Thread: Dragon's Blood (WhiteTiger & Xeo-wizzard)

Gareth Goleuo, son of Dweud Last of the Silver Dragons, Masters of Lightning and Magic As Gareth burst through the canopy of clouds sunlight flooded him with warmth. He was excited to be home and eager to see his family again. He had anticipated his return through the long trip home, the images of his family's welcome already played through his mind. His mother would be the first to know through her intuition. Her joy and relief at his safe return would play out long before his wings would be seen on the horizon. With the The Goleuo clan crest tied between his horns he would decend triumphant upon the family nesting grounds. His father would swell with pride at the sight of his eldest son's success, his brother would greet him with playful headbutts as he stretched himself up trying to make himself look as tall as his older brother. His yearling sisters would screech with excitement as they chased each other in circles around him and occasionally nipped at his legs and tail to get his attention. This pleasant image of reunion with his family would soon be dashed to pieces. As he approached his home he quickly realized that something was wrong. A group of Pedwar clan dragons surrounded his family's home, their red scales gleaming harshly against the grey mountainside. As he quickened his pace he felt a sudden pang of fear, he saw his father in the center of the Pedwar clan members. In a blink the angry red dragons lunged forward, ripping and tearing without mercy. Gareth's heart skipped a beat as the horrible events ahead of him continued. The murderous Pedwars turned their attention to his mother as she tried desperately to shield Gareth's young sisters from harm. Two of the younger Pedwars filled with bloodlust leaped for his mother's exposed neck, but in a blinding flurry of silver and talons his younger brother appeared in defense of his mother. His wild and furious slashing was enough to fend off three more of the younger Pedwars, but to Gareth's horror an elder Pedwar charged blindly forward and trampled his brother beneath him. Gareth felt his building rage fill the very air around him as storm clouds began filling the skies. He dove angirly toward the ground as his mother was pushed back to the opening of their home. His sisters scampered into the shelter of the cave, cowering in the darkest corners of their home and shook with absolute fear. The Pedwars pushed forward again forcing his mother to slash desperately at her attackers. In an act of desperation she shot upwards catching her attackers off guard. This sudden movement left the cave unguarded leading three fireballs into the open cave. Gareth felt his mind snap as the terrified screams of his sisters revirbirated through his head. His mother continued to claw in desperation at her attackers, but It was obvious she had no strength left to fight. A pair of red flashes appeared behind her and before she could react the merciless agressors had savaged her wings sending her crashing defensless to the ground. Gareth channeled his rage into the angry storm clouds and dove through the sea of red wings arriving just in time to push the tide of red away from his mother. A massive bolt of lightning followed his decent and exploded around Gareth and his mother scattering the tide of crimson claws into a panicked retreat. The visions of his dead family flashed through his clouds in his mind as anger blinded him to the danger he was in. The world had slowed around him and he charged forward posessed by rage. His strikes seemed slow and methodical in this strange reality. He dodged the enemy attacks with ease, their bloodthirsty slashes were far too slow. The shock had pushed him the brink of sanity and he began to laugh hysterically as he landed savage strikes upon the enemy with inexplicable efficiency. His mother's voice brought him back to reality. Her cries sounded distant at first, but once his sluggish brain understood what he heard the world snapped into place. Free of the bloodlust trance he quickly realized what extreme danger facing him. Gareth dodged jets of angry flame and flurries of talons. As he turned toward his mother a streak of red caught him off guard. He moved at the last moment but the talon found him, a deep gouge stretching from his scaly chest down his belly had narrowly missed his femoral artery. His mother's screams became frantic at the sight of his injury. Gareth get out of here! You are are the last Goleuo! You are my only hope! Fly away! GO NOW! Her words pushed him fully back to reality. As his mother disappeared beneath the furious slashing of twenty red claws Gareth shot upward, tears mixing with the torrent of rain that drenched the roost he had once called home. Several of the his enemies attempted to follow him, but in the heavy rain their fire was useless. Gareth's rage flared once again, It was obvious the blood-drunk Pedwars would stop at nothing. He felt a surge of pure hatred as he pulled the electricity from the looming storm clouds and released it in a blinding fury of lightning. He channeled his anguish into every bolt, in a few short seconds he was the only dragon in the sky. Gareth beat his wings fiercly through the night as his greif began to grow heavier on his heart. He remembered visiting the golden Aur clan as a youngling and thought he might be able to find sancuary among old friends. As he approached the Italian coast however he was chased away. The former allies scorned him, calling him a murderer and traitor. Gareth felt grief and anger encompass his mind. His family had been murdered in cold blood. Fellow clans had betrayed him twice and now he had nowhere to call home. Defeated, he drifted south across the African continent until he crashed to the ground from exhaustion. He plodded along a vast plain dragging his aching wings behind him. Gareth headed toward a range of mountains hoping to find shelter. A herd of antelope had stopped to drink from a stream ahead. The sound of water awakened the pangs of thirst and hunger within him. He rushed forward to lap greeedily at the cool water. When he had sated his thirst he lifted his head to a curious scene. The herd of antelope stood still around him, the sight of a dragon had frozen them with fear. Gareth almost laughed as he thought Stupid animals., his current state of brooding had twisted his mind to dark and cynical humor. He tore eagerly into the frozen prey, devouring six of them before the herd bolted, the attack somehow freeing them of paralysis. Unknown to Gareth, a shephard boy resting nearby had been watching the hasty meal. At first the boy thought it must be the sunset playing with his eyes, but once he realized what he saw was real he slowly felt his body succumb the the same terror that gripped the Antelope. His mind screamed for him to run but no matter how much he willed his body to move his muscles refused to move. The monster finished its meal and washed itself in the stream before spreading its huge wings and flying toward the mountains. When the it's terrible wings had faded into the distance the boy felt fear release him. He remained still for several minutes trying to recover from shock and disbelief. When his senses finally returned he found himself bolting up and running faster that he had ever run before. He could make out the distant lights of his village in the twilight. A few minutes later he would rush into the cheif's home breathless and full of fright. Children were known to tell tales, but when the elders saw the look of horror in the boys eyes they realized some part of his story must be true. Meanwhile the boy's heard of goats wandered into the open field, several of them curiously nuzzling the large scores Gareth's wings had carved into the soft ground.