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» HUNTER and HUNTED, Blazeh, YOU
 
PLAYERS INVOLVED:
@Verridith (Blazeh)

SETTING:
In the caverns of the Crystalline Silza.

WEATHER:
Cold,l clear, and windy.

TIME: Current! Mid-afternoon.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Omen (Blazeh)

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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She was here, somewhere.

Bright eyes shone in the darkness of a small cavern; from a distance, the sky-blue points could be simple reflections from the many gemstones that covered every surface, reflecting the noonday sun. The eye-glints melted back into the shadows of the crystalline cavern and away; the only thing that could be seen was the white, furred tail-tip disappearing into the network of caves.

He'd been tracking a void dragon for some time now. She matched the description he was given - the man that had approached him spun a tail of his pairbond's murder and his own maiming, an attack that had left him one-armed and severely impaired. The description was brief, but distinct: a large black dragon with eyes of red and a gem of the same color in its chest.

There weren't many void dragons in the world. Not many at all. When he found one that matched the description, around the area, he locked on like a bloodhound and planned how to enact justice - a death sentence as swift and severe as the pairbond's killing had been. When she retreated to Noctis' crystal island, he followed, like a great cat stalking a mouse.

He'd not seen her for three days, but her scent was fresh. The circadian meandered through the dark crystal caves, metallic hide reflecting the crystals thousandfold, providing good camouflage as he followed the tunnel down. Glass-scaled nightmare, they'd called him. Blue-eyed vengeance. A vigilante of justice and acute, undeniable rage. So many named he had; so many his appearance had earned. For who had seen an Umbran circadian acting as he did? He didn't share the peaceful, blissful life of most of his kind. No.

He was a warrior.

Large for a circadian, the Umbran had night-blue scales as glossy as polished diamonds, smooth and round covering his entire form. He was long-bodied and short-legged, with bright blue gems on his chest, tail before the tuft, forelegs, and centered in the silver crown that concealed his sleek horns in divine metal. Four wings graced him; two larger ones from his shoulders, and two smaller from his hips, both feathered and dotted in starlike markings along each feather. A brilliant white mane flowed from his head down his neck, and ended in a long, silky tuft at the end of his tail.

Glass scaled nightmare indeed.

She was close, now; deep in these crystalline tunnels. As the tunnel opened into a massive cave, Omen slowed, long ears swiveling back and forth to catch any sound. Come out, come out, wherever you are, he thought, imagining himself calling out such a phrase in glee. He could, but not now. Too many escape routes; he had to remain quiet. Come out and pay for your crimes...

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user posted imageuser posted imageuser posted image
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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
^
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