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Nagrom and Star's Dorm
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Nagrom's flame flickered out instantly.He was glad that she hadn't forced him to kill her. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he whispered, looking down in shame. He hated being a bully, but he knew what he had to do for his people. He had even pushed for laws against the killing of non-violent humans, but he seriously doubted that she believed that. He wasn't a racist or a dragon-supremacist, but his family and kind came first."Isn't that how humans think too? It's always going to be humans first, right?" he asked himself aloud. He'd met humans that were aware of his existence, and they all simply wanted him dead. No human had ever been even remotely kind to any supernatural that he knew of, yet they were always the bad guys. All because they had power that the humans coveted. It wasn't fair, to be hated because of a race you were born into, but he had come to terms with it. "Like Dad always said: When the dragon came through town and the humans screamed 'Monster!' it looked behind him, fearful as well..." he murmured to himself.
"I'm sorry you did too." Raylin breathed, her eyes still locked on his. Though one might have expected it to, her visage showed no clear signs of anger or even frustration. Instead, she was just staring, releasing every bated breath she didn't know she'd been holding. In truth, that had rattled her a bit, her eyes slightly wide as she only half listened to his little ramblings, their meaning not making much sense to her. She understood mostly what he was trying to get at with the idea of the dragons feeling no more reasonable than the rest of them, but she'd never believed such things. In a way, it was almost like her own father had told her, 'They'll try and say anything to get you to believe they have feelings. But they don't. They don't, Ray.' These memories came rushing back to her as she slowly let her eyes fall to the ground. Not human. Not human. He wasn't human. Never was and never would be. But if she wanted to live through this, she would have to try and accept that. How was she supposed to expect that when she'd been taught not to her entire life?
Nagrom sighed and circled around to the back of her chair. He cut the rope around her wrists after he'd changed his finger into an iron claw, flicking through it. He then dropped a gold brick in front of her. He loved all of his gold, but he was tired of talking to one so brainwashed. He knew from experience that most hunters never changed, and always were bloodthirsty for their kind. Hopefully she'd leave, though."Go. Take that, buy new lives and a couple years' worth of food, and stop killing things for awhile," Nagrom said quietly, his finger returning to normal. He knew she'd probably test him and try and attack him at least once before leaving, but he felt that she had a good chance at leaving semi-quietly. However, how long would it be before he had to face her again? And what would her death do to his already fractured state of guilt?
((Oooh, would you want to do this thing where, like, they meet a few weeks later and she's in the middle of a kill and he might stop her or something? Just spewing an idea here before I decide what I want to do with this next post XD ))
((She could try and kill him again... Or yeah, the other thing.))
((What would he do if she tried to kill him again? o.o ))
((Probably get REALLY, REALLY pissed. Like, he'd switch over into his LIGHTNING mode, which he finds a bit tough to control.))
((Ooh, that sounds interesting... Would you want to do that right now in the dorm or several days later?))
((I don't really want to blow up his dorm, but now might be better if she's still uncertain about his moral compass. Knowing Nagrom, he'll be trying to tell her to go away while his lightning tries to kill her.))
((Okay, sounds good ^_^ Next post or so, I'll pull that.))In all honesty, Raylin honestly hadn't expected him to let her go free like this. She'd been expecting him to just let her sit there, only releasing her when she was unconscious or when she had, I don't know, stopped breathing. However, that hadn't happened. Instead of being incinerated or fried where she
Big mistake. Huge mistake. The moment that he wrists were unbound, Raylin huffed, her foot already lashing out to make a blow to his chest. If he was quick, there was a chance that he could catch her leg in midaction, but Raylin doubted he was capable of such things. He was no hunter; he was a pampered prince and the chances of him pulling something such as that was no likely in the slightest. It was almost the same chance as her leaving quietly, and they both had known that wasn't going to happen.
Nagrom's hand wrapped around her ankle, stopping her foot in an instant. "If you thought that I was just some pampered prince, you were wrong. Royalty among my race of dragons are supposed to be the most elite fighters we have. And you've made a large mistake," he growled, making a light wave with his arm. And with his natural dragon strength, it sent her cracking into the opposite wall. He swiped up the golden brick and took a bite out of it, then threw it back, swallowing it to gain extra power. He was pissed.He hated it when people couldn't accept a warning. When they couldn't take someone's kindness for what it was. Hell, he couldn't kill with kindness even if it was a sword, it seemed. When he turned to rage, however, people died quite often. His eyes swirling into a feral yellow. The ozone in the room began to burn. Something was changing, quick.
Raylin had been prepared for something like that. The moment that his hands clamped down on her ankle, she braced herself, ready for the blow he was about to make. His words flowed into her thoughts quickly before she attempted to shake her head. He was obviously either a mind reader or really good at guessing other people's thoughts for nothing seemed to be a secret around him. This surprise attack hadn't worked and all the little ideas that came into her head were soon brought to light by his own words. The thought that he could be so good with understanding her was ominous for the hunter girl. She didn't like the sound of such things.However, Raylin hardly had time to contemplate this as the moment that she went to open her mouth, he'd shoved her back, her head hitting the wall with startling force. But as said before, she'd been prepared for something like this. She would have been an idiot not to see it coming. The moment that her head hit the wall and little spots formed in her vision, she forced herself to stay conscious. Losing this time wasn't an option. Breathing out with heavy releases of air, she glanced up to see something changing within him, a powerful sense that she'd never seen before. Her eyes were locked on him as she watched, preparing herself to make a move at any time; she never knew when he might strike.
Nagrom growled low in his throat, preparing to attack. But first, he thought he could at least warn her. He tilt his head back and started to suck in air. Soon, however, little streams of electricity from all of the devices around the room started streaming into his mouth. He wasn't sure if what he was doing was a good idea, but he didn't really care all that much. She'd crossed too many lines too quickly. Obviously, she wasn't going to give up.After all of the batteries in his clocks were dead, the TV off from lack of power, and the lights dimmed, Nagrom closed his mouth and looked down to where she was. Then, he got ready for something she'd know well. A breath attack. It wasn't the quickest attack he could use, but it was one of the most devastating, and she had no real means of avoiding it in the enclosed space. "Roar of the..." he started, electricity crackling around him.
(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8de2pw... ))
Raylin didn't care if there was space to move of not; she was still moving. Her eyes had gone alit as the lights burst and the television went black due to the power surge that he had manifested. This was not good, she could see that. In her eyes, the reflection of the attack was visible, though Raylin had enough knowledge to know what was coming next. Though she'd never seen something as drastic or powerful as this, she'd been attacked with electricity based attacks. Every once in a while, one of those rare electricity elementals would come along, threatening to shock their opponent with electrical blasts. Raylin had always hated to be hit with electricity.This time was no different. The moment that he started to speak, she pressed her back against the wall, eyes immediately closing. Electricity was one thing she really couldn't stand being hit with. It was truly awful. So when he threatened to use this attack, she attempted to move. However, she only got as far as the confinements of the room would allow her to. Guess this wasn't going to end well.
"LIGHTNING DRAGON!" Nagrom finished, aiming directly above her head, to give a slim chance of escape. The blast of concentrated energy blasted a smoldering hole in the wall, giving a perfect view of the tops of trees it had vaporized, as well. He wasn't holding back, but, then again, he wasn't able to. His lightning mode was one of the hardest to control, and it wasn't easy to pull punches.
The only thing that Raylin could think to do was hope for the best. She hadn't ever counted on screaming. However, the moment that the blast of electricity hit the wall beside her, the sound pierced her lips, resulting in a frightened look in her eyes. Though, none so could tell as her eyes were covered by her own two hands, unwilling to draw herself from whatever the hell was happening behind her. She was fearful of all this, but she didn't even want her target to see it. She'd always thought that if anyone saw your fear, that meant you were weak and that this wouldn't go over well for you. This was how she felt now as she kept to where she was, almost hitting the floor in her little panic. Oh yes, she was definitely not doing well with this whole electrical surge thing.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Dorm," Nagrom hissed, stepping towards her with each word. He didn't like being this monster of power and rage, but she'd forced it upon him when she refused his generosity. He had been beaten into a life filled with only violence, and little diplomacy. He had to master both, but so far, no one ever took the diplomatic way out. It was only pain and suffering that satisfied most. He didn't understand it. He always offered a way out, but no one ever took it. Prideful little beasts.
((Just based on your status... Are you done here? It's cool if you are, I guess, but I'd like to know in advance.))
((Kind of yeah. Please don't hate me >.< I just... I don't know. I think I put too much on my plate for me to handle right now. I'm super sorry. I feel really bad.))
((It's cool. I'll just finish it in my head. *Raylin's head explodes*Done!
*sigh*))
((If you ever do want to continue, just post.))
If he wasn't expendable, then what was she? If he was so high and mighty, did that make her lesser than him? These were the questions that Raylin somehow always found herself asking. These supernaturals, they'd always thought themselves to be superior to the likes of humans, that they could make them subject to their will no matter what they wanted them to do. They'd always believed that the human race was no more than something that could be picked up or thrown away, never stopping to consider that maybe they might want to be the better of the other species. That maybe they could be powerful too.
But that was a fool's hope; Raylin knew that. However, she'd always tried to live up to that, tried to fight the oppression that was put upon by her people. That had always been the main battle that she'd been fighting: proving herself to both her family and the world. So when Nagrom threatened her, her first instinct was to rebel against it. Who was he to try and murder her like this? So what if he was the future king of his kind? So what if he was a dragon that would have more power than she ever could? That didn't matter to her. All that mattered was getting even. Or at least, that was what she wanted to think.
The more that Raylin stayed seated and the longer his fire flickered there in front of her, the more she started to feel the danger he was putting her in. She wasn't indestructible. She wasn't immortal. Just like any other human in the entire world, she could die from something like this, and he knew it. Nagrom knew what he was doing and she could see it in his eyes, that look that he would actually do it. Maybe he wasn't as soft as she'd thought him to be.
When her head could no longer turn to the side and when she could no longer take the heat from the fire nor the sight of the smoke that was beginning to waft up, Raylin finally broke. "Stop. Please stop." Her eyes were focused on his, trying not to let the dread she was feeling show. Yet all she could think about was how weak she was. She hated being human.