welcomed Brom into the dragon stables on the western side of the family compound. Teothian was different. His dragon, a beautiful, well built creature with blood red scales and glistening copper horns, was never the one to shriek or caw. If anything, the dragon let out a bone-chilling snarl when angered, or would growl deeply at the sight of those he displeased of. Which in most cases was Brom himself. Perhaps Teothian just needed time. Time, and air to stretch his wings on. The Sage children were advised against taking their dragons out when night fell for "safety reasons", but he knew that no one would stop him. Brom marched to his dragon's area. With fresh meat and a bucket of water in one hand, and the riding harness in the other, he reached the metal grate that held Teothian.

Said dragon raised his head at the sound of tiny footsteps along with the sloshing of water. At least it was probably water. The creature in the pen to his right cried out at the smell of the fresh food, despite already having had his fill earlier. Annoyed, he growled at the wall to have the sound stop instantly. Brom always insisted on feeding Emberinth himself. The beast eyed the food with interest due to the portion and the fact that it smelled fresh. He crept an inch closer to inspect it. That was until he saw the restrictive reins and saddle. He gave a low warning sound to the Sage boy standing just on the other side of the metal at the sight and returned to his spot closer to the back of the area. He despised being forced in whatever direction the human pleased. They moved from enslavement of their own kind to enslavement of another. Were they that driven by greed? If the boy could only understand that how he was raised was wrong.
Emberinth flapped his wings, a sign he wished for Brom to simply leave him be. Of course, that didn't work, as per usual. The human often took it as defiance due to the newness of captivity. A small puff of smoke came from his nostrils as he let out a huff at the boy.

Mre walked up the hill to where Peril had taken a liking too, he didn't really like dragons being treated like animals, so he refrained from keeping the dragon he… Owned, he really didn't like that word, free to move around as she liked. "I'm back." He said, plopping down on the ground with a small oof as he pulled out a bit of bread he had to eat for lunch. "I got you some beef from the butcher's shop, so please stop hunting my family's livestock." Mre put down the beef he had gotten on the ground, a few feet away from where he was sitting.

(Sorry, I've been gone for a while.)

Light flashed through the dark cave, showing the dark form of a dragon, asleep on the floor, curled in a tight ball. The dragon, still and silent, would twitch every once in a while, as though in a bad dream.

Peril was flying as fast as she could. Which wasn't very fast, in the dream. She was flying from something always in her mind, something she wished she could forget. The sounds of battle echoed around, and seemed to penetrate into her very brain, ringing and rolling until it was almost unbearable. The sky, once a bright blue color, was tinged with crimson, and the fields below her were strewn with bodies.
War.
The thing most loved, and some hated.
War.
The scent of blood, shouts and screams of pain.
War.
The seed of new worlds.
The thing that had killed everyone she loved, and left her in this hole.

"Oh come on Teo, I just want to feed you and let you spread your wings."
Brom said almost pleadingly to the great red dragon. He set the reigns on a hook outside the enormous metal grate and searched his belt for the cage's keys. He snatched the key ring and inserted the copper metal into the lock. Brom slowly slid the grate open with a grunt, and left it partially open, so that only the boy could escape if need be. Teothian still huddled in the corner of the stable, snarling and flicking his wings. The Sage boy poured the water into the dragon's trough, and tossed the meat into another. The great beast still glared at him with disdain and mistrust.
"Look. No weapons." Brom said, spreading his muscled arms in the dark air.

( @Qxeenscryche are you there?)

(Akdjqkchakd crap, sorry, I'm on the bus right now. I'll respond when I get home and finish my homework)

The boy no longer having the equipment in his hand, Emberinth let his glare soften a tad. He inched his way carefully towards the food, letting his hunger take control. He took the meat only to take it between his talons and begin ripping it apart. There was the occasional crunch of bone that seemed to unsettle most. He let out a deep rumble of pleasure. That was one thing the Sage boy understood. Fresh prey was an irreplaceable taste dragons preferred. It nearly made Emberinth grin as a shiver came down Brom's spine for a quick moment. Focusing back on his meal, the fact that Brom was there to take him for a ride temporarily slipped his mind. When finished, the dragon licked his lips and carefully drank from the pool of water. It was refreshing for a much colder refill of the liquid. The only issue he had at the moment was that his attention was off of the Sage boy, giving the human a chance to do what he came for.

Mother Sage had always taught her children to never be crude with their work. If they had to kill someone in battle, then they should make it as quick and painless as possible. Superstition mostly, but also part courtesy on the battlefield. Obviously the dragon had no ideas of battle courtesy, and ripped the fresh meat open with his copper talons, tearing tendons and snapping bones. Brom shivered. With Teothian finally relaxing a bit to sip from the fresh trough, Brom carefully slipped his arm outside the metal grate and grasped the reigns. Maybe the dragon just needed some fresh air under his wings to get him in better spirits. Brom crept his way around Teopthian's head, careful to stay out of his line of vision, and opened the clasps on the neck brace of the reigns. The sound was a lot louder than he wanted it to be. The great beast stopped drinking.

Emberinth froze both hearing the click of the fastener and the sudden stiffness he felt. Emberinth let out a deep growl once more, eyes landing on the Sage boy. He shouldn't have let his guard down. He shouldn't have looked away. He shouldn't have trusted a human.
"Take. It. Back. Off," the dragon spoke, though it probably still sounded like more nonsense to the human. Thinking a moment, he might have scared the boy with his hostile approach. He scooted closer to the grate to block most of it. He then sank to the floor and tried to show his distaste for the material.
"Please."

(Sorry, I've been gone for a while.)

Light flashed through the dark cave, showing the dark form of a dragon, asleep on the floor, curled in a tight ball. The dragon, still and silent, would twitch every once in a while, as though in a bad dream.

Peril was flying as fast as she could. Which wasn't very fast, in the dream. She was flying from something always in her mind, something she wished she could forget. The sounds of battle echoed around, and seemed to penetrate into her very brain, ringing and rolling until it was almost unbearable. The sky, once a bright blue color, was tinged with crimson, and the fields below her were strewn with bodies.
War.
The thing most loved, and some hated.
War.
The scent of blood, shouts and screams of pain.
War.
The seed of new worlds.
The thing that had killed everyone she loved, and left her in this hole.

Mre peeked his head into the cave, having heard some sort of thrashing. "Are you okay?" He called out into the cavern, he wasn't even sure if dragons could understand him, but he was doing it anyway. "I got you some food." He added on, hoping that would wake the dragon up from her obvious nightmare. He ran out and quickly grabbed the meat he had gotten at the butcher's shop, setting it down at the mouth of the cave, maybe the smell alone would wake her up.

Peril awoke suddenly. She smelled meat, and her eyes opened, glowing bright red. She sat up, her large wings wrapped tight around her as though she could protect herself from the nightmares that plagued her. She moved towards the meat, shaking sleep from her body.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a small voice, keeping a pretty far distance from the large dragon. Mre knew that the dragon couldn't answer him, but he was going to ask anyhow. "I bought you some beef, I'm not sure what type of meat you like best so I just got a generic kind."