09-09-2015, 12:35 AM
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
The words leave his mouth unbidden as the ground beneath him begins to glow and shake. Of all the fucking creatures he has to run into in the afterlife, apparently he just has to run into another goddamn dragon. And judging by the words dripping out of its mouth, it knows the same ‘dragon’ that had sent him here. This must be the creature that the vile bitch had warned him about.
Just his luck.
The beast opens its mouth, throwing fire and burning him to bits. In the afterlife it doesn’t truly hurt, not in the way it would have if he was alive (his body is still stuck in Silver Cove after all) but an uncomfortable tingling and burning fills him as his soul-body reassembles.
Then without warning, the beast chucks him off its back, sending him flying through the air and falling down, down into the abyss. He’s almost pleased for a moment - he thinks he’s escaped - but then the beast is after him, fearsome talons grasping at his incorporeal body.
If he’d been alive, he would have stood a chance. If he’d been alive, he would’ve been able to grab hold of the iron in its blood and twist it to his will. He would have ripped the beast apart from the inside out, proving his power both to his enemies and to his children. No one would have ever dared mess with him again.
But he’s not alive. Not even dead either - he’s in some beastly place in between. And his body, with its powerful blood and its connection to the iron in all things, is still stuck back in Silver Cove. The first dragon had made sure of that.
So all he can do is flail ineffectually at the beast, trying to hit the ghost-dragon body with his ghost iron legs. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” But he knows that it won’t.
The words leave his mouth unbidden as the ground beneath him begins to glow and shake. Of all the fucking creatures he has to run into in the afterlife, apparently he just has to run into another goddamn dragon. And judging by the words dripping out of its mouth, it knows the same ‘dragon’ that had sent him here. This must be the creature that the vile bitch had warned him about.
Just his luck.
The beast opens its mouth, throwing fire and burning him to bits. In the afterlife it doesn’t truly hurt, not in the way it would have if he was alive (his body is still stuck in Silver Cove after all) but an uncomfortable tingling and burning fills him as his soul-body reassembles.
Then without warning, the beast chucks him off its back, sending him flying through the air and falling down, down into the abyss. He’s almost pleased for a moment - he thinks he’s escaped - but then the beast is after him, fearsome talons grasping at his incorporeal body.
If he’d been alive, he would have stood a chance. If he’d been alive, he would’ve been able to grab hold of the iron in its blood and twist it to his will. He would have ripped the beast apart from the inside out, proving his power both to his enemies and to his children. No one would have ever dared mess with him again.
But he’s not alive. Not even dead either - he’s in some beastly place in between. And his body, with its powerful blood and its connection to the iron in all things, is still stuck back in Silver Cove. The first dragon had made sure of that.
So all he can do is flail ineffectually at the beast, trying to hit the ghost-dragon body with his ghost iron legs. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” But he knows that it won’t.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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