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New Places, Old Faces - Baratheon - Nov 12 2015
BARATHEON
"the world is mine for the taking"
Ah, how he loved Pisces. The water was the most relaxing and feel good thing in the world. The white dragon floated in the water, right below the falls as he let the waterfall grass over his back. It did wonders to wipe away any grime and stress. It all seemed to float away. Normally he wouldn't have any stress but now... Memories. Memories and nightmares. He didn't know which was which. He had dreams of a red haze, clouding his vision. It caused him to lose all control of his mind, to attack poor creatures that didn't deserve it. Yet, in those nightmares he could do nothing about it. He was a slave to the red haze... a slave to the scent in his nose... The scent of...
Blood.
His nose wrinkled. There was no blood around here now, he hadn't scented blood in ages. He didn't even want to think about it... Those memories, they were terrible. He didn't want them. Couldn't be them...
Pain.
Headache.
He closed his eye, stopped thinking. Why was he being tortured? Was he truly this... Baratheon? That everyone kept calling him? He didn't want to be... Baratheon hurt others. He didn't want to hurt. He didn't want to kill or to fight. If there was a "Baratheon" inside of him it needed to be pushed aside, to be rejected. Sent away... He would not associate with it. Association meant pain and death... Rejection meant peace. He liked peace. Liked to see others happy. Baratheon induced blood, he would induce joy.
There as he stared at the water he came to a realization. Dragon, that's what he was. What he went by but now... Now he needed a new identity. He would repress what was evil in him, repress his memories and have a new identity. He still didn't know everything about this so-called "Baratheon" and he didn't want to. Headaches happened with every new piece of information. Repression didn't hurt... Repression was good, it was best.
As the reflection stared back at him he began to move his mouth as he would when he was with Macawi. She'd told him that working on his words would help him. Would bring back the memories, slowly. He didn't want the memories... He wanted relief. He wanted them to stop so he could be a new dragon that helped people. He stopped moving his mouth. Settling back into silence. No words. Not today, he wasn't ready to face his past. No pain.
With a sigh he swam back to the edge of the lagoon and pulled himself out. For a moment he stood, soaking wet with water running off of his coat. Then after a moment he shook himself, spraying water in every direction but he didn't move away. Instead he stared at the ground. Denial. That's what he was in... Unwilling to admit or own up to his past. Should he remember? Would remembering give him more power? With what he got in his nightmares he wasn't sure if he wanted to...
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Kerberos - Dec 06 2015
i can hear your pulse race from hereBEATS YOUR HEART IN YOUR MOUTH
sitting next to this gun
Moisture soaked the great canine's fur, his usually fluff pressed thick to his skin. Drip, drip, drip, the water sang as he took heavy, crashing steps through Pisces. He had just come from the tunnel of ice and mountains, where he had met Eeya cycles ago. Last time he had stepped foot in Pisces, the great dragon had been curled up somewhere, hidden from view-- and Kerberos had spoke to Leon, asking for help. After a bath and a meal, the canine felt his whole body surging with determination.
There would be no more running, no more hiding. Baratheon had escaped his grasp long enough, and now the massive hound of hell brought back his teeth in a snarl as he saw the white serpent bathing under the waterfall, peaceful as could be. The damn dragon didn't know how much his life coiled and choked his throats, the poison that his sharp teeth had inflicted on the once young dog's heart. His entire being drummed to the pulse of Baratheon's roar, still ringing in his ears to this day.
Perhaps the powerful creature did not even remember him-- but he would. Kerberos stepped up on to the stone lip of the lake, inhaling as he gathered his courage once more. He didn't know what to say, even with three brains all three of his tongues were still tied in knots as his pale pink eyes scanned his rival, his equal.
The dog did not speak as he leaned over the water, getting ready to lunge. He did not give the cotton candy dragon a chance or warning, he simply clothed his eyes and leaped from the shore. His huge body broke through the water in an instant, sending out a wave as tall as he was. His wide paws drove him to his goal, to the furred serpent who rested under the waterfall.
And within moments, he was upon Baratheon, stretching out his paws towards the dragon. He managed to hook his paws around the long creature, shoving his muzzles to the creature's face. His pink eyes locked on his rival's own half-covered gaze, and ferociously, as though his very life depended on it, he smoochied the heck out of the adorable cotton candy dragon.
@Baratheon , hope it was worth the wait ;P
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Baratheon - Dec 08 2015
BARATHEON
"the world is mine for the taking"
The dragon could hear the heavy stomping of feet but it didn't pull him out of his reverie. The memories were dangling out of reach. He was grasping at them like straws but whenever he touched one it was agonizing. It was a discouraging process. Not thinking was easier. Not thinking helped him to keep away the pain. He would just have to go and--
Splashing. Great splashing that had to be from the heavy-pawed creature. The dragon's head turned around and his single eye gazed in shock. He could do nothing while the creature, such a strange thing with three heads, came straight at him. Was he going to be attacked? He hoped not... Fighting didn't sound fun at all. It sounded quite terrifying actually. Before he could even react he felt the paws hooking around his head and under the weight of the smooching heads he fell backwards into the water.
The dragon flailed his limbs and wings about madly while making unintelligible noises, not unlike goat braying, as he was being assaulted with... What was this exactly? He'd seen Leon do these kissy things to the lioness but now they were being turned on him by a creature he didn't even know! He didn't know whether to be flattered or frightened.
Finally after feeling like he was either going to smother with love or be drowned he cried out, "No no no no no no no no!" He pushed at the white thing with his forepaws, trying to get it off of him.
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Kerberos - Dec 09 2015
i can hear your pulse race from hereBEATS YOUR HEART IN YOUR MOUTH
sitting next to this gun
He did it! He did it! He was such a good boy and he didn't bite or fight or anything-- he just smoochied and licked and licked and everything was okay! Everything was fine! Except, well, they were sinking together and while Kerberos had the lungs of a polar bear he had no idea if his rival could handle it.
What was worse was the noise. The dragon brayed and then shouted, no, over and over, no, no, no. Kerberos knew what no meant and he knew it well but it made his heart sink and that familiar frustration filled his chest. Why couldn't Baratheon just do what they were meant to do? He was trying to make it easy, trying to show that they together were this great thing together but-- even now the dragon pushed him away.
And it took a great effort not to sink his teeth into that soft, white fur or those bright pink scales. He bared his teeth and the long serpent creature and unhooked his paws, instead putting them to Baratheon's chest, and he kicked at the noodle with all foot feet, pushing him away. Fine, no no no, that's what he wanted, wasn't it?
With a frustrated grumble, mixed with a snarl and a while, the three headed beast hit the surface of the water in an instant and exhaled water out his noses. His pink eyes scoured for the dragon he had left under water, expecting him to come up above.
How dare he. Leon had said it would work! Why didn't it work? If he couldn't fight, if he couldn't smoochie, what could he do? He just wanted to scream but he clenched his teeth, trying not too look too upset but, frankly, Kerberos wore his heart on his fur and all three faces look like they had been hit by a newspaper right on their noses.
@Baratheon
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Baratheon - Dec 09 2015
BARATHEON
"the world is mine for the taking"
The dragon floated for a moment under the water but eventually he had to come back to the surface or drown. His head breached the surface as he sucked in a loud gasping breath. Sweet, sweet air. He swam over to the shallow end and hauled himself up beside the big white thing with three heads. Why on earth had it come up and smoochied him? Such a strange thing... The dragon stared at the side of his heads, wondering why he looked so down. Rejection? He hadn't meant to be mean or anything but... He wasn't expecting such affection out of nowhere.
So, he stared and after a moment narrowed his eye in concentration. Why did this one look so familiar? Was this one of the Baratheon's friends from the past? Trying to think of it made his head hurt so he didn't but he didn't want to estrange people. However, what could he do? The dragon looked down at his own paws awkwardly. He drummed his pink claws on the ground for a moment until he finally decided on a course of action.
Quickly and quietly the dragon reciprocated the smoochie. Granted, his own smooch was a timid little peck on the dog's closest white cheek. He'd never smoochied anyone before so he hoped he did it right. Afterwards his eye turned back to his paws as he drummed his claws on the slick stone again. Would that make the pup feel better?
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Kerberos - Dec 10 2015
i can hear your pulse race from hereBEATS YOUR HEART IN YOUR MOUTH
sitting next to this gun
Given a moment, the dragon crawled out next to him and they stared at each other. The dual bubblegum eyes stared into his own pale six-faceted gaze and they were silent. Kerberos ground his teeth together, letting out a low whine, struggling to figure out just what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what to say-- Leon had just told him to smoochie! He didn't know what to do, because smoochies weren't working--
And then Baratheon darted forward, sending his fur out in a huge puff, and landed his fluffy lips on the puppy's nearest cheek and he made a strangled yelp of alarm. His ears went back and he recoiled, startled and frightened... Until he realized the dragon had given him a smoochie. The dog's three brains took a moment processing this, blinking and staring out at nothing.
In an instant, the canine lunged forward with both paws, trying to tackle Baratheon. His tongues came rolling out, all too eager to reciprocate the smoochies with a smoothering of licks. He didn't know what else to do, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity go by.
@Baratheon
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Baratheon - Dec 11 2015
For a moment the dragon just stared at the pup. Why was he recoiling and whining? Was he upset? Had he hurt the dog? For a moment he started to skitter backwards, afraid that the creature would attack him for causing pain. But that didn't happen. Instead he stopped his recoiling and whining and simply stared. The dragon stopped moving and stared back, waiting to see what would happen.
All in one instant the canine lunged at him. Fearfully, the dragon tried to get away but misjudged the distance from him to the water. With a yelp of alarm he fell right into the water. He splashed about for a while before resurfacing with his rear half in the water and his forelegs on the shore. His bright eye stared up at the dog, curious. Was he trying to attack or just overzealous in his affection? Why did he want to show affection anyway? Who was he? The white dragon's mouth opened, closed, opened again but falling shut for the last time. Words were so hard to come by... Thoughts were not. He reached his mind out to the canine and began to share his own confusion with him before slowly but surely, words started to come. 'Who.... Are..... You....?' His mind asked as he looked up.
He couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu, like this certain someone was a friend of the past.
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Kerberos - Dec 12 2015
i can hear your pulse race from hereBEATS YOUR HEART IN YOUR MOUTH
sitting next to this gun
The dragon fell into the water and Kerberos missed him entirely. The pup frowned and drew back again, gathering his paws neatly in a proximal fashion towards his tummy, blinking all six eyes as the noodle clawed his way back up on to the rock and shot him a look.
It was only a few moments later that the dog was flooded with an alien feeling of confusion in all three of his minds. The canine's hackles raised and he looked around, bewildered, his body tensing instinctively. The dragon's thoughts entered his mind and the cerberos snapped his attention back towards the single pink eye.
What was he doing?!
... But the dog stopped, abruptly after he spat all that out, his ears laying back as he rose to his paws and slowly backed away. He was afraid to hear what Baratheon had to say... For he knew now that the Dragon did not remember him, and that their connection was forgotten to time. The great canine was abandoned, and his feelings swept away into a river of forlorn misery.
@Baratheon
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Baratheon - Dec 12 2015
The dragon continued to stare with his confused eye, gaze boring into the canine. He did nothing, not until all three heads barked in unison at him. Baying that his name was "Kerberos". Memories flooded him. He could fuzzily remember fighting something... some sort of puppy with three heads. A dog that he had made some promise to. The dragon closed his eye as a rush of pain hit him as he tried to recall this hellhound's buried memory.
The shouting from the dog didn't help and it made him whine, head lowering under the intense pressure. His rival... fighting... it hurt... The dragon's teeth clenched and he attempted to reach his mind out again but it was an erratic mishmash of jumbled thoughts. 'Don't understand... Am Dragon... No Baratheon... Baratheon hurts... Memories hurt... Remember hurts... Don't understand... No fight... Help... Friend...' He didn't even know what he was asking or telling the hellhound. The thoughts just came randomly from his consciousness.
The dragon moaned, his eye came open and he hauled himself up onto the shore in front of the hellhound. His eye stared hard at the beast as if it had the answer to why he was in so much pain and why his memories were gone. Apparently he was from the past, maybe he could help recover his memories as Macawi had tried to do. She'd said to try and focus and make them come in small increments. Well, they wanted to pop up now. Glimpses of the fight popped into his mind accompanied by sharp lights of pain. 'Why... hurt...? Don't know why... Am sorry...' He didn't mean to hurt the hellhound's feelings but he couldn't do a thing about it if he couldn't remember.
RE: New Places, Old Faces - Kerberos - Dec 12 2015
i can hear your pulse race from hereBEATS YOUR HEART IN YOUR MOUTH
sitting next to this gun
The dragon looked like he was in pain. He clentched his teeth and closed his eye, lowering his head as though what Kerberos has said had struck him like a blow. The canine did not understand, but unease raced up his spine.
The thoughts, the alien, foriegn, forced thoughts assaulted his brains and he bared his teeth. Kerberos couldn't even think as the dragon burned words into his mind, making his breathing go short. The noodle was trying to explain, but to Kerberos, it was like an attack. He fought back his urge to tear into the dragon-- that was a memory, that was the past. His rival was trying to surpress these things while pushing them on to the dog, and it made him squirm. What was he supposed to do? Fight? The dragon asked him not to, asked him to help. It all hurt so much.
Baratheon was sorry. He said he wasn't Baratheon, that the dragon hurt and he didn't want to hurt. The canine drew that conclusion as the noodle hauled himself out of the water and memories of their fight raced through all four of their minds. It hurt, but Kerberos loved the thrill of it. He couldn't fight anyone else, what was he supposed to do? He swallowed his selfishness and stepped forward, putting a paw under Baratheon's chin, wrapping around to his shoulder, pulling him close.
The canine let out a low whine and gently licked at the dragon's forehead and ears, horn, mane. Anything he could reach. Kerberos was sorry too-- he didn't understand either. He just wanted his rival back, the one thing that had always made sense in his mind when others pushed him down and away, forced him to be a good dog when he was... When he was...
All three of his breaths stirred in the dragon's cotton candy fur, soft and gentle. The voice he learned to use from his mother, from the alpha. He didn't know how to help, but he was so scared of losing Baratheon again. Even like this, even when it hurt, Kerberos knew who he was around the dragon. A powerful thing, one with a rival so strong. One that could change the fate of the caves... That was how Baratheon made him feel, even now. He didn't want to lose that.
@Baratheon