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Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Colt was traveling down the road, keeping an ear out for anything in the surrounding forest but eventually just shut it out as he concentrated on where he would stop and make camp. The map he was holding said there was a town just a few miles to the east so he decides to cut through the thick trees. It's dangerous, yes, but he needed to get somewhere before the sun fell and brought out the real nasty creatures who hated the sunlight. Not so much as a vampire type creature, but ones that were just hyper sensitive to the heat of the sun. They would come out on cloudy days but never on a sunny day. Eventually Colt stops to put on a mask and hat since the buts were abundant in the forest. Once he has the mask on he lights a cigar, the smoke keeping the buts away for the most part before he begins walking again. Due to the hole he cut in the mask he was able to enjoy the cigar and keep the bugs away at the same time. Upon coming up to the road he was traveling to he could hear car doors slam shut and a scream before that. Coming up to the clearing he can see a woman on the ground with a wolf, well half dead wolf with rotting flesh snapping at her as he circles and the other wolf going for her throat. Slowly, and quietly the man drops to one knee, taking his camping bag off and taking out a scope that attacked to his .357 long barrel. It was a quick connect before he takes aim, waiting for the woman to give one more push before he takes his shot. The bullet seems to move slowly as it flies through the air and eventually catches the wolf in the front of the neck and comes out of the back, severing the spin. With that wolf out of the way the other turns to look at Colt and makes a charge. Of course it was a last ditch effort for the wolf as he leaps into the air, just in time for Colt to stand and take out his machete. It was as if the wolf saw what was coming next as Colt swings the blade, and what passes him wasn't a whole wolf, but a body and a head that hits the ground behind Colt. The large man soon holsters his gear and grabs his bag as he steps out of the last couple feet of bushes and looks towards the three Jeeps. Lighting up his cigar again he look towards the woman on the ground. Looks as if you could use a bit of a wash. He points out since there was a bit of blood on her. Need help up? He asks as stands over her, offering his hand to the woman. Of course from this angle Colt must seem like a giant, standing at 6'5 he was large even when standing next to him, let alone laying down while he is standing over you.
Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Tara fought with the wolf, both hands against it as she tried to keep it from severing her throat. She pushed it as far as she could, before it went limp in her hands. Her eyes widened, and in the time it took her to get the corpse off her body, a giant man was standing over her. She grinned up at him as the other wolves took off, searching for easier prey. She took his hand, and after being helped up, smirked up at him. Well, didn't you show up at the perfect time? Her voice was softly accented, but to her, like all native Coloradoans, she didn't have an accent. Thanks for the help. I would have been wolf meat had you not shown up. Trev isn't a good shot, and Mark was already inside their jeep... sorry for the spiel, adrenaline rush and all. I'm Tara, ya know the twins, bunch of bozos, and James and Nicole... Tara could feel herself talk, but couldn't stop herself. It was always like this, after a near death experience, she just couldn't shut her mouth. And she was probably annoying the great behemoth who had come to rescue her. Her own eyes trailed up and down his body, and she was immediately attracted. She had always been attracted to the big guys, and he was one Fine specimen. She finally got her mouth under control, taking a deep breath and stepping away from him, leaning back against the jeep behind her. James approached, introducing himself to the guy, and then asking his name, a slight frown on his face at Tara's outspokenness. She simply smirked and tilted her head at him. A whistle from her caused her furry little friend to appear from the wheel-well of the jeep and climb up her leg, wrapping itself around the empty holster, as she realized her gun was missing.
Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Colt looks at James and holds off introducing himself before he takes off his cap then yanks off his mask. You can call me Colt, not really a need to share a last name since they're useless nowadays. Colt shares before putting his camp bag down. There's a town up the road. I was crossing through the trees so I could get there faster. Lucky that I came across you guys. He explains while looking at the woman. You might want to get that blood washed off you before it soaks through your skin, I don't think you'll turn into anything but it could make you very sick. Once he talks to Tara he turns back to James. I could use a ride to the town if you're heading that way. You all might need to lay low there too since the sun is about to go down. I don't think I need to tell all of you about the creatures that come out at night. It's probably best to find a shop or house there to fortify. Colt looks over under the SUV before walking over and grabbing a gun that was under it. Is this yours? He asks, handing it back to Tara before picking up his bag. Shall we get moving? We have maybe two hours before the sun is down. Colt pulls back his jacket sleeve, looking at his watch. He nods at his assumption that the sun is going down soon before looking back at the two in front of him.
Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Tara nodded, taking the gun from him, and putting it back into it's holster, the ferret crawling up her arm to sit on her forearm. It sniffed her chest, and wrinkled it's nose. You can either hop in with me, or the twins... although it might be a bit cramped for you in the back seat. She said as she slipped around the back of her jeep and opened it, pulling out a jug of alcohol. She took a rag and washed herself, stripping off her shirt and throwing it away from her. She slipped into another shirt, mid-drift also, a one shouldered green shirt, and then closed the jeep. She slipped into her jeep, yawning as James told Colt to join Tara, and then got into his. The passenger door opened, and Tara watched as Colt got in, before starting the car and following James. She looked out the back window, to make sure the twins were following her, before settling down in the jeep, relaxing. She knew she had about an hour before the adrenaline would drain, and she would be exhausted. So, what's your story Colt? She asked, about fifteen minutes into the silent ride. She kept taking short glances out of the side of her eyes, watching him. Her ferret lay in her lap, staring him down, it's four eyes slitted as it watched him.
Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Colt sat in the passenger seat and fell silent before being asked about his story. He just shrugs since it was ten years ago when he had a story, now it's just a day to day survival campaign. My story huh? Ten years ago I was a football prospect, I was going to play college ball then professional. As you know the world went to Hell and for the last ten years I have been traveling, trying to find the right place to settle down. I've been from fortified towns to tent cities and they have all either fallen to the mutants or I have been kicked out for challenging authority. It's no surprise that the people who so call build these towns are always full of themselves and often turn into a dictator. Colt just shrugs as he relaxes into the seat. ' I have spent what was supposed to be my best years fighting for my life and getting blood on my hands almost everyday. Though I'm sure you have a story that is similar after the day the world went to Hell. But, I've survived this long so I must be doing something right. He adds before reaching into one of the pockets on his pants leg and pulls out a small pack of crackers. Taking one out he holds it out in front of the ferret, hopefully the gesture shows he is a friend and now an enemy.
Thread: Hell of a Wasteland (ApocalypticPlayer-Kiandra_Black)

Tara smiled at him, his story sounding a lot like hers. Her eyes widened as he offered a cracker to the ferret, and warned, Careful. He's unpredictable at best. You might lose a hand. Her warning caused the ferret to chitter angrily up at her, before taking the cracker politely from his hand. Tara simply smirked, before the ferret, deciding that what she had said was true, snapped at his hand, making sure to close his teeth over air close enough that Colt felt the wind it generated. She chuckled, lightly swatting the ferret's head, saying, Brat. Behave, or you won't get any meat tonight. The ferret curled in her lap, and began chewing on the cracker, glancing up at the two every so often. My story is about the same, although, I was born in Colorado. I was in track, and I was about to start college when the first reports of the infection started. Life went to hell after that... As you well know. My parents were killed, and I had no way of contracting my older brother, so who knows where he is, if he's survived at all. I found Nicole hiding out, and we got the twins a couple months later... then James found us, and the twins got us the jeeps. The rest is history. We've traveled around since then. She grew quiet as James' jeep slowed down, then came to a stop.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

Alone. That's all she was and ever could hope to be. Even here, in the dank, pitch-black depths of the keep, not even the occasional rat dared to set foot on the hard-packing dirt floor on which she currently occupied. Isolated from all other sentience, the dragoness lay prone, blissfully free from the oppressive solitude in her absent dreams, if only temporarily. If there was any light by which to see, her iridescent blue, green, and black scales would have appeared flat and dull, far lacking from their usual appearance of sapphire, emerald, and obsidian. Instead they were dusted by the grime in which she presently lay prone and had been every day over the last several weeks. As miserable as her entire two decades of existence had been, her current life was infinitely far from ideal. Even though she had never met any of her kin, even though she had always been alone, forced to fend for herself, she was never prepared to live as a fugitive. As an adolescent she had spent her years seeking out any remnants of her society, and had indeed found artifacts, albeit not other dragons. No living dragons, anyway. Consequently she had taught herself to be wary, if not hateful of the humans she found mentioned in one relic after another, despite her lack of personal experience with such. That is, until just a couple months prior. With her heart now thorough hardened against the extinguishers of not just her race, but entire species, she found herself both enraged and terrified by her situation. As an individual, young dragoness, she did not yet possess the means to defend herself from any great assault by the humans, and she didn't dare seek refuge with any other race, having no reason to trust them either. Now all she could do was cower in seclusion, and although she wasn't any stranger to the latter, she was humiliated by the former, but had not yet seen any other option given her predicament as the last remaining dragon. In the meantime, her refuge in sleep was interrupted. Something could be heard faintly echoing through the stone ruins above- something far bigger than a mere rat. Violet eyes now wide open, she promptly stood, shaking what little loose dust and dirt she could from her wings in violent gusts, unintentionally sending reciprocal echoes back up through the castle, before pausing in order to listen to and identify the intruder.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

These last few weeks had not been particularly kind to a young bard named Allen Ruccus, the last city he visited he made quite a bit of coin in the local tavern but somehow wound up on the wrong side of the local lord. Allen had no idea how he was supposed to know that his daughter had been pretending to be a common maiden, nor that she would be utterly entranced by his music. Shaking his head the man muttered to himself as he continued through the hallow chambers of what looked like an old castle. Allen was hoping to find some treasure that past plunderers had missed, anything that might let him barter for a ride to another city, far away from the one he was currently set up in. Allen hated to skulk around these old places, even if this castle was in fairly good shape, he still didn't like how hallow and empty it seemed. Allen himself was a striking young man, in his mid twenties he had a lean and trained build with a sort of grace that followed him as he moved. He wore a simple leather traveler's outfit, a soft cotton shirt under a thick vest filled with pockets and of course pants to protect his legs from the various sharp rocks he had to climb. He was not overly handsome, in fact Allen was a little on the plain side, with short brown hair and a lightly sunburned face, if not for the lute and small sword he carried he could easily be mistaken for a farmer. However the man had a golden voice and a silver tongue, when paired he could make the most snooty noble see him as a prince...if he hadn't seduced their daughters that is. The bard spent his life bouncing from town to town, city to city, never setting down roots long enough to keep him anyplace. Truth be told he was getting a bit tired of it, Allen was looking for just the right place where he could settle down, perhaps run into a lonely baroness and charm her into marrying him, then he would be set for life. Of course first he had to live that long and with a low sigh the man continued his way through the old castle, his eyes scanning for hint of valuables.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

As the dragoness stood completely still in the dark with only her deep inhalations and exhalations providing disruption, the echoes from above grew more and more clear as the seconds passed. Distinctly some sort of shuffling footsteps, horrid realization washed over her. The absence of clacking suggested no claws or hoofs and the beat was clearly not that of a quadruped. The final deciding factor was the faint whiff of human sweat, with which she had only recently become acquainted, reaching her nostrils. There only seemed to be a single human. But even just an individual, should it catch wind of her presence if it wasn't already aware of such, would be perfectly capable of sending an army after her if it escaping alive. Of course she could simply take the chance that it didn't yet know she was here, but the risk of such was exorbitant compared to the option of simply preemptively killing it. With the latter scheme in mind, she slunk through the dirt and up the wide stairwell, unable to prevent announcing herself via the sharp clattering of her claws and rustle of wings against stone. She cared little about whether or not the intruder was armed, as most singular humans would have stood no chance against her despite her still far from maximum size. Even if they were properly armored and equipped with adequately fatal weaponry, roasting one man would pose little challenge. However, she wasn't at a complete advantage. Her size was not exactly suitable for an unfortunate amount of side corridors, tunnels, and rooms, so even if it would be easy to eviscerate the trespasser, merely getting in reach was not guaranteed.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

So far the trip seemed like a bust, the castle didn't have any sort of markings that might indicate it was holding wealth of any sort. So far the man had also seen no evidence of monsters lurking about, which was a good thing as Allen worried what he might step on in the darkness of the castle. The bard paused for a moment as he realized that it would only get darker from here on out, Allen did have pretty good night-vision, he was forced to train his eyes this way as he didn't trust using a torch which would alert every monster in the entire complex. With a sigh Allen was about to move onwards when he heard something odd, the flatter of something on stone and the distinct sound of something else sliding over the stone walls. Shit... Allen cursed under his breath, chances were good it was just a couple of bats of an over-sized lizard making their home in the old castle, but Allen was not about to gamble his own life. he turned and began to run as fast as he could manage, rushing through the halls of the castle as he tried to remember what twists and turns he made in his way in.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

Unfortunately, the human started to run well before she had gotten near enough to bother letting loose gouts of flame. Chasing after the pest's pounding feet and heaving chest, it wasn't hard to keep track of. The trick would be catching up to the human before it escaped, given that the use of fire outdoors wouldn't likely go unnoticed for long due to the presence of the very much flammable woodland, of which would have been too thick to easily maneuver anyway. So, all she could hope for was for the human to be sufficiently slow or clumsy, or witless enough to trap itself in an easily accessible dead-end. After rounding a particular corner, the dragoness managed to catch a momentary glimpse of the intruder. Of what little exposure she'd had to humans, both physically and culturally, she still managed to make an assumption about 'his' gender from his clothing, hair, and scent, not that she was certain by any means. As focused as she should have been on the task at hand, her mind started to wander, not so unlike the minds of females of other particular species. She had been thinking of this intruder as a mere pest, another filthy creature she'd prefer to see dead, but given it's, or quite possibly 'his' supposed sentience, another solution to the situation came to mind. Why not simply use him for information about humans and the extinction of her species. That posed a new challenge, however how to go about capturing him alive. Considering that it was unlikely to worsen the situation and that she saw no other alternatives, she scrabbled against the stone floor and walls, seeking purchase in order to stop herself in her tracks before releasing a near deafening roar. Halt!
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

One word, it was only one word yet it was about to change Allen's entire life, in ways he would never be able to predict. When he heard the booming call the bard tripped, crashing down to the stone floor and landing with enough force to take the air from his lungs. Gasping for breath the young man sat up, rubbing his chest as he managed to slowly recover from the hit he took. There was no way he would be able to outrun the monster now, though if he wasn't hallucinating it did speak and if it could understand him perhaps the bard stood a chance of talking his way out of this situation. Breathing hard Allen peered into the darkness as he sat there I am sorry for intruding. I was looking for treasure. I am just a poor bard with no home or place to live. I can only offer you song as I have but a few coins to my name. first he had too seem humble and the truth would aid him in that regard.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

Unexpectedly rewarded by her efforts, as evident by the absence of pounding feet, the dragoness smirked as she strode over to the human. Still partially cloaked in shadow, she stepped into view, only her sleek silhouette clear in the dim lighting. She growled under her breath in response, glaring. There's no treasure here. And I could care less for what little you possess or your silly songs. Pacing her way up to the man, still seated on the ground, she craned her neck downward so that they were eye to eye. Unless, perhaps, some of those songs of yours contain pertinent information. Tell me, why should I not kill you here and now? She in no way appreciated his obsequious tone, but at least his apparent will to live would hopefully better ensure his cooperation. What I do want, however, is information. About both my dead ancestors and you, the humans that killed them. Speaking of which, her minded wandered back to her earlier observation, Are you a male? I never had the means to learn the physiology of- In a singular glorious, horrid moment, she had an idea, prompted by her own interest in her detainee's gender, an idea so overwhelming she interrupted her own statement. This new vague notion was both completely and utterly disgusting, but it was inspiring, it gave her hope. But that did not mean that she was at all yet ready or willing to pursue it. Given that she never had the chance to learn about nor experiment with anything related to the process, her understanding of reproduction was extraordinarily limited- little beyond mere instinct. And as unnatural and immoral as the concept of dragon-human hybrids seemed, the dragoness was fully aware that it was very much possible. At least according to the ancient mythologies of her kin she had once long ago gotten the chance to read. How about we make a deal. I will allow you live on the conditions that you never leave and that your musical talents and any other areas of expertise are completely at my disposal. She lacked any desire to keep the human alive in the long-term, but was very much willing at least consider taking advantage of him to the greatest extent possible before disposing of him.
Thread: Dragon Pride (Korax & Chiroptera)

Allen could not believe what he was seeing right now. He was standing, or rather sitting, before a creature said to no longer exist, a dragon who were said to be nothing more than the fodder found in stories told by old knights and mages. The bard could not believe his luck, not only had he been caught by a monster, but it was one that was said to be extinct. It would make a hell of a story if the man had lived any longer, in fact Allen was more than slightly annoyed that he would not get to tell this tale, certainly it would have wooed more than a few bard maids. Then he realized that the beast was speaking, to him, it's voice had a very odd sing-song quality to it, the bard wondered if the beats was indeed female but that was impossible to be sure of. After all, for all he knew male dragons had such a voice and the females blared their words out like knight captains. The bard focused on the dragon's words and realized that she wanted to keep him as a pet, thinking about it he realized that she was no doubt rather lonely and perhaps if he played caged-canary long enough she might let him go or at least decide not to eat him. My name is Allen Ruccus. He said slowly as he sat up a bit more I don't seem to have much choice in the matter but I will be your servant. he paused for a moment and added I can sing songs of dragons history, of human history and a few things I picked up of other races and monsters. Bards are supposed to keep track of said history even when books and texts fail. But our job is also to weave lovely tones that are pleasing to the ears. he flashed her a smile and said with a gamble But my you are a pretty creature. The stories never quite caught the glory and splendor of dragons. he then slowly reached down to his side and took the hilted blade off his hip before placing it on the ground in a bid ti gain trust. Taking in a breath the man then stated I am a man or male by the way. I'm not sure what it matters but I do know the male and female form rather well and can explain the details to you if you are curious about our forms. at that moment Allen was in his element, working with the odd deal she had given him and looking to see if he could sweeten it a bit with that silver tongue.