Under My Skin

[Patrick]

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Cool moist grass. Silence. Heart racing anticipation lingered deep within as Patrick stirred and jolted awake, lost within the dark confines of the open wilderness as he looked around. His hair stood on end as the air itself felt ominously eerie around him, he'd woken next to a sanguine lagoon where a waterfall seemed to gush into it with a furious rage. But... there was no sound as the falls clashed into the surface of the water.

Was it water? It certainly didn't smell like it, the stench of blood and decay loomed overhead. Beyond the waterfall resonated a deep and powerful sound, a drum that very much resembled the beat of a heart within... everything! Silvery cat eyes opened beyond the waterfall as the sound of a large predator echoed from within, the menacing purrs which curled petrified Patrick in place. He was dressed in only a pair of pants for some reason, which left his upper body bare to reveal the scars he had.

Mainly the silvery bite mark he had from Syroa, which seemed to glisten brightly in this forboding location. "Patrick!" Ri'ku called out as she flew in from out of no where, the fairy had firstly been concerned with locating him apparently.

"Hmm." A deep and low voice gruffly hummed behind the waterfall, the eyes never moved off Patrick even once when she entered. "Patrick. Time for me to play soon." The menacing creature foreshadowed as the eyes narrowed and even blinked.

"Ri..." Patrick murmured as the fairy seemed to pivot around and hide behind him, already the man felt his entire skin crawl as the beats quickened. His entire body felt like it grew hotter by the trill and he had the sweat to prove it too, as the remained frozen in place at the spot he awoke from the insurmountable fear he felt from the beast within.

[Varthakh]

The beast roared at him, lowering its enormous head to allow it's golden scales to glisten in the red rising sun. Fridgar roared back, sending the creature reeling with fear. Before him stood a dragon, thirty feet tall, seventy feet long with a one-hundred-and-twenty-foot wingspan. it stood on four legs and was adorned with golden scales on the outer of its body, while it's underbelly, massive plates of what appeared to be bone, scaled down from its chin, down its neck, under its belly and along its tail before ending in a massive rack of spikes. Its head was adorned with several horns, curling around from its scalp and dotting the way along the back of its cheek.

In its maw were teeth bigger than bastard swords and a forked tongue longer than most men were tall. It's insides appeared to be aqua coloured as opposed to pink, as humans and the like all seemed to share. Its eyes were of a similar shade, radiating fiercely with blue flames. "Tharos!" Fridgar called out to the freighted dragon, looking it dead in the eyes with his arms spread apart. "Don't tell me you forgot?" He spoke, unhindered. The beast looked confused, looking left and right before pointing one of its ebony claws back at itself, mouthing the word 'me?'. Fridgar frowned. "You can't be serious, you forgot about Eric?" he asked, fury growing in his tone. The dragon looked up in thought, contemplating an Eric that it may or may not know.

Fridgar's paws clenched, lowering to his side. "ERIC! MY TEACHER!? YOU ATE HIM YOU GREEDY GUTS!!" Fridgar roared, lightning crackling through his form in massive sheets of power as his eyes turned to a glowing yellow. The oversized Lizard pondered briefly before nodding, recognising its fault. It hissed wildly, rolling back on to all fours and blasting an earth-shattering roar in his direction. "You'll pay for him, Tharos! You'll pay in blood!" Fridgar snarled, glowing with a radiating aura of yellow lightning as the beast charged it's legendary blue fire breath. "No, Mortal." A voice echoed from the dragon's form, "You will be joining your teacher very soon, in my gut! Hahahahaha-!" The dragon troll released its fire breath in a massive continuous torrent, headed for Fridgar. Fridgar roared in return, throwing all the lightning he'd saved for this trial in the direction of the golden dragon.

Blue fire would meet yellow lightning between them both, sparking a white energy, denser than both of their combined. Fridgar's legs shook with the force at which he held off the dragon's blast, his one regret was skipping leg trial last week. He grunted as the fire began to overwhelm him, pushing back the lightning he commanded. As the fire drew closer, he could feel its heat on his skin, draining his energy. he fell to one knee, holding up his paws in a futile attempt to keep his lightning alive. Sensing a disturbance, a tiny Alistair crawled up from his shirt pocket and looked to Fridgar, his eyes full of hope. Fridgar looked back, his heart melting.

Even if he couldn't remember why Alistair had become small, he couldn't give up. He needed to win, for Alistair, for Eric for Beargar! Fridgar smiled, looking away from his pocket lover before growling with more intensity as the flame neared mere inches from his skin. "Hawhawhaw! Prepare to meet your doo-! Huh!?" The dragon mocked before Fridgar stood, still shaking. "Just give up! You're going to die anyway, just like Eric!" The dragon protested frantically, only to meet the fierce scowl of the pissed Lothar below. One hand held of the fire bolt with lightning while the other reached up and contacted the white super dense energy that had formed between the power of their strikes.

It all sank into Fridgar's skin, filling his body with its divine energy. When the last of it entered his skin, Fridgar would glow a brilliant blinding white. He dropped his lightning bolt and let the blue flames claim him. "Yes! Burn burn burn!!" The dragon shrieked, pleased with the defeat of Fridgar. Only, he'd not been defeated. A white bubble of unbreakable strength had surrounded him, redirecting the blue flames to either side of his impregnable defence. Alistair climbed from his pocket once more "You did it, Fridgar!" his adorable tiny voice explained, "You have become the god... of punching!"

And in that instant, Fridgar punched the bubble. it would shatter in a blaze of glory, extinguish all the flames and rupture a sonic boom so powerful that nearby trees and boulders were ripped from the ground and blasted away. The dragon too, was knocked from its feet, tumbling through the earth. As it gathered itself, it slowly opened its eyes, peering at the destroyed landscape before it to reveal a Fridgar, angrier than words could explain, rushing toward it at incredible speeds. The Dragon would yelp and scramble to its feet, flap its wings and try to take off. It was successful, lifting a few dozen feet from the floor. Fridgar wasn't about to let him get away, oh no. He leaped, jumping sixty feet in the air before slamming his fist into the chest of the great dragon.

The beast roared in a chorus of voices as cracks of white energy grew all over its form, beginning at its chest. Soon after, a popping noise silenced the beast, banishing it from existence and letting Fridgar fall. He landed nimbly on his feet, as light as a feather. Tiny Alistair climbed from his pocket once more and planted a kiss on his cheek, congratulating him for his victory. Fridgar blushed and held out his hand to catch something unknown to the tiny human. When he looked to his hand, he found a dragon figurine in his palm, a totem? Fuck yes.

Channelling his new god powers, he used becoming and transformed into the dragon, though it didn't really feel like becoming. Instead of the gruelling agony of transformation, he simply popped into the form. Tiny Alistair sat on his scalp, cheering for team Vindikar, their Jeger pack or pack to be. Austin and Gwen, the two Aukari children from Andaris emerged from the destroyed trees, throwing flowers behind them as they walked toward Fridragon, cheering his praise. Fridragon held his head high, proud of himself. "What do we do now, my lord?" Tiny Alistair asked from atop his head. Fridgar's stomach growled, taking the words right out of his mouth.

being the god of punching and the great Dragon Tharos at the same time was hungry work, he needed food. Fridgar took flight, flying past the ruined city of Andaris as he searched for food.
He landed at a nearby waterfall, saw some guy staring at the red waterfall with his fairy fluttering about him. Fridgar looked to the waterfall, confused. There he saw it, a great big snack! Immediately, he threw his maw into the water and dragged out the beast. He would toss it into the air and let it land in his gullet before swallowing hard and sending it to its vicious demise of melting alive. Fridgar sat, looking at the man with his giant blue fiery eyes. "Wha's up?" he asked casually before curling up on the floor, resting into his colossal form.

[Patrick]

Just as Patrick had found himself completely locked in a fixed stare down with the beast, another abnormal creature the size of houses swooped in with powerful wings. It. Was a dragon. The stuff of legends which always demolished lands, dropped nations to its knees with their furious temperament. To see one so... alive and up close was both awe and fear inspiring to behold. Even the Sessfiend within Patrick seemed surprised to encounter a creature of supremacy, but not until it had become the next meal of this mythical giant.

With little effort the the dragon's maw swooped past the waterfall within, and ensnared the monster that resided within Patrick like nothing more than a mere snack to crunch on. Before the sickening crunch of the fiend had been captured though, the entirety of the area pounded yet again like another heartbeat, and the fiend's eyes deeply narrowed with great aggravation. Now with its corpse slowly entering the throat of the dragon, Patrick unknowingly stepped back into the lagoon some in total shock. A fucking dragon! Of all the damn things that had to come in, that's the thing that Patrick had to see right now?!

Hahahahahaaaaa. A dark and menacing voice cackled all around when the beast lowered its head to stare down, the reflection of the human clear as day in Frid's eyes. "Holy sh-" Suddenly Patrick sunk within the sanguine surface as if the ground itself gave way, and with little time to process anything he found himself deeper and deeper within a sea of red.

"Patrick!" Ri'ku cried out as she darted across its surface frantically, and sure enough the rich vibrant red became a sickly black from the middle towards the sure.

A challenger approaches. The same dark voice echoed while silvery eyes once more opened, this time on the surface of the lagoon, with a furious gaze into the form that Fridgar held. You only wish you had such power. Yet you fail to understand, what true power really is. The beast within taunted as the eyes then seemed to fade within, the surface of the lagoon bubbled as the waterfall ceased to flow into it.

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You're weak. The fiend tormented him as he kicked hard for the surface, the need for air dominated his mind while he struggled against the tide. Patrick only sunk deeper and deeper into the clutches of the monster, the light of the surface finally distanced enough, so that only darkness seemed to linger within every direction of his being. So weak. You wouldn't know what real power, real ambition, is like until you've had a taste. Patrick closed his eyes and lost himself to the bubbling heat all around him, his will to fight back now completely diminished, as the fiend's own being started to fill his lungs and throat.

Allow me to demonstrate Patrick, what real possibility can create when given the chance. The voice boomed within his ears as he felt his entire being pulsate all over. Briefly he felt all of his body do as it once did before, twist and contort within the water as muffled crunches and cracks took place. There was no resisting it like he did the first time however, so when he felt his entire body structure break apart and grow, the pain of his transformation seemed less apparent than in the real world.

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The lagoon pulsated and Ri who did nothing but panic flew within the cavern beyond, as its surface slowly started to rise before the dragon which crossed the fiend. Witness now the harnessed power of chaos! A large portion of the lagoon floated up and divided from the main body, as a giant black sphere of smokey black water swirled chaotically for a few bits. Above the dark clouds began to part with their vibrant hues changing, as the light of a full blood red moon beckoned down on the place they resided at. Finally with the transition complete the sphere became more fluid and took another form, animistic arms and legs stretched out and further materialized in their place.

Before the dragon appeared the Manticore in its most primal of forms, its silvery eyes brightly ablaze as the creature's breath heavily released heated fumes of toxicity. Horns had developed upon the crown of the menacing creature, and upon its back resided bat light wings deep as onyx. Its tail had split into four separate entities compared to the original, however two of the four tails still resembled that of a scorpion's as originally created. The outer two tails however? They were literally jaded snakes with thickly armored scales, their eyes also a deeply rich silver as they burned towards the dragon.

Now you will know true pain! The Manticore promised as black flames spouted from its mouth, its furious gaze remained on Fridgar as the Sessfiend took a hunting stance.

[Varthakh]

As he landed, however, the man below appeared afraid. It didn't occur to him that the man might not have seen a Great-Dragon-Punching-God before, perhaps he should have introduced himself sooner? Or said something like 'Don't worry' or, 'I don't eat people' or, 'run away before I decide to start'. So many options Fridgar had decided to skip over. As the land pulsed, Fridgar found that the human was so scared, in fact, that he decided that he'd rather drown in the red lagoon that stay in his company for even a trill longer.

Fridgar sighed.

Curious, he watched as the fairy cried out in horror for her fallen master. He quickly grew bored. "Hey, Alistair?" Fridgar called to the tunawa-sized man atop his head. "Yeah?" he asked, snapping from a daydream. "What do fairies taste like?" he would ask with a mischievous grin, triggering tiny Alistair. The tiny one would scoff "Ugh! Fridgar! What have I told you about putting things-that-you-don’t-know-what-they-are in your mouth...?!" The tiny voice ranted on, stomping furiously in a spiralling temper.

Time accelerated suddenly, the trial slipping away into the final beams of light that passed over the hills before the stars revealed themselves against the black canvas, some closer than others. As he came to, Alistair was still ranting... "-doesn't excuse the fact that You don't cuddle me enough!!!" He finished with a mighty tiny roar before pouting and crossing his arms, turning to face Fridgar’s tail. "Alistair.. don't be like that baby, I'm sorry. I'll give you more cuddles, I swear," Fridgar promised, nearly pleading for the forgiveness of his Kindal. Alistair scoffed once more, turning up his nose "Were you even listening to me?" the nagging voice atop his head asked, to which Fridgar waved his paw. "Pfft. Of course I was! Don't be silly. Hey Alistair, why are we still here? I've been hungry for breaks!" Fridgar changed the subject, hoping that his beloved wouldn't notice.

"Umm, I don't know. You're the one carrying me, remember?" He spoke with sass. Fridgar stopped, pondering their next move. "Well, maybe some massive beast from the Gauthrel Savannah will fall into my lap and challenge me or something..." Fridgar pondered out loud with hope. Just as Alistair was about to engage on another rant about how something so ridiculous would never happen, it happened.

Behold, his next meal made its presence known, some sort of... Lion-bat-scorpion thing emerged from the red water. Fridgar's blue flaming eyes widened, barely able to believe it. Alistair would turn his head, turning up his nose once more with a solid 'hmph' "Well, it didn't land in your lap..." He remained correct. "True, but now it's going in my gut," Fridgar spoke, drooling. Three different types of meat on one creature? He could hardly wait.

However, as he was discussing the details of the feast with his beloved, a rush of black flames collided with his form. In the waking world, Fridgar's body would jolt. In the dream world, he was blasted back as bone plates melted from his underbelly, exposing his silver skeleton. He was thrown back a few dozen feet, clutching his chest, where the black flames had injured him. Through pained eyes, he would look to the Manticore before speaking a single word "Prick." it said enough, Fridgar was pissed. As he tried to cast Chrysalis, however, he found that the skin was already healing over and that the bone plates were reforming before his very eyes.

Fuck yes. Fridgar had always wanted to be able to regenerate like this. Dragons apparently had healing factors, who knew? "Show that nonce how we do it, Fridbear!" Alistair roared with fierce adorableness from atop his head. Fridgar nodded, musing a rather interesting idea. "Are you ready, mutton chop? Well, too bad if you're not!" Fridgar roared, spewing forth jets of blue flame and incredible speeds for the Manticore. While breathing fire however, he used his Palenon abilities in tandem. Beams of white lightning would burst in a star formation around the jets of fire. His eyes would begin to glow white with brilliant energy. The bolts began cutting through the land, leaving blue fires win their wake as they spun, continuously closing in on the blue flames that he spewed.

As they got closer and closer, they began to amalgamate with one another before forming a dense ray of pure energy. if the manticore knew anything about stars, the ray would remind him something of the unstoppable blast of a supernova. So hot that all foliage in the immediate area burst into blue flames, all shrieking as the life was drained from them in a glorious explosion of majestic lights. Fridgar's roar shifted to manic laughter as he sought to seer the skin straight from the creature's bones. the ground would shake and the temperature of the atmosphere rose as the beam just got stronger and stronger, soon the land would start cracking and breaking apart unless the manticore sought to stop him.

[Patrick]

At his success the Manticore merely stood there to watch the damage done, a sole word was all it took to arouse the dragon apparently. Some tiny pipsqueak on top of his head seemed to chip in as well, determined that this creature 'show this nonce how it was done' or so he raved apparently. The Manticore sniffed a scoff through his nose as his fangs oozed with sickening black, the deep inhale made as the dragon took its turn to make the next move.

Just like that an overwhelming surge of blue flame gushed from its maw, and in that instance the Manticore pressed all of is resources to match the power. Flames both blue and black gushed against one another in a powerful collision, the force of each creature strongly created a recoil effect that brought fire to the woods around. Silvery eyes narrowed as the Manticore's fiery roar continued, while the appearance of white lightning jetted into the flames to now overpower the Manticore's own breath.

Hmph! So we're to play it like that then. The Manticore scoffed as the two snake tails coiled around beside its head, they too opened their mouths and before their heads appeared two powerful tears into the air. Rupturing. But in this case an adverse effect as the portals were opened... from the Emea. Powerful beams of chaos lunged forth from the holes, combining with the black flame of the Manticore to once again even his ground.

The very ground and sky started to cackle and lash with astounding energy, the pressure in the air rocketed high as the point of collision between their attacks became a chaotic bomb ready to self destruct. Quick to react while he still had time, the Manticore raised its wings and jumped backwards to gain momentum for lift off. With powerful beats the creature rose high to evade the pending destruction that awaited the area, determined to see the end result as well as his fellow competitor fall victim to demise.

Not that he would because.. you know. Dragons fly too. But even then the end result of the chaos would empower the beast, drive it to a state of bewildered madness as it roared aloud beneath the blood moon.

[Varthakh]

Just as he thought he'd fried up a tasty feline snack, he was proven to be so very wrong. Just like he commanded the raw power of lightning, the manticore commanded the domain of chaos. Of course! Why didn't he realise sooner? Fridgar pushed at full throttle into the purple flames with his beams of raw energy, a white amalgamate of lightning and fire combined. Though he struggled for his footing, he knew he would prevail if he just believed! Not for a trill did he let up and it seemed to pay off as the manticore struggled about as much as he did.

The land broke apart, splitting into massive cracks that glowed with... green... fire... No, god no. Not now, he had to defeat the manticore! The dragon suddenly seemed on edge as temperatures grew all around them, bursting all the molten-cracked landscapes into a vicious powerful green. A deafening roar shook the world around the pair, causing the dragon to whimper. Just as he was ready to book it and let the manticore win the fight, he stopped and left some sort of bomb between the two. Fridgar took wing and tried to flee, only for a lash of pitch black to grip him and prevent his escape.

The tendril stretched from his leg into the crevices that spread through the land. The deafening roar came again and the tendril burst into green flames before enveloping him in an inferno of emerald hue. The dragon screeched as the pain of a thousand brutalised foes filled his form, though no damage was done to him. Tiny Alistair was gone, world around the both of them too disappeared, leaving only a black void filled with green cracks as a colossal formation pushed its way through, dwarfing the massive dragon.

"Galda... Songut ford, Aedan... Yoldor"

A familiar voice spoke in Haltunga, saddened? No, devastated. He could feel the loss in its words, echoing across a lifetime. Somehow, he knew exactly what he'd said, but it made no sense. "No! I'm not Aedan! I'm Fridgar! Let me go!" he protested, thrashing wildly against the tendril as it pulled him nearer. Before him laid the giant red sun, on the verge of bursting. The dragon was trapped. On one end was the problem he'd failed to solve and on the other was the basalt titan, bathed in green flame.

As the green fire extinguished his dragon form disappeared in a poof of white dust, flying toward the sun to spin around it, forming a ring of white. His eyes fell upon the manticore as tears streamed down his cheeks, he was as he was without mutations. 6'8" tall, well built with a full mane of brown hair and a thick brown beard. His two brown eyes pleaded the beast of darkness as tears streamed down his cheeks, for death or escape, it didn't matter. Just as long as he wasn't here anymore.

[Patrick]

As the beat of his wings elevated him higher the Manticore watched with wicked eyes, a snarl curled from the depths of his throat towards what transpired next. The dragon had the same idea in regards to avoiding the pending destruction, the surging pulses of the incoming blast nearly powerful enough to both pull and push them away. With this pressured draft in the vicinity making it difficult to escape, the beast knew he only had trills to make the effort really count next. Even so his escape proved impossible as tendrils embroiled with richly emerald flames latched onto the dragon.

What?! It bellowed as some unknown entity seemed to surge from beyond the great cataclysm taking place, as the ground cracked and tore apart from the surge of chaotic energy, a massive well turned the gravity surrounding it into a massive hole for them to be devoured. NO! NO! The Manticore snarled and beat its wings ferociously but even so, the attempt at escape remained futile as the pull of the well overwhelmed both him and the dragon somehow. They were lost within the blast of energy that consumed the area while the land itself tore apart, the final result a tenaciously powerful surge that dissipated the very fabric of reality.

The surrounding area of the blast became a zone of chaos and destruction, with both dragon and manticore inside to both witness the devastation. An obscure but massive titan seemed to tower and strip away the form the dragon held, revealing the sole form the being once held in his next to humanly figures. Silvery eyes fell heavy on the the figure of the man before the Manticore, both sinister and hungry as it'd prepared to lunge in for the final kill. Within the massive space they found themselves within, the grayed mutant lion hurled its wings to flung itself forward in one powerful strike. The predator was going to finish this while his prey was conflicted, unable to stand up and protect itself from the danger.

Yet within the eyes of the prey, sorrow and sadness hung heavy; and in that moment the Manticore closed in... it stopped. It's mouth left agape with the still heated fiery breath, the beast remained frozen before Fridgar as though something kept it at bay. W-what? Not possible!

"No..." Patrick's voice faintly echoed as the outline of his form appeared below the beast, his back against the creature as he clutched at his chest tightly. "You're not usin' me fer this!" His voice echoed clearly within the range of the abyss they'd sunken within, as his entire body seemed like an apparition of warm light before Fridgar. He held back the Manticore with all his might, hopeful that his newfound strength would be enough to save this poor soul before him.

The Manticore pushed back desperately with vicious snarls, even so his body seemed incapable of moving with Patrick there. The four tails twitched and cringed as the beast tried to strike with one, its range just a few feet too short to reach the broken man before them. Y- you fool! Let- me-

"Forget it!" Patrick grunted as he went from looking beyond his shoulder to the tearful man. "Y' gotta run! The Sessfiend is comin'!" He warned to the man as he hoped to provide the stranger enough time to leave, wherever he decided to head off to had to be better than here... in this forsaken abyss that they'd unintentionally created.

[Varthakh]

All hope was lost, he was bound and being dragged into the emerald flames. That was the end for him, he'd sooner die than visit the realm of the titan. The beast manticore seemed about ready to approve his request, charging and running him down. Just before the impact he craved, however, the beast froze, skidding to a halt as the Lothar braced, accepting the sweet release of death. Only, nothing happened. he opened his brown eyes in confusion to see the beast.... with some sort of inner conflict?

"No! Kill me you prick!" The Lothar cried as he began to sink closer and closer to the waiting chasm of green fire. What the hell? Did he not look tasty enough or something? the creature then suggested in conflicting voices a neat strategy that he would surely follow if he could. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CAN FUCKING RUN TO YOU?!" Fridgar swam against the pull, trying everything to slow his descent to no avail. It seemed the beast was more than contempt to watch him burn alive in green fire. Hysterical screaming erupted from his maw as he was otherwise dragged to hell, the heat was overwhelming, even from where he floated.

"Galda songut ford, Aedan yoldor"

It spoke again, though he didn't know why, why did it keep saying that? Why did it think his name was 'Aedan'?! Fridgar thrashed wildly in his binds, it didn't matter what the titan thought, it was just a mindless apparition, it wasn't real! More of the tendrils whipped from the depths, binding his wrists and his free leg as his struggles became more frantic. Almost completely consumed by the green, he clutched to the edge of reality. it was solid, like flush stone in his grasp.

His powerful digits temporarily secured him, forced to look at the giant red sun as its intensity grew only more red and brilliant. Another lash wrapped itself around his neck, tightening uncomfortably and closing off his windpipe as he struggled. overwhelmed with pain, fatigue and heat, his eyes fell upon the sun as solar flares burst from all over its surface, shaking with ungodly intensity. All of reality had collapsed around them, what else could be so weak as to break if the sun exploded?

He didn't care anymore, he just wanted it to stop. Closing his eyes, he released the ledge and fell into the green fire. A great white light overcame him, wiping both the manticore and the Lothar from the current world completely, and forcing the pair apart.

"Galda songut ford, Aedan yoldor"

"Please don't leave me, Aedan"

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Fridgar stirred in the middle of the night, sitting up in his bed and looking about the room hazily. He was back in the house of buggery, in bed beside his beloved. he'd had the strangest dream though could hardly remember it, something about a tiny Alistair? He would blink slowly, amused beneath his sleepy exterior. He swiftly wrapped his arms around the sleeping human as the sweet embrace of sleep claimed his form once more. He definitely needed to tell him about the tiny version of him that he'd dreamed of.

[Patrick]

Just as Patrick's own will seemed barely able to press through, it seemed the willful nature that ensnared the man before him, would seek to drag him down within the depths of an infernal abyss. The titan seemed determine to drag him deeper within while Patrick, still barely able to remain, struggled to contain the beast within his own heart.

You fool! He begs for death, so let- let me go!! Patrick tightly shut his eyes as he could feel the intensity of the heat, the violent rage of the flames from below which grew hotter with each passing trill.

"Fek you- ya damned monster!" Patrick cursed as he felt himself slip away, his capacity to hold off the Manticore swiftly dwindled. By then it was too late of course as the guy he'd hoped to save... was too far gone. Patrick's bright ethereal form faded out just like the hold he briefly had, and the Manticore lunged in once again to swipe at the trapped man who plummeted below. Too late. The paws of the creature missed his mark as he nearly slipped within, angry roars made to the fires below as his eyes watched fiercely at the fallen one.

The titan seemed to speak and in doing so, attained the attention of the beast that still lingered. Its silver eyes beckoned on the massive being that towered them, as the energy of the sun grew hot enough to singe the monster's own fur. It seems this one has a ghost of the past. Manticore pointed out as he gave up and sat down like an idle predator, the same silver orbs dulled in fluorescence as he looked from the titan up to the sun above. Destiny is never left to chance. He murmured as though the titan would understand, maybe it would since the deeply hidden connection it held with Fridgar. With his wings spread out and a final roar up to the stars above, the Manticore gave his final farewell before the coming of the end.

We will... meet again.

Within trills the solar flares of the red sun violently surged forth to incinerate everything in range, all became engulfed in searing red as the void within quickly turned ablaze. Like a candle that held onto its last breath, the flames spurred and quickly flickered out, no longer bound together by the energies it once held. Everything had been erased and all that remained was a desolate void, emptied of all the traces of what once took place within its vacant depths.

[Incubus]

Patrick

Knowledge
N/A

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

Fridgar

Knowledge
Fridgar: Should stop drinking late

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

Comments: Patrick, please be informed that the reviewer is not supposed to look for your knowledges - you are the one who is supposed to get creative with them after reading through your thread. As a result, I have given you no knowledges. If you wish to request some, I would be happy to add them in. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please let me know.