Quietly Damian shifted, watching carefuly of the gem that was now amongst the crystals just at the base of the Spire. The blue gem had grown an interestingly ammount since the day he had taken it from the. It left his mind wandering as his pawed fingers rolled the teardrop seraphinite in his paws. His gaze lingered down towards it, wondering, pondering the idea of what would come from this particular gem; if anything. Audit's twiched, shifted as sound drew his attention away from the gems he was currently crouched in front of. Lips peeled back to expose his fangs before his wings snapped open and with one quick beat of his wings, shot up into the air and found his way to his perch on the spire.

He turned, scoped out the area, searching for the thing that had made the noise. His amber gems narrowed when he saw nothing so he moved, crouching lower on his perch as he folded his wings close to his body. A sense of protectiveness overwhelmed Damian. Nearly making him snarl violently even without true cause. It was a strange feeling and Damian wasn't sure how exactly he felt about it.

His gem sparked to life causing that ever familiar tingle in his hip before his gaze dropped down to the blue gem that was situated just beneath him. He breathed in deeply and slowly, but surely, darkness began to swell around the area. Covering it from the view of others as the light was sucked right out of it. The darkness spread only a few feet, chasing away the light that would have otherwise given view of many other gems and part of the spire's base to any who looked upon it. At least now someone would mostly be interested in why the area was considerably darker than the rest of the area.

Slowly he shook his thoughts and began to search the cavern again. Curious to see who was coming around.



"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @Baratheon
OoC:

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

It seemed like so long ago when he wandered about the caves with only half his mind. However, he'd reunited with Booker and in the process had gotten back his memories both good and bad. The dragon shook his head now as he wandered away from Eridanus. He hadn't left Booker... or Barnett, for days now. He could still remember the viscious session he'd had with the numbat when they'd battled it out in their heads. If Booker was calm and kind, serene like the fungi then Barnett was the fire which kept the little one's soul burning bright. He never knew anything like that would ever happen... He never knew that Booker falling in love with their captor would either.

The dragon's head shook as he paced away. No. He would not get upset about it, he would just... not think about it. He wouldn't run or anything like he had before. He just needed to go for a little while... there was a strange feeling in his get. An urge. A need. Of what he did not know but it was something. The feeling intensified when he reached Polaris and saw a shard of purple gem. He picked it up gently with his paw and stared at it. The feeling only growing. Almost without thinking about it he felt something, an urge almost like when he'd bonded with Booker.

He touched the shard with his muzzle and he could feel a spark and then a slight glow within the stone. What had that been? He blinked his one eye curiously but before he could ponder further he saw a darkness suddenly engulf the spire. His eye narrowed and he tucked the shard away into his mane for safekeeping before going forward to investigate. The urge that he'd had when he did... something to the shard re-awoke. He was reminded of the tales he'd told about the First Dragon and how she'd produced her dragon kin. Was it time for him to produce his own kin? Was that what he did when he breathed into that shard? But... why was that urge inside of him now as he went to see the darkness? Was there a creature here that was worth him using his shard to reproduce? The purple shard was one thing as it wouldn't grow into a creature quite like him but if he used his own stone...

Then there were other rules.

The dragon's nose lifted as he sniffed the air. Something was off, he could scent another creature but with the thick shadows he could not see. A rumble bubbled out of his chest as he felt a sense of being watched. He didn't like others watching him while he was potentially blind. He was predator and not prey. The dragon cracked open his mouth and let lose with a powerful blast of energy which caused the dark shadows around the spire to dissipate into nothing. His one eye scanned the area but saw nothing. "Whoever you are I know you're there. Your scent is all over this place. If you want to attack I advise against it." Then he went quiet as he looked at everything below him. He saw something shiny and purple on the ground. A shard that seemed to have life growing within. Curious, he lowered his nose down and began to snuffle at it with great huffing breaths.

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@Damian
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

'Baratheon...'

A dark smirked gripped at Damian's features as his now feral eyes stared at the white beast that was slowly moving closer. He knew that form intimately. Ached to fight the beast. Yet, in the last few cycles this beast knew nothing of himself. Knew nothing about Damian. It was frustrating. Baratheon had been the main entertainment Damian had ever had. Excitement gripped at him quickly, his tail lashing around behind him now. When the dragon blasted some sort of attack at the spire, sucking away the shadows he had finally summoned, before speakings his words Damian could do nothing but laugh deep and maniacally. He rose to his hind paws insnantly, leaning over the edge of his perch as he smirked down at the beast.

"When have I ever listened to you Bara," He smirked viciously only to pause in his words when he noticed the dragon was moving closer to the gem he had only days ago breathed life into. Hackles bristled instantly as a snarl ripped from his chest. He took no hesitance to step over the edge and descend right on down. His gem tingled against his hip and the moment his pays landed heavily against the ground a forceful blast pushed away from him. knocking debri and other loose items away from the gem he now stood in front of. Hopefully it would force the drake away a few steps as well.

"Why are you here," He snarled violently, flexing his clawed paws in a threatening gesture. At first Damian thought the newly life given gem had been Baratheon's target. He had, after all, taken the shadows away from it before he put his dumb nose to the gem. "Shouldn't you be running around with your new palls in Pisces? Or have you finally regained yourself?" He snuffed, grunting darkly as he bared the front of his fangs in annoyance.

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @Baratheon
OoC:

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

"When have I ever listened to you Bara," One ear twitched upwards to hear what was said but he could not see. Partly because the gembound was so far up and partially because... well... He was blind on that side thanks to his fated encounter with Raheerah in this very same area. However, he knew who that gem was by the voice. It was Damian. The annoying werewolf who always seemed able to pop up at the most inopportune moments. Today though, it seemed like he was popping up on him in an interesting turn of events.

Quite suddenly he heard the snarl and he ripped his head up to turn and look at the wolf. It would be just like him to ignore his advise all together and attack just for the hell of it. Baratheon's own lips lifted into a snarl as Damian dropped down right in front of him. Before he could react Baratheon felt the push against his body. The magic was uncomfortable and made him step back which rubbed Baratheon the wrong way. He didn't enjoy being pushed around, literal or otherwise. Angrily he let out a trumpeting roar, prepared to battle the wolf for the shove. Instead he was met with words.

Annoyed the dragon turned his head and began to groom angrily at his chest scales which had picked up dirt from the attack. Still irritated he took a long while, way too long, to groom the scales at his fur and then to show that he wouldn't be pushed into answering by a puffed up wolf he flapped his wings to throw air and dirt back on Damian.

Now he finally turned his one-eyed gaze back to the canine with a snort. "I'm here because I go where I want." He gave his pelt a shake, for some reason with all the coldness in the cave his pelt had grown a little bit longer. Probably to combat the lower temperatures. "If you're asking because you're generally concerned about my well-being then thanks." Though he didn't sound particularly thankful, if anything his voice sounded dry. "But yes, my mind is whole again." He narrowed his eye at the werewolf. For some reason he couldn't help but think about the shard he had tried to sniff and the one in his mane. Was that Dami's coming child? If so he could understand why the canine had reacted so violently... It was admirable really that he was ready to protect youth. Again he felt that pull and looked at the yellow-ish shard at the wolf's hip.

"Now what are you doing here? Feasting on cave deer and growing fat?"

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@Damian
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Baratheon waited. Waited and waited before he finally decided he would answer Damian. Typical asshole. So fucking typical. He was back to normal and in that Damian felt a sense of relief. At least Baratheon was back. Every last annoying pissy response and actions that were always directed towards him. His entertainment was back and Damian could not lie...he was secretly happy to have the dragon back around. His fur bristled up the moment Baratheon narrowed his eyes towards him. Muscles tensed and flexed as if in preperation beneath his thick pelt. And then Baratheon's final words struck him.

A growl vibrated deeply in his chest as his lips peeled back to expose the front of his fangs. "More than you could ever do ya little pissant," He popped his jowls, snarling aggressively as he seemed to stand up straighter. He was going to come here and mock him?! Good. It was starting to feel like old times.

After a moment or two Damian relaxed as he began to smirk viciously again. "However, unlike your sorry ass skipping around picking flowers in Pisces. I've been busy. " Her crossed his muscular arms over his chest, quirking a brow at Baratheon as if half expecting him to ask his silly questions. Or fire back with some other remark the dragon may have for him. However, it wasn't long before something tugged at him. Pulled and thrashed as it caused his feral instincts to kick in. Baratheon had obviously grown in strength. There was no lie in it, but had he surpassed Damian?

A dark snarl formed in his throat. Damian would not forgive himself for falling behind the drake. They were equals in his eyes. Perhaps not to Baratheon, but to him they were. It was only the drake that carried eeven the slightest of respect from the lycanthrope and thus Damian would strive to be on the same level, if not above. However, he would not know where he sat with Baratheon... unless they had a little fight. He began to smirk at his own thoughts. He could start a fight. It would be easy. Baratheon obviously was already annoyed with him so it was only a matter of time before blows were exchanged.



"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @baratheon
OoC:

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

The dragon let an amuse rumble ease out of his throat when Damian seemed to take offense to his comment. It was always amusing when he could offend the werewolf. After all, Damian would always attempt to return the favor. "Sure, Damian... sure." He mumbled sarcastically with a smirk just to piss him off even more.

He twitched an ear with irritation at the "picking flowers" comment. He couldn't help that his mind was repressing memories and essentially making him into someone he was not. Although he had to admit he was curious on what exactly the wolf was busy with. He also knew that Damian wanted him to ask. Feigning indifference the dragon said, "And I suppose you'd want to tell me what you were 'busy' with, hmm? Well out with it! I've got better things to do that chat with an oversized wolf." There, that should get to him.

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@Damian
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Baratheon demanded his answer. Stated he had better things to do than deal with him. An overgrown wolf. His lips peeled back, snarling over his nose to expose all his sharp canines as his fur began to bristle all over. "Then go back to your flower picking!" He roared. His magick flared, his gem tingled, and within a moment or so an energy wave blasted away from him.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
BARATHEON v. DAMIAN
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~push him AWAY. HAD ENOUGH DX

{ DEFENSES }

~

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• Bite wound on his thigh

~ current injuries;;

• None
  
• ~

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

Words:Words
Tags: @Baratheon
OoC: sorry small AND SHITTY OMG D:

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

He had expected his words to enrage or annoy the lycanthrope but he did not expect such a violent reaction. As soon as the words left his mouth Damian started to snarl. Baratheon returned in kind, his own white fangs being exposed as he pulled his lips away from them. He did not attack first though, instead he waited to see if Damian was all bark and no bite. "Come now, it's far too fun messing with you!" The dragon's lips curled up into a strange snarling-grin as he stared down the wolf before him.

Before long he felt a wave of energy come straight at him. It blasted his fur backwards and made him have to take a few steps back. He reached back to touch the mane at his back to reassure himself that his shard was still there. It was. Now he could concentrate on business at hand.

Truth be told, he was aching for a fight. That feeling in him hadn't gone away and it demanded that Damian's strength be tested. He would be happy to oblige. "You call that an attack? Let me show you what a real blast is..." With that Baratheon squared off his paws and opened his wings. With a roar he let out a blast of energy to try and throw the lycanthrope off of his feet. He didn't want to kill Damian and he wasn't particularly angry. He just wanted to see how far the werewolf could be pushed and how strong he really was.

Baratheon vs Damian
I of V

Attacks: Blast Damian with Despel! Rawr!
Defenses: Squared off paws and wings ready to fly.
Injuries: None!

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@Damian
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

Fur bristled, muscles tensed as he braced himself for baratheons attack. A grunt was forced out of him when the blast hit him and there was little he could do to keep himself steady. He was thrown back against the spire. His back slamming hard and he could have sworn he hear a loud crack. Whether it was him or the spire he was unsure. He fell back to the ground. Barely keeping himself on his paws as he slumped there for a moment.

The fur along his hackles began to bristle again as he lifted slitted eyes up to the dragon. He lurched forward. A roar escaped him and with it a blast of energy that surged forth. Insert other awesome explanation of dami getting a crit success.


@baratheon


Round II
Attempt - blast him back
Defenses - none

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

The dragon's attack blasted the werewolf against the spire. Baratheon could feel a pleased smile forming on his muzzle but surely Damian wouldn't be beaten that easily? "You aren't giving up yet, are you? I'd be sorely disappointed..." He taunted.

Sure enough the werewolf got back up and blasted him again. This time the attack was enough to push Baratheon back and off his feet. The dragon tumbled head over tail for a foot before coming to a stop. He rose to a crouch and grinned darkly at the werwolf, clearly pleased. It had been so long since he'd had a good fight.

He hoped Damian would continue to please him.

Baratheon rose fully onto his paws and turned to the werewolf, he let out one trumpeting roar before lifting into the air. He hovered there for a few moments before dropping his entire weight down on the ground, shaking it in hopes to disorient his opponent.


Baratheon vs Damian
II of V

Attacks: Shake the ground, baby.
Defenses: None.
Injuries: None!

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@Damian
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...