The Acid Moon - Conquest of Chaos

[Aveilthé]

OOC: This thinger is open to anyone and what have you. Feel freet to add lots of chaos and. Stuff. *Noddles*

The winds roared bitterly. Three enormous tornados annihilated
what little perceptible objects existed. Boulders, dirt, weeds, and
sand were lifted into the air and tossed like insignificant rag dolls
all over the place. If any living soul encountered the fierce winds,
perhaps he may not be so lucky as to survive through it.

A large figure streaked through the sky. At first glance, an
individual might assume that the creature was a dragon. Silmarillion
was no dragon. A wolf would have been a better guess. Indeed,
Silmarillion was a Druin. A scale-riddled, black body enveloped her
physique, with a rigid, long green mane upon her cranium. Her tail
was long and lizard-like, and whipped behind her like a tail of a
kite. Great wings beat the winds powerfully. It was obvious that
she was strong. These wings were dragon wings that is in the
shape of a butterfly's. The leathery flaps shift from various hues of
green. They can be from a very dark green to a brilliant light-green,
sometimes with a greenish-blue tinge. Her eyes sparked a jade-
hue. At the moment, her expression revolved around concentration.

"Come and get me," she growled mockingly, spiraling in the air
to avoid a bolt of iridescent lightning that was thrown her way
from a direction she didn't know come from.

An ear-deafening, ethereal call overlapped the sound of the
lightning itself, as well as the multiple tornados destroying the
ground. Silmarillion's long ears fell flat against her head as if
attempting to drown out the sound, but it was fruitless. The call
was high-pitched and was, in essence, as enigmatic as it gets.
The creature that owned the call was a divine beast to behold.

Suddenly, the grey-black clouds broke apart the instant a
massive monster hurtled from the heavens like one of God's
vengeful angels.

The creature possessed no eyes. It appeared to have a steel-like
helmet over it's cranium with a formation of cruel-looking horns
curving evilly over it's head. Their tails were super-long and coiled
for miles behind its hellbeast body. The body itself looked absurdly
dragonlike, with birdlike qualities; the entire body was smooth
and skin-like, and black as the depths of a dank sea. And when
the word 'huge' is mentioned, it is no exaggeration. The body
was perhaps a mile long at least - or perhaps, to dispense a
better image for this bizarre, hellish creature, as big as the world's
tallest skyscraper. This creature was an ancient beast, that
traveled through space itself. Some say that they are the gods'
messengers, or perhaps the very epitome of wrath of the gods.
Many make various assumptions for these uncommon creatures.

The wings it possessed looked like curved, intricate blades
alongside its body, and spanned a long way on either side.
The creature's mouth looked similar to a beak, yet it was steel-like
and without a tongue or tooth.

Silmarillion looked up at the beast's unsightly face, feeling
deeply unnerved by the creature's godlike appearance. Just
then, to her very own horror, several calls of the beast resounded
around the earth itself and six more of these hellbeasts joined
along with the first. The clouds broke, and the enormous flying
terrors promptly began granting chaos to the world.

Silmarillion swore loudly, but her words are unheard. The noise
was defeaning. She wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if,
before all this was over, she turned deaf.

She was ready to admit that she was afraid. Not afraid to be hurt,
but to die in the hands of these creatures. Not even the strongest
wolf in this planet could possibly stop these creatures.

"What the hell did I get myself into this time?" Silmarillion moaned,
watching the beasts with awed respect. Not for long, however.
It was time to flee.

[Kikuyoshi]

Lightening blotted the storm struck heavens in every direction,
each one more than likely striking ground and thus causing quite
a bit of turbulance to even the creatures that took solely to
wandering the earth. In truth, not a soul should have been out
in a whirlwind like the one currently in progress, it's swirling
depths of certain death picking up and mercylessly tossing
whatever it might grasp with invisible fingers. Much like a
three-year-old child would grab fistfuls of fur from the household
cat. And yet, even so, it appeared that three creatures so far still
roamed; Silmarillion, MetalVash...and the true horror of the storm,
the yet untitled creatures that looked more like floating land
masses.

MetalVash's case was special however...for today the heavens
would not be cross with him. Instead, they smiled upon him,
something they had not done since his first appearance on Shinkou.
Amidst the rage and fury of this particular storm, one solitary beam
of sunlight cascaded downward, following like a spotlight on
MetalVash's form. It was awkward for him, as his usually damp and
cold fur, now stood semi-fluffed upon his frame; a rusty hue of
orange-red pulsating with a healthy glow. Steel orbs strained
upward rather violently however after the horrid cry from the
gargantuan creature, and in all honestly, Metal would have
probably relieved himself right then and there, had he not been
scared beyond the point of being scared. Silently he froze, not
moving an inch less he attract attention to himself....although as he
contemplated it a bit, he was probably the most visible thing
present at the moment, what with his ray of light beaming down as
if to say; "hey stupid, i'm down here."

Auds quickly fell flat against his cranium, his legs lowering him so
that his belly rubbed against the rocky terrain. Gently his entire
being flickered, as though he were nothing more than a hologram,
his features being replaced by that of human flesh and cloth. Sandy
brown hair graced the top of his skull, it's length reaching just
beyond his ears, the cut feathered so bits and pieces flared out
slightly toward the ends. Rustic-red material rolled over his stomach
and shoulders, providing a thick undershirt; while armor of scarred
silver rested upon his stomach and jutted from his shoulders. Thick
leather gloves dwelled upon each hand and a matching pair of boots
clung to his feet. As for pants, they were standard gray, covered in
bits of armor as well. More than before, he now blended semi-well
with his surroundings, and as unfortunate as the glint from his
armor was, it would most likely go unnoticed due to the vast
amount of littered rocks that reflected in the same fashion.

Now he would wait...curious eyes cast upward, patiently observing
this new breed of terror.

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