Random scenes/interactions between my charries which I write when bored, or just have an urge to write
There will be some mature moments; mostly bloody moments as well as swearing
Read what I have if you would like
Any questions, etc., simply ask
~Dragoncita
RANDOM BATTLE SCENE: Cain vs. Dante
Cain raced forward. Both his hands gripped the hilt of his large blade, eyes glowing. They were no longer the dark amber, but instead bright yellow with black, slit pupils. Eyes that were all too familiar with that of the red dragon who sworn its life to his own. Only Jun was nowhere in sight. Where the dragon was, only his rider knew.
The man suddenly leapt upwards, leaving the ground below. Cain then swung downwards, his speed increasing as he fell. The wind whipped his cloak behind him in a wild frenzy.
Dante, or the thing that was once the man, seemingly made a clicking sound. It swung the corrupted weapon it had created, a vicious looking scythe, upwards.
The blades of both males collided with a loud, metallic clang. As they met, the ground cracked beneath their feet, a shockwave emitting from their position. Neither were giving in as the air swirled around them.
Cain's yellow eyes glared at the thing. The male seemingly released an inhuman growl. He shoved forward, forcing Dante to step backwards. Cain knew what the other was, what the corrupted were capable of, hell, he had been there when the first sighting of the corruption appeared. It was a learning curve at the time, for both man and dragon, but they managed to get through, despite the massive losses.
As for the corrupted human, the creature shoved right back. It seemed there were no eyes, but Cain could feel it's hungry gaze, the thousands of whispers hissing in his mind: "Revoke the frailties of flesh and be consumed. Join us brother…put aside your mortal shell…Join us brother…"
Cain rose his mental shield, to keep the whispers from distracting him. That's all he would need. The male's eyes glowed brightly. He released a roar, a fiery ring suddenly exploding around his body.
Almost instantly, as the fire spread, did the corrupted release a screech, quickly retreating away from the flames. The creature was seemingly squirming, the corruption burnt black in several places along the bio-armor.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Cain was once again covering ground towards his enemy. The male released another cry, lunging forward with his blade aimed to impale Dante. Flames danced along Cain's blade, to make sure he would put an end to the corrupted fiend.
Cain hadn't expected Dante's healing factor to be so quick. Just as his blade should've hit it's mark, struck only air. The man had no time to move as several vine-like tendrils suddenly impaled his chest and stomach. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, the pain intensifying.
The corrupted stood behind him, the tendrils attached to its back. A clicking emitted, followed by what sounded like thousands of insects crawling. Looked at closely, there appeared to be movement along the tendrils, seemingly confirming the corrupted creatures moving towards the man.
"Brave, but foolish," Dante's voice sounded, echoed by several other voices, "You fought valiantly human, but in the end, the corruption consumes all."
Cain could hardly do anything. He was suspended in the air, his blade laying on the ground off to the side, out of his reach. The man coughed, blood spattering his front. His once yellow eyes were once again amber. Cain released a shaky sigh, feeling he was done. If the corruption were to spread through his body, Cain knew nothing would be safe from him if he were to become one of the corrupted. He started to slowly close his eyes, hearing the corruption draw closer to his body. The male felt his eyelids grow heavier. Blood continued to flow from his wounds, leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
~Cain…Cain…CAIN~.
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: Pleasant Dreams
Cain felt as if he was floating. He was slowly falling deeper. The male slowly opened his dull eyes, looking upwards. All he could see was darkness. There was no sound, only a silence was in the air. It felt peaceful…almost too peaceful. But it was bliss to Cain, perhaps he could finally sleep…
The man felt his eyes slowly start to close again…
~CAIN…AWAKE…~
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Cain jolted upwards. He was sitting in a field of wild grass and flowers. The male blinked, glancing around. He took a moment to look down at his body. Blood still stained his clothes. Cain lifted his arm, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He felt warmth, glancing down to see the red fluid staining his hand, still wet.
The man actually took a moment to look behind him, but the corrupted was not standing there, nor was he impaled. Cain was trying to understand what was happening, where was he?
Cain forced himself to stand. His legs felt weak, as if they would collapse under him at any moment. His blade was nowhere in sight. The male suddenly paused, hearing what sounded like faint laughter upon the wind. But, that voice, both voices were very familiar to him. Cain limped forward, the grass and flowers swaying lightly in the breeze. He knew that voice, he knew both, but there was one he was fixated on as he walked. Cain collapsed, struggling to find his breath. Yet he laid for only a few moments before getting up again. He needed to see, to know…
Cain found himself upon the hill's crest, looking down as a man and a woman ran through the fields. His amber eyes widened, recognizing none other than himself, in his younger years, and the love of his life…
"E-Elizabeth?"
His words caught in his throat as he watched below. This was a dream, an illusion, it had to be. She was dead, gone…
Cain watched as his younger self and his love of so long ago continued to race through the fields. He could only watch, and listen…
"Looks like I won again. You really need to work on your running Cain," the woman laughed.
The young Cain had caught up to her. He was hunched over, hands resting on his knees, panting. Yet there was a smile on the young man's face.
"C'mon now," he chuckled, "I thought I was doing pretty good."
He suddenly moved quickly, sweeping Elizabeth off her feet into his arms bridal style. The woman laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She smiled at him brightly, hair flowing in the soft breeze. As for the young Cain, he seemingly also laughed, holding her close.
The young Cain leaned closer, gently kissing Elizabeth. The woman returned her lover's kiss, continuing to have her arms wrapped around his neck. They remained in their embrace for several moments before finally Cain moved his head back. As their eyes met, the affection in their gazes told all.
Elizabeth lifted a hand, gently brushing some of the man's hair out of his face. Her hand ran down the side of Cain's face, coming to rest on his cheek. The woman's sea green eyes met his amber gaze.
"Cain…you will stay by my side…won't you? Promise you'll never leave me. Promise that we'll always be with each other…I don't want to be left alone…I want to stay by your side…together you and I…till the very end…"
The young Cain looked towards Elizabeth. He leaned closer to her till his forehead was lightly resting against her own. The male still had his soft smile as he responded.
"Elizabeth, you know I would never leave you…not now or ever. Even if I had to go and defy the gods and goddesses themselves, I will always be by your side…"
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: Wake me from this Nightmare
Cain watched the scene between his younger self and his love. His amber eyes shined, remembering…
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"ELIZABETH! DON'T YOU TOUCH HER! ELIZABETH!"
He was struggling, trying to reach the woman. Cain felt the broadside of a blade smack him on the back of the head, causing him to crumple to his knees in pain. Another pair of hands moved in, grabbing his wrists, tying them back. The man could do little as he was subdued.
As Cain made another attempt towards Elizabeth, an armored fist collided into his jaw. He was slammed back to the ground, a boot now on his back. The male bit back the cry of pain, instead spitting a mouthful of blood. He lifted his eyes, looking towards the woman.
Elizabeth stood quietly in her white gown. She was still on the altar, armored soldiers surrounding her on all sides. Yet, the once terror that was in her expression was completely gone. Instead, there was a sad, but peaceful look on her face. The woman's soft green eyes looked towards Cain.
She gave him the small smile she always gave him, "Cain…I promise I will wait for you…no matter how long it will take…I'll be waiting…"
The woman blinked, her eyes swirling, becoming something else entirely. Her hair started to flow wildly, body changing. Scales rippled across her skin, a pair of powerful wings suddenly springing from her back.
Cain's eyes widened. He wanted to run towards her, to embrace her before she could do what she was doing. The only thing he could do was try and all out…
"Elizabeth! DON'T ELIZABETH!!!"
The light around the woman's body became brighter to almost blinding. Most of the soldiers had to shield their eyes due to the intense white light. As the power increased, a pulse suddenly sprung forth, causing the ground to crack and ripple. Men fell to their knees, the strength of whatever power the female was wielding too powerful.
Cain felt himself tossed back several feet, but he struggled to stand against the power. He grit his teeth together, taking a step. The male closed his own eyes, but he could sense her. The power waves felt as if they would blow him back, or break his very body, but he paid no mind. He only wanted to embrace her once again.
He could feel her, she had to be right in front of him. Another pulse resonated, threatening to push Cain back. He couldn't let himself be tossed backwards again, he had to reach her. Through his pain, Cain released a cry. The bonds that once tied his wrists behind his back broke, allowing him to throw his arms around the form of Elizabeth.
The male didn't let go, holding her as close as possible. He could feel the scales, but it didn't matter. Her soft, gentle voice suddenly spoke in his mind.
~Forgive me…Cain…I'm sorry we couldn't be together…~.
Cain felt a gentle hand rest under his chin, lifting his head. The man opened his eyes, tears falling. He looked into the soft, gentle sea-green eyes of Elizabeth. Cain seemingly choked, trying to find his breath, desperately fighting back his sobs.
~I'll be waiting for you Cain…when your time comes, even if it takes an eternity…I'll be by the gates, waiting to enter with you by my side…I love you Cain…~.
"E-E-Elizabeth…please…p-please don't leave m-me…not like this…p-p-please…"
The man felt her arms wrap around him, her wings shielding his body. He heard her laugh softly ~I'll always be with you Cain…the sunlight that shines through the trees, the gentle breeze that blows through the fields, you will see and hear me through these…Good-bye Cain…I'll be waiting…~
Cain broke down. He could feel her slipping from his grasp. No matter how hard he tried to keep a hold on her, she continued to slowly disappear. He could still hear her gentle voice, continuing to whisper to him.
Slowly, the light finally died, leaving Cain in the middle of the massacre. Bodies of both enemies and allies littered the area. His breath caught in his throat. Cain felt his hands were holding something. He turned his amber eyes down, seeing a perfect scale in his hands. The man stared at the single scale for several moments, then once again broke down.
He felt his legs give out, collapsing to the ground. Cain's shaky hands clasped it close to his chest. The man threw his head back, releasing a sorrowful cry, only none heard. The only answer he received was a quiet rumble of thunder, a gentle rain falling.
Cain curled up, in pain. He clutched the scale closely to his chest, not daring to let go. The man slowly closed his eyes…
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: The Dragon Appears
He could feel his rider's pain. Even with his voice trying to break through to reach Cain's mind, there was no response. Great red and black wings beat against the sky. Flames danced across dark red scales as the giant beast suddenly appeared in the sky above. The dragon's eyes glowed brightly, the rumble emitting from him sounding more like thunder.
The corrupted seemingly took notice. The humanoid paused, glancing towards the sky as the colossal shadow shrouded the world in darkness. It could feel the heat, the dreaded heat all corrupted feared. The creature tossed aside the limp form of Cain. As for Cain, the corruption was in his system. Veins started to turn black in his skin, the corruption spreading.
Slowly, the giant dragon started to descend. As Jun landed, the earth shook from his weight. Yellow eyes glared at the corrupted human. The red dragon's lips curled back, baring fangs that dwarfed Dante. Liquid fire dripped from his slightly open jaws, sizzling as it hit the ground.
"A corrupted so far away from its hive? You filthy insects were never too bright."
The corrupted humanoid seemingly started to click again. It swung its scythe several times, the weapon soon coming to point at the great red dragon.
"I am not like the rest 'old king', I have no hive. I have no need for weaker workers to hold me back. This human is all I need."
Jun's eyes widened slightly. 'Old King', how did this corrupted know of his past? The red dragon suddenly felt threatened. If this humanoid spread the word of who he truly was, his past, Jun knew there would be no rest for him.
The dragon's form burst into flames. His form grew smaller, a tall man soon replacing the beast. A long, heavy blade rested across his shoulders. Yellow eyes glared at the corrupted humanoid. He curled his lips back, showing fangs that belonged to no man.
"I have no idea who the fuck you are, or even how you know of my past, but I know for damn sure I'm going to silence your voice."
Then without warning, Jun sprung forward towards Dante…
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: Dragon and Corrupted
The corrupted was swift. Once again sword and scythe met with a loud clang, sparks flying. Jun easily towered over Dante, baring his fangs. Sparks continued to fly as the weapons rubbed against each other. Metal screeched as Jun shoved forward.
Despite it's strength, the corrupted was no match for the dragon's. The thing that was Dante felt itself being forced backwards. Even as it dug it's feet into the ground, it continued to slowly slide backwards. The corrupted was struggling as Jun remained with his blade firmly pressed against Dante's own.
With a sudden snarl, the dragon shoved with all his strength. As he did, his massive blade caught on fire, burning anything it touched. Almost instantly, as soon as the flames appeared, did the corrupted release an agitated clicking. The heat seemed to cause the humanoid to recoil. It hadn't been expecting the sudden shove from Jun, causing the corrupted to stumble backwards.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Jun sprang forward. The male lifted his leg, slamming an armored boot into Dante's chest. The corrupted humanoid soon found itself pinned on the ground with nowhere to go. Its weapon had been knocked to the side. The creature started to click furiously, an almost soft chittering coming from it.
It's armor suddenly started to move. Once again the powerful tendrils sprung from it's body, aiming to ensnare the man on top of it. Just as the tendrils appeared ready to wrap around Jun, did flames suddenly erupt from the dragon's form. The corrupted started to screech. It writhed and squirmed under Jun's boot, desperately trying to get away.
As for the dragon, a growl emitted from him. His eyes glared downwards, pupils thin slits, "Fire was always your kind's weakness. As I said, you're not too bright. You may recognize who I am, but you apparently didn't remember my main element."
The corrupted beneath him continued to writhe and hiss. It suddenly clung to his leg, glaring upwards. Hidden eyes fell upon the flame covered blade raised to decapitate it. Dante's armor was nearly black and brittle from the flames.
"Foolish king, you who left your throne! You cannot kill us! We are thousands, millions! You are but a single old and weak beast! Revoke the frailties of flesh and be consumed!"
The corrupted seemingly made a last effort to attack. What appeared to be even more tendrils sprung from its body, attempting to snare Jun, despite the flames.
"I admire your last ditch effort, but the flames shall cleanse your corruption. Return to the cesspit that spawned your vile filth!"
Then without another word, Jun's mighty blade fell, singing through the air. There was a heavy 'thunk', as Jun's great sword easily sliced through the bio-armor. The corrupted humanoid's head rolled off to the side. There was no movement, the thing supposedly dead. The flames along the male's body died down.
Jun returned his blade to his shoulders. He looked towards the beheaded body. His yellow eyes dimmed to a soft glow, but his pupils remained thin slits. Jun's gaze quickly shifted Cain's body. He rushed over to his rider's side.
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: The End could very well be Near
It wasn't long before Jun was kneeling beside Cain's body. As for Cain, his breaths were shallow. His body felt cold to the touch, his veins turning black with the corruption. Cain's clothes were slightly damp from sweat.
As for the dragon, he looked at his rider. The male growled softly under his breath, eyes glowing. This wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. He could sense his rider's body was desperately trying to fight off the corruption, but was slowly starting to fail. It would only be a matter of time before Cain's system would finally give up, and allow the corruption to take control. If this were to happen, Jun knew that their bond would be broken, and that he may very well be forced to kill the man who had been by his side for so many years, a man who befriended a Dragon King of old when he had stepped down from his throne to allow a younger generation to take his place.
Jun actually swallowed hard. He turned his head, shutting his eyes, as if trying to get rid of the thoughts, but they remained in his mind. He remembered times before he had struggled, but this was different. Cain had been the closest thing Jun had to family, a brother in a way.
He finally opened his eyes again. The dragon looked down at Cain. A forked tongue slipped past his lips, testing the air. Maybe, just maybe there was still time to save Cain. Jun suddenly leaned down, picking up his rider, cradling him in his arms. A sudden pair of powerful, red wings sprung from Jun's shoulders, flaring outwards. A tail snaked out behind him soon after. With a single flap, he was in the air.
The male took off swiftly. In his arms, he cradled the cool form of Cain. The dragon knew time was not on his side, but he would try his damnedest to do what he had to just to keep his rider alive.
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: Finding the Warlock
His great wings beat against the sky. Even as a human, Jun was still swift. His tail trailed behind, keeping him balanced. Every now and then, his yellow eyes would glanced towards the man he cradled in his arms. The dragon could sense how quickly the corruption was taking hold now. He could feel Cain start to shiver uncontrollably. The man's body was still fighting off the corruption the best it could.
The dragon flapped his wings, picking up his speed. He needed to reach his destination, he had to in order to ensure his rider's survival. Jun seemingly growled softly under his breath.
"C'mon…just hold on a bit longer old friend…"
The sky was darkening, but still Jun continued to fly. The night would mean little, his eyes simply adjusting to the darkness and seeing the world clearly. Once again his forked tongue flicked out, testing the air. They had to be getting close, at least Jun was hoping. The person he was seeking should still be in these parts, less something happened to cause them to move.
More time had passed, until finally Jun's yellow eyes settled upon what appeared to be a ramshackle hut sitting right in the middle of what seemed to be a swamp. The dragon would've given a sigh of relief, but he knew they weren't out of the woods just yet. His rider was barely clinging to his humanity. The spasms were occurring more often, Cain's veins almost completely black now.
Jun landed carefully. As he did, his tail and wings disappeared. He walked silently towards the run-down building. The dragon soon reached the door. Jun moved his rider, now cradling him in the crook of his left arm. He lifted his right, lightly knocking on the door. Jun worried slightly that he'd end up knocking the door off it's hinges because it appeared so flimsy, but thankfully it stood in place.
There was no answer. The dragon gave a frustrated growl. His body started to heat up, letting anyone nearby now his agitation. The owner of the house had to be around…he just had to!
The male was getting ready to slam the door down, when it suddenly swung inwards. Though, standing in the doorway was rather startling. An extremely tall humanoid stood, staring outwards. Multiple eyes blinked, several insect-like arms/legs appeared to be attached to its back. The creature was silent as it stared at Jun.
As for the dragon, he knew the creature. Though it wasn't the one he was looking for. Jun opened his mouth to speak, when a raspy voice sounded from somewhere within the building.
"Who is there Sunkra? Honestly, I'd prefer to be left alone, especially at this hour."
There was the sound of footsteps on wooden floorboards. As whoever was approaching, the insect-like creature took a few steps back from the doorway, being replaced with a shadowy figure. A reddish purple eye glinted from the hood, staring directly at the dragon and the one he carried.
"…well now, of all creatures to end up on my doorstep, I most certainly wasn't expecting you…Jundofaalsahqoshul."
TO BE CONTINUED
Scene Continued: Perhaps there is still Time
The draconic male didn't seem the least surprised when the shadowy figure said his full name. Instead, Jun slowly blinked his dim, yellow eyes.
His voice was low as he responded, "Forgive me Zelit. I know my timing isn't the best, but…"
"The corruption is spreading rapidly," the figure suddenly interrupted the dragon, resting a hand on Cain's arm.
Zelit's eyes narrowed, glowing slightly. He turned, motioning with a hand for Jun to follow. The shadowy male then glanced towards the humanoid dubbed 'Sunkra'. He muttered something to the creature. It stood still as it listened, then bowed, disappearing somewhere within the small hut.
The warlock led Jun to another small room. There was a cot in resting in the corer, which Zelit motioned towards, "Lay him down there. Sunkra should be getting a few things for me."
The dragon did as he was told. He carried his rider to the make-shift bed, setting Cain down. Jun slipped off Cain's cloak, setting it to the side. He felt movement, Zelit soon coming up beside him. Jun glanced down towards the side, seeing the warlock standing there.
He stepped back, going to lean against a wooden wall. Jun crossed his arms across his chest. His eyes remained a dull yellow, watching intently. The dragon's gaze shifted back to the door that led into the room, the creature Sunkra returning carrying a black satchel. It handed the bag to its master, bowing, then take several steps back.
"Zelit…he isn't too far gone, is he," Jun suddenly asked.
As for Zelit, he had pulled up a wooden chair beside the cot. The shadowy male seemingly paused. He didn't offer the dragon a glance as he spoke, "I find it rather amazing he even made it this long. The corruption in his body has already spread throughout his system. But it is also strange that it hasn't taken a hold of him…hm, what's this?"
The warlock's eye came to settle on a piece of twine around Cain's neck. Attached to the makeshift necklace and laying against his chest, was a scale of pure white. The scale seemingly shimmered with a radiant, divine glow. Zelit raised an eyebrow, then slowly stretched his fingers outwards.
Though, before he could touch it, a hand suddenly gripped his wrist. It was if Cain had sensed it, someone reaching for the one thing that kept her close. His eyes had shot open, only instead of their dark amber, Cain's eyes were red. As he gripped the warlock's wrist, the veins in his hand and arm could clearly be seen, black against pale skin.
"T-t-touch…that…a-and I'll…f-f-fucking kill…kill you…"
Zelit hadn't been expecting the sudden reaction. However, the warlock kept a calm take on things, despite the threat. His purplish red eye looked into the man's.
"Very well," the warlock's voice rasped, "Though I had no intention of removing it, since that is what appears to be keeping the corruption from fully taking control of your body. Jun, could you come here please."