Môlaryen - Lazing Around

[Aveilthé]

"I make a point of avoiding them," he replied dispassionately, not
sparing a glance in the canyon's particular direction. "Prepare
to get your ass kicked if you want to mess with a Cackleberry
dragon. They're tetchy. Mess with one, you'll find a flock of them
hurtling towards you like a meteor shower. Razor sharp beaks
enough to peel even the toughest flesh right off."

Endymion found the conversation uninteresting, for he didn't sound
too enthused, but since when did he ever sound enthused about
anything, anyway?

Regardless, Endymion decided to humor the wretch by changing
course and flying off towards the dark canyons that seem to
hardly give off any glow from the mysterious lavender moon.

[Relairah]

Môlaryen shrugged faintly, "I see... well, guess you would know way more than me about it anyway. Although," he glanced at Endymion and smirked faintly, "I do wonder how exactly you know so much about them. Have you had some sort of experience in the past? Or did you just hear from someone else?" He looked ahead once more, flicking his long tail. Perhaps he was being a bit stupid, but he didn't really worry about it. And yet, it seemed this conversation was going to take a little turn... or so he grew a faint hope of. He took note to Endymion's changed direction and a faint grin flickered onto his lips. He changed direction as well, large, demonic wings flapping heavily in the air.

He was in the mood for something a bit more exciting anyway. He had been rather bored lately. Besides, even if these creatures were vicious and would give he and Endymion a good ass-kicking, he found it'd be better than sitting or flying around idly looking at the world around thinking what the heck is there to do? And so, he continued to move toward the dark, ominous canyons, anticipating them and the demonic creatures residing within their depths.

It wasn't all that long before they were nearing those dark canyons and cliffs. The air was becoming fouler, the sounds of those... what had Endymion called them? Cackleberry dragons... their nerve-wrenching screeches were louder, more frequent, filling the air. The sound of their wings could almost be heard beating against the air as if torturing the air itself. He waited to find out exactly what these creatures were... and how bad it really was.

[Aveilthé]

Endymion reached the canyon, aware that Môlaryen was at hand.
Many of the Cackleberry dragons indeed issued a ghastly screetch,
but it sounded distant, like ghostly echoes, driven by the lavendar
moon's smooth, pale visage. They each looked bird, or perhaps
miniature dragons; it was hard to tell, but regardless, they were
beautiful in their own right, with glowing orbs of various colors
like a cat, and long, serpentine tails much like Endymion's only
smaller; furless and featherless. They possessed feathers about
their rigid wings, and had gnarled, sinister-looking talons. Atop
their heads, they possessed a plumage of feathers, all glistening
darkly in the miniscule light.

"Cackleberries," Endymion nodded, though aware that he had
stated the name before. "As aforementioned. Do not let their
appearances be deceiving. The smallest of creatures are most
aggressive. They think of themselves ten times their size.
They even have a magick of their own. Best not to tantalize one.
They are more ancient than we are."

He then paused, considering Môlaryen's question. "Unfortunately,
yes, I'm not afraid to admit that I have done so out of sheer
cockiness. Tried snatching one for grub, yet the whole flock
swooped down upon me and tried eating me alive. Luckily, they
are not as fast as me."

[Relairah]

Môlaryen was right beside Endymion all the while, eyes watching the landscape that passed beneath them, memorizing it, and around them, and subconsciously anticipating the dark canyons that were their destination. As they reached them, his ears flicked with the sounds of their ghastly screeching, and nose could smell the awkward scent that emitted from this area, and those... what had Endymion called them... cackleberries. Yet, their appearances were somewhat different than he'd expected. They still looked dark, but in the same way they were somewhat intriguing. Besides that, their screeches were enough to show their evil. He glanced at Endymion, listening as the other spoke his warning, then admitted to his foolishness in previous times.

He held back the snort of laughter, hiding it from his face... as best he could and only nodded. "I see. Don't worry, I'm not going to disturbing them for no good reason." He paused, watching them a moment before turning his gaze upon his companion. "So, if I may ask, how fast are you really?" Those cackleberries were small and light as they were built to be fast and vicious. Thus, for Endymion to out-run them, Môlaryen guessed him to be quite fast indeed. Thus, Môlaryen almost felt like asking the other to a challenge, and yet he wondered if it would really do anything to break the other's seemingly entirely bored mood.

"Hmm, now the question is... do we want to go mess with those cackleberries at all or simply watch them from an idle distance." He seemed to speak half to himself, as if pondering a stupid question. Môlaryen often didn't really think when he had an urge to do something, except for those few times. But even so, he patiently awaited the other's response. "Ah, and also, I would someday like to learn of what sort of power you posses. I know you do. Not hard to sense, after all. But still, would be quite interesting to find out..."

[Aveilthé]

Endymion's face looked hard as stone, still intimidatingly impassive.

"Hmm, only if you mess with them. That includes messing with their
nests, or whatever. They're like me in a way. Keep pushing them,
they will bite. I will bite only because I find joy in seeing the lowly
fear clouding over a dumb one's eyes. At least it teaches them
the impertinence of messing around when it is unwanted.
But I won't; I don't see any good in pissing off another
multi-cellular organism. It is funny how many can get angry so
easily. They're too full of pride. Too much pride can only be ruined
over and over because there is always a halfwit there to issue
remarks. This is why I dislike emotions. Perhaps the silliest
thing to have ever existed. Hate and love are pointless... whatever,
I'm rambling."

Endymion huffed to himself quietly, like a little girl pre-menstrual
stressing, but there was no hint of it crossing his features. At this
point, he had landed swiftly upon a side of the canyon, but the
Cackleberries did not heed them. A few glanced at his frame
visciously, but otherwise ignored him.

"I'm privately pleased that you find it oh so amusing," he
snided quietly. "If you want a taste of my mysterious power,
I won't hesitate to give it to you."

[Relairah]

Môlaryen hardly paid attention to Endymion's facial or even bodily expressions. He'd grown used to the other being rather devoid of... everything. He hadn't really met any darks like the other before, even if he was growing used to it. Most darks he'd met were... somewhat like the cackleberries. Overly full of pride to the point that they thought love was a curse and didn't understand the slightest bit of what it means to be a dark. Many darks he'd met had the wrong concept of it, thinking it to be normal and cool to be all snobby and such. And yet, he had to admit himself that he was somewhat like that... or had been? He wasn't sure. This world was doing things to him. Endymion was doing things to him, or so he thought. He certainly was having some sort of effect on him. He felt... well he didn't know quite what the word he was searching for was. But he had already learned previously he'd have to change a bit in order to stay here.

Endymion was talking again, how long had he been talking? Oh yea, his words were what had thrown him into that phase of thought about darks and their pride. "Mmm... perhaps. I haven't formed any opinions on the matter, I've had no reason to. And yet, it seems most have emotions of some kind... emotions have been around since before time." He paused, slowly landing on the side of the canyon beside Endymion. He had noticed the cackleberries and their little glares of vicious warning, but he thought nothing of it. "Who knows, I suppose I will someday have to form my opinion on the matter." He shrugged slightly.

"Pleased, huh? Oh, I have no doubt your powers probably exceed mine. I find the matter amusing only in one sense. I meant more interesting than amusing. Just keep in mind I am neither asking nor challenging for a fight. I am merely curious." He altered on his massive paws slightly so as to achieve a bit of a more comfortable condition.

[Aveilthé]

"I can read expressions better than most," Endymion replied softly.
"There is nothing more dangerous than someone able to sense
another individual's emotions. Throughout the years, I have trained
myself to cast out any emotion. Ever since, I was never able to
feel anything. And I cannot feel to this day. I have no use
for emotions. Anger, hate, love, joy. All of those expressions have
no meaning in my life. Keep yourself in a stoic manner, and you'll
go far."

His tail was brought up about his powerful physique, somewhat
wrapped about his legs. Pink eyes were cast forth into the distance,
though he was not exactly looking at anything in general.

"The only way to find ultimate power is to release all those you
love and care for. Cast away your hate, pain. All your emotions.
Until then, you will be as strong as I am."

[khoyote]

ooc; I hope ya'll don't mind me bustn' in and if you do, then just ignore this post. much love.

"Will you hurry up CoCo! You're always so slow. Ugh!" a soft very childish feminine voice could be heard from the no so far distance. To the good ears the soft pitter-patters f young paws touching the ground as they frolicked along could be heard. These two little girls made no attempt at trying to be quite. Not at all.

Dior, the one who spoke earlier, is the one who was the more adventurous one while her twin Coco, well she liked to be a little safer. Dior couldn't help it but all she ever wanted to do was explore, see more of this untamed land they were born to. She had a need greater than any other wolf known to see more than just before the eye. If she had the chance, Dior would travel to the Spirit World, just how her dear Uncle Endymion has, and learn from the best. So this milk chocolate bundle of fur bounded over small rocks and twigs and just anything that got in her way as she traveled onwards, every so often looking back to see where her little sister was. Dior was a good older sister. She knew she had to be especially in the world they live in. Who knows when the next rhinoculous might jump out from the lavender grasses or a toucaniny might swoop form the trees. This is one dangerous world.

CoCo, this soft vintage creme colored fae disapproved of this small expedition her sister made her take. "Oh come now, Let's go back home. Mama will be worried sick. You know how she is ever since... well you know." She used her long fur frayed dragonic tail to brush away some of the leaves that bothered her or crossed her path. CoCo was the pretty little girl in the family. Actually, both of the girls were really pretty but Coco was the one who a little bit more girly and prissy. She enjoyed the comforts of home and she did not enjoy the company of rif-rafs.

Dior of course ignored her sister's previous wishes. Both rolled their brilliant golden eyes simultaneously. It's a twins thing. In all honesty, if it weren't for the different colors, the girls would looks identical. Both had those gold eyes, dragon tails, gryphon's fore-paws, white muzzles, and small billy goat horns atop their heads.

"Come quickly! Look what I found." CoCo at first resisted but the temptations of being a pup still overcame her. "Shhhh.... Could you be quiet?" bashed Dior at Coco. Dior surreptitiously crept towards a brush beside a massive mound of rock. Actually, this entire place was filled with massive mounds of rock and every so often brush. Dior sat atop her hind legs and using those gryphon fore-paws of her she parted the brush like Moses parted the red sea. "Ooohhh.... "Both went at the same time and Dior finished the sentence using a phony accent. "Crickey, seems like we've found ourselves a nest of Crackleberry dragon eggs. We might make ourselves a scrumptious little breakfast with these babies."

The two girls keeled over and couldn't help laughing. There laugh was so sweet and intoxicating to all ears. Dior kept going but CoCo stop only to start nudging her sister repeatedly. "Dior! We have company. Mama Crackleberry ain't happy!" Dior looked up as well CoCo with jaws dropped and eyes wide open. "RUN!"

Before those words could be uttered from their mouths the two girls made a run for it towards the close thicket so their could hide from and get away from the monster dragons.

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[Aveilthé]

OOC: Hikaru told me that she'll reply here in an hour or so, because she had to run off to do some business with her family. XD Just thought I'd leave a note her' n' all. Yay!

[khoyote]

loverly. and Kaoru! you be quiet about that father!

[Relairah]

OoC: Ooo, this'll be fun XD Squee! Khoyote joined ^^ *Glomps the Khoyote* Sorry this took so long guys...

IC:
Môlaryen shrugged faintly, "I've heard those words before. But... not the same way spoken. Perhaps you are right... I have no doubts against it. And perhaps there will be someday that I too will become immune to such feelings as emotion and be at such a strong point as you call it." He paused, glancing off in the same manner and adding with a taste of sarcasm, "But for now, you'll just have to put up with me and my oh so silly emotions." He glanced back at Endymion, though his face remained still and calm, his eyes were obviously alive. He remained there another moment, simply pondering the words Endymion had previously spoken yet his thoughts were suddenly disturbed.

Ears twitched at the sound of a nerve-wrenching screech, obviously from a Cackleberry. This screech wasn't like the others he had begun to sort of drone out. It wasn't just random over a piece of food or a "you're in my bubble, back off..." it was a hateful, challenging screech, or rather it was louder and worse than the others and was seemingly calling for aid. He turned his gaze, searching for the Cackleberry who had emitted such a screech, for a moment he having no luck at all. He didn't glance at Endymion, he had no doubt the other had heard it too. He frowned as his eyes laid on the mother Cackleberry, and he could clearly see what laid beneath her, and the sight of two small forms moving quickly away. It was only then that he glanced at Endymion. "Firstly, since when are pups here? But besides that... I don't care if your emotionless mind doesn't care or does, but... if you suffered so much under the Cackleberries, those pups don't stand a chance, and we'll have one angry mom."

He rose from his sitting position and turned, spreading his large, demonic wings. His face hardened into that of a grim yet also annoyed one. 'Damn pups. Always have to be so curious and get themselves in so much trouble. And their bitch of a mother needs to watch them better.' However he kept his thoughts to himself, not bothering to tell Endymion how he felt, there wasn't any point. He lifted into the air, glancing down at Endymion, "You coming or staying?" Frankly, he didn't really care much if he did get attacked by a thousand Cackleberries, at least he wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked for now reason.

He neared the mother Cackleberry and whatever other Cacklberries had gathered since her little screech of utter annoyance. He scanned briefly for the pups, spying them easily still moving away, the mother right on their tails. He growled, his lips curling back revealing his sharp, white fangs. Obviously, this Cackleberry wouldn't just change her mind and course so easily, afterall the pups had been too close to her nest. But he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than necessary... that would be the epitome of idiocy. And so, he could see this wasn't going to be all too easy. He swooped down, following the mother Cackleberry until he had reached her and he didn't hesitate as he brought his claws down across her back, not really causing much damage except a few scratches on her black scales.

Hopefully, that would give the pups time to escape while he kept her and the other Cackleberries distracted. He had no doubts he could escape them... or maybe he wasn't thinking at all, which was even more stupid, in a sense. He just didn't want some demon wolf getting all mad at him and Endymion for not doing anything while her stupid pups were in danger.

[Aveilthé]

"Don't get all emotional with me," Endymion retorted blandly,
obviously returning the same sarcastic remark. "Quit acting
like such a big pup. 'Oh, I'll still be all emotional so get used to it'.
Only an immature sissy-girl would talk like that. And you are...
how old?"

The albino Druin watched as the black wolf charged straight at the
cackleberry. "Oh my God. What a simple-minded loser. Well...
this ought to make for a good show... Oh, what's this? Ahh...
my sister-whore's kids."

That bastard of a wolf watched impassively from his perch on the
canyon's side. Then, a sparkle gleamed in his eye that would have
suggested joy. "I would love to see that big black whelp get eaten
by a thousand cackleberries..." And with that said, the whole
canyon had suddenly erupted into what sounded like furious
screetches that had resounded around the atmosphere tenfold.
To what looked like over thousands of tiny insect cloud at a
distance, cackleberries of various colors were shooting straight as
an arrow towards the one creature whom attacked their kin.
Luckily, none saw the pups.

Endymion, amidst the cloud of cackleberry, had suddenly sauntered
through them at great speed; none of them took notice that he
flew amongst them. Each were so enraged, that they had forgotten
all else.

It took no time at all for him to circle the running twins once and say
softly, "You can either climb on my back and escape them easily,
or keep running. Either way, I can guide you to safe passage if you
like." His tone held no emotion.

Endymion glanced behind his shoulder. "Good luck on escaping
the cackleberry," said he, with an air of a fellow soldier wishing his
partner safety in battle, but his voice was dripping with causticness
that meant quite clearly that he did not wish Môlaryen well at all.
"If I can escape a flock of them, then perhaps you can. Lead the
cackleberries back to my family however, I will kill you."

[Aveilthé]

OOC: I'm going to take Endymion out of the thread, but I shall bring him back and continue this thread once everyone returns and has the time to roleplay this plot. ^-^ Sorry!