Post by Just Mo on Aug 13, 2016 21:50:34 GMT
Note: After this thread
This would mark the eighth night of the Festival. And this night wouldn't end, it would never end, not until Mo had accomplished what was necessary. He walked out of the hideout he and Lilith had built, turned around, and waved a hand. This magic was so incredible, using it felt like a joy, like a thrill. And Mo smiled as magic formed around the small prison-house, and it vanished, leaving nothing but a small crater in it's wake. No one would find his power source, he'd keep it safe, locked in another dimension with Lilith to keep it running. He'd not consider the boy Human anymore, not when abusing him and his powers like this. Besides, no living thing should have powers this great, only a deity deserved that power.
And so a deity Mo would become.
He snarled, and in one motion, turned into a Dragon, flying quickly into the sky, heading towards Baransu. It was a faint light in the distance, the last night of the Festival. Lanterns were cast into the sky, lights of all colours were lit to respect the dead, and the tower was glowing. A perfect target, Mo thought to himself, as he kept flying. The collar around his neck, growing with him, hummed obediently. And it's gentle purr was just too tempting to resist. Mo roared into the sky, an echoing cry, that carried with it a magic that stopped time around him. Even the wind stopped, trees below froze, and Mo moved through the air with ease, fast approaching Baransu. He slowed near the tower, surrounding himself with the small lanterns in the sky. His eyes flashed, time continued.
And the people of Baransu, looking up with joy at the colourful display of lanterns above them, suddenly saw the looming shadow of the ancient Dragon, eyes burning, wings a dark mass, as he glared down at them all. All noise stopped, only the gasps of breaths, and the rumble in Mo's stomach as he breathed in. Without a word, without mercy, Mo exhaled. And a torrent of purple flames unleashed down upon the square, licking across every surface, splashing up against houses, and engulfing the mass of people gathered to celebrate that final night. Screams ignited from the flames, but not many. Mo's roar muffled those who cried out, as his assault continued. He took many passes over the town, burning everything he could, until his eyes set upon the tower.
"What must I do, to make you see me." He growled, glancing up to the dark night sky, looking for her gaze. He hissed, landing, crushing homes as he stormed back towards the town centre. "Must I destroy? Must I invoke enough fear to be called an evil? Is breaking this world apart the only way to get your attention?" Mo asked, halting in front of Baransu tower, eyes staring through windows, seeing families and people cowering away inside, hoping the tower would give them some cover. Mo snarled, placing one arm against the tower. "Then so be it." He finished, and pushed. The Tower didn't take much more weight, already it's supports began to collapse. Mo let go, and flew back a few paces. In his maw, a ball of yellow flames began to grow, and grow, until it turned a violent red. Then he released it upon the slowly collapsing tower, throwing it into the side of the building Humanity had loved so much. The ball of flames, a destructive essence of Space magic, burnt through stone and metal and flesh, taking half of the tower with it, and leaving the upper half to quickly crash to the ground. Dust didn't settle, Mo wouldn't let it. He turned the dust into balls of matter, sharp and large and deadly, and then arched them through the sky to crash into random parts of the city. They whistled beautifully as they crushed the land, Mo admiring his work, then looking to the sky once more. Still dark, still uninterested in his display. The Dragon growled, and roared once more. Screams stopped, flames stopped dancing, the world paused as Mo moved on, leaving Baransu to bleed to death as he moved onto the next town, the collar around his neck humming with power.
This would mark the eighth night of the Festival. And this night wouldn't end, it would never end, not until Mo had accomplished what was necessary. He walked out of the hideout he and Lilith had built, turned around, and waved a hand. This magic was so incredible, using it felt like a joy, like a thrill. And Mo smiled as magic formed around the small prison-house, and it vanished, leaving nothing but a small crater in it's wake. No one would find his power source, he'd keep it safe, locked in another dimension with Lilith to keep it running. He'd not consider the boy Human anymore, not when abusing him and his powers like this. Besides, no living thing should have powers this great, only a deity deserved that power.
And so a deity Mo would become.
He snarled, and in one motion, turned into a Dragon, flying quickly into the sky, heading towards Baransu. It was a faint light in the distance, the last night of the Festival. Lanterns were cast into the sky, lights of all colours were lit to respect the dead, and the tower was glowing. A perfect target, Mo thought to himself, as he kept flying. The collar around his neck, growing with him, hummed obediently. And it's gentle purr was just too tempting to resist. Mo roared into the sky, an echoing cry, that carried with it a magic that stopped time around him. Even the wind stopped, trees below froze, and Mo moved through the air with ease, fast approaching Baransu. He slowed near the tower, surrounding himself with the small lanterns in the sky. His eyes flashed, time continued.
And the people of Baransu, looking up with joy at the colourful display of lanterns above them, suddenly saw the looming shadow of the ancient Dragon, eyes burning, wings a dark mass, as he glared down at them all. All noise stopped, only the gasps of breaths, and the rumble in Mo's stomach as he breathed in. Without a word, without mercy, Mo exhaled. And a torrent of purple flames unleashed down upon the square, licking across every surface, splashing up against houses, and engulfing the mass of people gathered to celebrate that final night. Screams ignited from the flames, but not many. Mo's roar muffled those who cried out, as his assault continued. He took many passes over the town, burning everything he could, until his eyes set upon the tower.
"What must I do, to make you see me." He growled, glancing up to the dark night sky, looking for her gaze. He hissed, landing, crushing homes as he stormed back towards the town centre. "Must I destroy? Must I invoke enough fear to be called an evil? Is breaking this world apart the only way to get your attention?" Mo asked, halting in front of Baransu tower, eyes staring through windows, seeing families and people cowering away inside, hoping the tower would give them some cover. Mo snarled, placing one arm against the tower. "Then so be it." He finished, and pushed. The Tower didn't take much more weight, already it's supports began to collapse. Mo let go, and flew back a few paces. In his maw, a ball of yellow flames began to grow, and grow, until it turned a violent red. Then he released it upon the slowly collapsing tower, throwing it into the side of the building Humanity had loved so much. The ball of flames, a destructive essence of Space magic, burnt through stone and metal and flesh, taking half of the tower with it, and leaving the upper half to quickly crash to the ground. Dust didn't settle, Mo wouldn't let it. He turned the dust into balls of matter, sharp and large and deadly, and then arched them through the sky to crash into random parts of the city. They whistled beautifully as they crushed the land, Mo admiring his work, then looking to the sky once more. Still dark, still uninterested in his display. The Dragon growled, and roared once more. Screams stopped, flames stopped dancing, the world paused as Mo moved on, leaving Baransu to bleed to death as he moved onto the next town, the collar around his neck humming with power.