"Tooooo heavy! Down you go buddy!" Maxxie shouted as cold sweat pour down her face. She flew across the frozen North, nothing but snow in sight and clouds above her, carrying a large beast that most likely weight several times her weight. Her ki energy was what allowed her and him to get a few miles away from the drama that the duo left, but now she was nearly drained. Relieving her back and her remaining power reserves, the warrior let go of Slayg's fur, but not before she flew downwards until the two of them were only a few meters above the snow. That way if the dragon-looking creature landed, he would not feel too much pain.
"Hey, did you go crazy back there? Why didn't you just leave when the guy gave you the chance to? Picking a fight with someone that you know nothing about isn't a good idea you know," Maxxie would descend to the floor a few feet in front of Slayg if he landed where she had intended him to. The woman looked agitated while folding her arms against her chest. Even though she shouldn't care about a person she just met, Maxxie was weak when it came to people that interested her. The young lady had never seen something like Slayg in her life, and was also intrigued by the ferocious power that he showed.
Slayg just hung there as he was flown away from the chaotic scene of what had been a snowy battleground... and was now a crowded, glassed few miles. He pondered his next move, trying to decide on how to best to move on. He had nowhere near the powers of that other man that had come in, and he was also outclassed against the boy. Only the overwhelming burn of his first burst of flame had saved him. That and the white-haired boy being unfamiliar with fighting against quadrupeds, while Slayg was more than familiar with the motions a humanoid figure could make. And how to use his size to his advantage.
Eventually, just a few scant miles away from where he'd been mistaken for a boulder... they touched down. First him, falling to the ground with a heavy *thud* that shook the ground. As the oddly-shaped dragon got his bearings, down came the young girl. Whose name Slayg had not yet gotten. His long and sinuous neck stretched, as did his wings, the fingers on said wings, and his tail. Following that, were all four of his stubby limbs... one of which soon scratched at the scar on his fat, peach-colored belly.
His eyes then focused on the girl as she landed in front of him... and began to lecture him. This irritated the dragon, and growled a bit as she went on, while letting out a small puff of flame. Only after a moment did he realize what her tone carried. That realization brought a wide grin to his fur-tufted face. The poor lady probably got a good eyeful of all of his sharp fangs when he did, along with his tongue when he parted those fangs to let out a chuckle or two.
"Heheheh... I had all of the information I needed, child. He was foolishly curious and easy to rile. While also haughty about his own position in the world. I have dealt with his kind before... and I could smell his power. I could feel it as well. I knew his strength well before I struck my first blow."
That was a little bit of a lie, of course. The boy, Collan, had been hiding his power at first. Slayg hadn't known his full power until after he'd challenged his foe to a fight. He'd still figured things out rather quickly. And it seemed that the girl hadn't been able to read anything at all. At least not from how she spoke.
"You needn't be concerned for the Might Slayg. I have defeated far greater foes than that brat of a "hero"."
Post by Maxxie Everstone on Mar 15, 2017 22:11:12 GMT
"Hmmm, you could feel his power you say? I have heard about people that could do such a thing. I haven't learned this ability myself, but maybe I should. It would prove useful I suppose, jumping into a battle as you have with that kind of information," Maxxie replied after listening to everything that the beast had to say, now trying to take back part of her previous comment. She forgot for a second that the world she lived in was filled with all types of things that a person could take great advantage of.
"However, you probably didn't take into account the fact that he had an ally that would back him up, did you? Not saying that there would ever be a way to know how many people an opponent has on their side, but the point I am trying to make here is that you shouldn't be jumping into actual battles unless you have to. If I didn't fly you out of there, I am thinking you would still be fighting both of them, and would probably end up getting injured beyond repair when you didn't even have to get involved in the bout in the first place," the woman concluded her explanation. She lived by those words, only fighting an opponent during a spar, or if there was no other way to get around certain situations.
"This leads to my question. Exactly why are you trying to burn down a village, as you said you were going to? I, Maxxie Everstone by the way, am not going to try and stop you, as I said before, but I still want to know your reasoning. Or do you have none, just like you had no reason to fight the man named Collan back there?" the human asked, finding a way to slip her name in as well since she forgot to introduce herself.
Slayg just grumbled... it was true, he hadn't taken into account the boy's allies. He'd thought that someone so foolish wouldn't think to bring back-up. Then again...
"From the way he was acting, he hadn't taken help arriving into consideration either." After saying this, the horse-sized beast took a good whiff of the air. He could still catch their scents and power on the wind. The pair were still too close to the action they'd fled, it seemed... They could take a moment to rest, but they would have to move again in a short while.
One of the dragon's ears remained fixed on Maxxie as she spoke, while the other swiveled this way and that. Trying to listen for any sounds of pursuit. The rest of his body might as well have been a statue as he listened. The only movement on the rest of his body was the gentle expansion and deflation caused by his breathing, and the blinking of his half-lidded eyes. Little wisps of smoke filtered up from his nostrils, rising to disappear in the wind.
When Maxxie asked her question, and revealed her name, he grinned. While filing away "Collan" for later... he hadn't caught the brash boy's name. So focused was he on punishing the lad...
"I had every reason to fight him, child. He showed disrespect... challenged me, Slayg, to combat!" He gave a harrumph that was accompanied by a spurt of flame. Along with a stomp of one of his stubby legs on the ground... it was delivered with enough power to leave a dent in the dirt and melting snow. Along with shaking the ground. "Not to mention, he tried to block me from doing as instinct and nature command me! Instinct and nature called me to burn that village, child. To raze it to the ground and plunder its treasure! Allow the survivors to flee and spread the name SLAYG in hushed whispers or tearful shouts!" He unfurled his wings as he said this, a wide grin split his muzzle. A wide grin that showed off his many fangs that crammed their way into his mouth. His tone had grown more and more eager as he went on... though he soon calmed down.
He folded his wings back up, his sinuous neck folded back down so he was once more staring at her. The grin faded somewhat as he continued, in a more calm and reasonable tone... "You see, it is my nature to do so. To burn and pillage, and spread my name to the world." He shrugged as he leaned to the left and stretched out a wing. Offering her his back to sit on again.
"It is the cycle of things. I take to the skies, humans and zoans see me and hear my name... Then they either bow or burn. I take what I wish from the ashes, then I sleep to feed on their nightmares and stories. After a few years, I return, and add more fuel to their fear. And so on and so on, for centuries at a time."
He said this so casually... With no hint at remorse for what he had done over generations and centuries of time.
Post by Maxxie Everstone on Mar 20, 2017 20:31:45 GMT
"I suppose you are right. His help did beat him to the ground as well, after all," Maxxie replied, now deciding to sit on the ground with her legs folded and her hands on her knees, as she didn't feel like standing any longer, even though she shouldn't have been tired from standing for only about a minute.
The woman listened to Slayg as he explained that the enemy showed him disrespect, challenging him to combat, which the beast seemingly just had to accept. He also went on about being blocked from acting on instinct, burning down villages and pillaging them for items. Slayg would even allow some of the villagers to run away and spread his name throughout the world. This was apparently the cycle that the dragon-horse lived by, but now Maxxie was curious. She stood up quickly only to fly up to Slayg's back and sit on it in the same position she was just in, as he offered her an invitation onto his comfortable fur. She obviously had to accept. The martial artist stared at his long neck while collecting the words that she wanted to say.
"Your nature to do so? Interesting. Tell me this Slayg. Is this cycle really natural for someone of your species? Or did you simply choose that this is how you would live your life, going from town to town, destroying them, taking their treasures, then rinse and repeat? Sounds like a boring life to me. You don't have any other goals to live by? Something to strive for? Maybe an enemy to defeat, a specific title, recognition from a certain person, anything?" Maxxie asked, raising her right eyebrow.
Slayg began to walk through the snow after Maxxie got onto his back. The area of soft fur was much smaller than when he'd been in his larger form... but it was still nice and soft. And quite warm. Though if she wasn't careful, she might find her legs hitting the far hotter, rock-like scales of his hide. The ride was probably something like a ride on a boat, as his stubby legs and large belly caused him to waddle over the ground...
He listened to the girl's questioning... and idly chuckled as he did. It was all so comical to him. Her confusion... her lack of fear. Then again, she had no reference for his might. No knowledge of what he'd done so long ago. His chuckles faded, and his grin turned to a scowl as he realized how far he had fallen. No knowledge of his name, not even in the minds of scholars. His power had been drastically reduced... And he had no idea what this world was even like any more. Just that it was filled to the brim with warriors that would have made him balk even at his full power.
"Feh, I have no species, child. There is only one Slayg, and that is me. I was born from the magic of nightmares and stories... Given life by fear and a name. Of course, my cycle did have more than one motive... You see, child, for your kind, names have power. Not the given ones, the true titles. If one gifted in the mystical arts learns your true name, you are beholden to him. It is the key to your very soul's identity... but also your chain. Now, for me, my true name and given name are the same. And my true name cannot be used against me, only for me. The more that know my name, the more power I can from their stories and dreams as I slumber."
His swaying body came to a stop for a moment. And his sinuous neck turned and twisted so he could look at Maxxie's eyes with his own. Their slited pupils stared at her as he added... "THAT is part of why I would wake up every few years, to spread my name again. And then gain more power as I slept in my den. Of course, I had nothing else to strive for back then. No "hero" could stand up to my might. Even the very god and guardian of this world cowered in fear from his palace in the sky." He turned back around... once more walking (and swaying) as he let out a deep, long fit of laughter. Laughter that echoed up from his belly like rolling boulders. "All feared and trembled at the mere mention of my name. There was no need for me to want for anything, for I already possessed the world. Every treasure on this world belonged to ME! Kings bowed before me alongside their peasants. Feasts were held by starving masses to give to me when I arrived. The skies were mine, for nobody could reach the heights I could soar. Not even the clouds or the Kami."
As he blathered on, his reminiscing took him to a particularly unpleasant memory. He growled as he remembered it, losing his smile again. "At least until he trapped me..."
Post by Maxxie Everstone on Mar 22, 2017 19:27:23 GMT
Maxxie was surprised. She never heard of a living being that was born from tales that were read by adults and read to children alike. The human partially doubted this, but nevertheless she kept listening. The beast went on about gaining power every time a person heard his name, which then clicked in Maxxie's mind, before Slayg went on to explain it. The dragon twisted his neck to face the girl, allowing her to stare into his eyes that she could tell were filled with terror, something that would frighten many others, but not her. She simply kept a smile on her face and dared not to glance away. After Slayg's explanation and history lesson, he gave a short comment about being trapped by someone. From his change of expression, the female could tell that it was not a pleasant memory.
"Ok then, fair enough. You need to spread your name across the world to obtain power, and the way you choose to go about that is by causing enough destruction to warrant a spread. You do this probably because you like the recognition you get when you are one of the strongest in the world." Maxxie replied, attempting to understand her temporary companion. "However, it seems that one person stopped you and halted your progress. He must be the person you were referring to back where I met you when you said your treasures had been stolen. By him I am assuming? Well, where is he? If he was good enough to best you, then maybe he is well known by now. If you best him back, then I am sure that would return a great bit of fame," the woman added as the two traveled in the seemingly endless amount of snow.
Slayg just grumbled and grunted as he listened to Maxxie attempt to understand his reasoning. She was close... very, very close. But not quite all the way there. At least not from the dragon's perspective and inflated ego. His eyes and ears scanned around in all directions with constant, furtive glances. He felt quite ashamed of having to do so, like a frightened deer. But he didn't want to be caught off guard by any of the immense powers present all over the globe...
"That's impossible, I'm afraid... the man has been dead for millenia. While I was trapped, he lived his life... gained prestige and stories... and was forgotten over centuries. Feh..." He gave a most annoyed huff, which was accompanied by a spurt of noxious smoke from his mouth. After a quick taste of the air with his tongue... he closed his maw again... swaying and marching on in silence. So much snow on the ground. Then again, it had been one of the reasons he'd made a den in the North. Normal humans rarely ever came to such forbidding places.
"But I know who I shall exact vengeance from. The latest Guardian of the world, and said Guardian's disciples. That is my goal. Their floating palace shall be made to fall from the sky, their students roasted and devoured! And with them gone, I shall be powerful enough to once more spread my name, uncontested... untouchable!"
He gave another low and rumbling laugh at that thought. Such beautiful carnage and destruction would be spread... And the new trinkets and treasures of the world would be his to claim...
Post by Maxxie Everstone on Apr 24, 2017 19:21:34 GMT
"You have been trapped for a thousand years? Hmmm, how was it? Were you conscious for that entire time? Was it a sizable area you could walk around, and sleep in? If I was stuck somewhere for so long I would be pretty pissed as well to be honest," Maxxie replied in shock at Slayg's response.
"And the latest Guardian? I have been many places on Earth, but no floating palace, so I guess I haven't heard much of this Guardian. Though a name has been dropped from some people regarding a leader of this planet that isn't Vipoi the president. A god I have heard, a Kami who is probably the same person you speak of. Don't know much about them though. But they are probably powerful, so you need to advance slowly, as I am sure you are aware of," she added, staying in the same sitting position she has been, looking into the distance.
"I guess that is why you are targeting villages first? Well, count me in. I would love to help, as long as you help me out as well in the future," the female further commented.
Sorry for having you wait such a long time. I took a break from posting, but now I am back and will be posting regularly like before the break.
Slayg gave a small harrumph and growl in reply. Sending out a puff of smoke through his nostrils. "One thousand? Feh... closer to TEN THOUSAND... Stuck and cramped in a tiny, stone urn... I was awake for every moment. And spent every second I was stuck trying to escape. Perhaps I was foolish to do so, as I did little more than waste my power... Though I did escape eventually."
The horse-sized monster then turned his sinuous neck about, glancing off into the distance. His whiskers twitched, and his nose sniffed the air. He could smell more men. And the odors that their strange, horseless chariots made when they ran over the ground. There was that nearby village he'd been planning on attacking. He harrumphed and continued on his way. He was too close to those strong "heroes" that had opposed him. If he burned this village down, they would find him before he could escape.
Especially that fast one with the tail. He had moved so quickly that Slayg's eyes couldn't track him. And the blow he'd delivered had almost broken through the dragon's armored scales. He would have to keep eyes out for other such powers. Stay below their notice.
As he heard the female human's offer, he chuckled. That low, rumbling laugh of his. Like an old man was gargling boulders. "Heheheh... Suppose I accept your aid, child... Suppose you help me gain the power I need, and destroy the Kami of this world. What do you want in return? Power at my side? Men? Women? Food? Gold?"
Post by Maxxie Everstone on May 9, 2017 21:14:40 GMT
"No, not foolish. You wouldn't be here if you didn't exert power. Of course you may be a bit weak now, but I can always help you train," Maxxie offered, pushing herself up with her arms and legs and ascending into the air, now floating on the side of Slayg with her arms to her sides. "My legs were getting sleepy, so I'd rather have them active for now, heh," she explained before letting him continue.
Maxxie thought of Slayg's question for a bit before answering. She already knew what she wanted, but wondered if it was wise to tell him exactly what. This beast wasn't exactly someone she could trust at the moment, as he only seemed to care about himself and his name, so for all she knew the dragon would pursuit it alone just to spite her.
"I just want you to help me track down something that was stolen from me. Neither of us are strong enough now, but I just want you to promise that when enough people know your name, you will be on my side," the female told him, looking him in the eyes with a blank expression. "And uh, when do you want to do the village thing? You needed to rest or something like that, right?" she added a question.
Slayg gave a small snort of smoke from one nostril as he sneered. "Training?! I am a dragon, not a warrior. I do not train, I feed from dreams..." After the girl got off his back, the rusty old beast then moved to stretch a few of his limbs. Along with his neck and tail. As he did that, he felt a sharp spike of pain near the base of his wings, where he'd taken that blow from the rather strong friend of the foolish warrior.
He tried to cover up the wince he made with a growl. The ancient monster didn't want some young girl losing her fear of him because he'd taken a bad blow, or shown weakness. He wanted her to fear him... Or, at the very least, respect his power. "Though I suppose I must learn how to combat these flying warriors that use the energy of their spirit with skill that outstrips even the greatest masters of my youth."
The dragon listened as the woman laid out her proposition. His lips curled up into a dangerous grin, one which showed all of his sharp teeth. That forked tongue of his lapped out to taste the air. The village he'd been intending to burn was still too close... but there was the scent of another on the air. It was quite some miles away, but still, surprisingly close for this cold and desolate corner of the world. One of his cat-like eyes met hers, noting the blank look in her face. It was a rather good gambler's visage. The face of someone that didn't want to betray any of their inner thoughts.
After that, he looked ahead... his lips closed. And he made a big show of mulling over her proposal. The beast even stopped moving so he could use the hand on his right wing to scratch under his chin.
"Hrrrrmmmm... You will help me to regain power... and all I must do is help you obtain a single object..." He let out a small growl, the thought of letting anyone have even one thing that he might desire was against his very nature. But he was weak, and he needed aid for the short term. Besides, what was one trinket or artifact compared to the thousands he would have soon? And there was no reason he couldn't simply change his mind later and take the object when it came up.
"Fine then, girl. We have a deal. You become my servant, and I shall help you regain your lost possession. Now, as for the village..."
He began to walk again, waddling his fat belly in a new direction. Towards the other village he'd sniffed out. "There are others nearby to burn and plunder. Far enough away from those other warriors that I shouldn't need to rest. Come along, young... Maxxie, was it? The fear won't spread itself! ...At least not until we plant the seed."
Post by Maxxie Everstone on May 16, 2017 16:28:48 GMT
Maxxie listened to Slayg's reply regarding her comment about training, and didn't like his answer. While it appeared to be true that this beast gained power differently from everyone else, physical training would still be beneficial to him, as he would be doubling his power gains, the female thought.
"Yes, of course you have to, and you must learn to fly at that. If those wings aren't doing you any more good, then you must learn to channel your ki which probably won't just come to you through dreams," the warrior commented while continuing to float next to the large beast.
Slayg agreed to help out Maxxie in helping her find her family treasure, though it seemed like he wanted the human to become his servant, not just his ally. She decided not to talk for a bit, hearing the beast talk of a town nearby enough to where he didn't need to rest for. She was ready, but needed to clear some things up first.
"Servant? I don't like the sound of that. I am a busy girl who travels across the planet to meet with others. I can be of great assistance with you, and 'serve' you in the time that I am free, but I will not ONLY be just your servant that only does what you say. I just want to be clear about that," Maxxie stated, looking straight ahead rather than looking into the eyes of the dragon. She has a small smile on her face, one that formed from excitement stemming from talking back to such a figure that was supposed to be menacing to her. "Now, if THAT is fine with you, let's go burn a village," she said, still looking forward.
Exiting the thread. Maxxie will be with you when you burn the village. I don't want any gains.