Posts by Wyrm of Dragonclan

Wyrm shook her head, not wanting to remember this memory, but it came anyway.

Wyrm watched as slowly, but surly, her side was pushing back the dark dragons. Until He came. The leader of them all, the dragon of death himself, Malice. He came with no warning, swooping down and killing her fellow comrades. "Wyrm watch out" said Flame, pushing her aside from Malice, who swooped down. The two best friends stared as he touched the ground. "Well, what do we have here? I've heard a lot about you Wyrm... how your descended from a purple dragon, and that you wiped out a good bit of my army a month ago. And now you get the pleasure of being killed... by me" he said with his voice full of malice. Flame growled, stepping in front of Wyrm as if to show he would protect his friend at any cost. "And what's this? A fly that refuses to buzz off? Silly fly, don't you know that flys who don't buzz off get KILLED!" He swooped down, aiming for a death blow at the fire dragon. He barely dodged, but ended up getting smacked by one of his wings, which had various sharp gems in it, leaving long scratches. Malice licked the blood off his wing. "Hm... Thought so. Your blood isn't even worth feeding on. Well then, I guess I'll just have to settle on killing you painfully." Wyrm watched this, shocked by Malice's power. She seemed frozen on the spot, as she watched her friend battle this evil dragon, and losing at that. Every time Flame dodged an attack, Malice seemed one step ahead, as he sliced the dragon with his claws, taking his time killing him. He then managed to grab Flame's throat. "Wyrm... RUN" Flame roared, as Malice squired his neck. A pop sound was heard, and Malice threw him by Wyrm. She went over to him and sniffed, probing his body with her paws, begging silently for him to wake up. But she already knew, she had seen the eyes of death before in the war. "And the sad part is you didn't even try to save him" said Malice as he came closer to her. He reached a paw in the air, getting ready to strike Wyrm, when a shard of ice came and hit his hand. He looked over to see who did it, and was surprise to see the army of the good dragons all lined up. While he was wasting time torturing lame and Wyrm, they had finished off the last of the dark dragon waves. "Charge" said the ice dragon at the front, and they are charged, powering up their breaths. Malice growled with a smile, eager to get the slaughter feast on. Even with the large number of dragons, they still had on chance, and Wyrm was forced to watch her comrades get killed one after the other. Eventually, she couldn't take it, and with tears falling from her eyes, she flew away while Malice was distracted. She flew for days, not stopping even when she knew she had to. Eventually she passed out, falling into a lake and waking up to find herself in a human village.

Wyrm shook her head, trying to bury the old memories back into her mind. She decided on going to bed early, to try and dream away those memories hoping they would not invaid her dream.

OOC: And Wyrm is having a nightmare!

IC: Wyrm's dream was pleasant. She was in Dragonclan's camp, just talking to her fellow clanmates. Then, the sky turned black. She looked up, and heard a scream. Turning her gaze back, she gasped as she saw an abandoned camp. She heard a laughter, and turned around, gasping. The dragon that had destroyed her life before, was standing in front of her. "Malice" she growled, saying his name like poison. "So, your now living with other abominations like you" said Malice, looking around. "You should know my prey never gets away from me. Soon, I will come back for you, and I will kill every 'cagon' in Dragonclan. So, enjoy your last days."

Wyrm woke up yowling in her private den, covered in sweat. She looked around, now thankful that her den was too far up for anyone from camp to hear. She breathed slowly, trying to get her racing heart to slow down, her eyes wide opened in fear. She didn't doubt that Malice had appeared in her dream just now, and that his threat was not real. She got up and went to the opening of the cave that was her den, high above the camp. She looked at the valley that was her home. She sat down, and feared for everyone's safety.

The red dragon Malice was in a dark forest talking to someone. "So, it's agreed" he said to the stranger concealed in shadows. "Yes. The Dark Forest and your dragon army will combine forces, and we will take down Dragonclan once and for all!"

OOC: Sorry, Malice actually won't come right away. And for that stranger, whoever he is anyone can play as. It could even be one of there own characters! I just wanted to show that malice is combining his forces. Also, with Malice's dragons, anyone can play someone from his army. His army is made of other creatures beside dragons, but dragons make up a good part of his high-classed solders.

OOC: Yayz!

IC: Wyrm made her way down to camp using the tunnel system that lead to camp. The purple crystals shone dimly in the darkness, as Wyrm struggled to remember which tunnel lead ot camp.

OOC: Someone should PM him.

OOC: AHH! *throws Birdsun at him*

OOC: congrats. And sorry Machiro, that's what I do to stalkers (and because Birdsun's always breaking the fourth wall -_-)

ur welcome!

OOC: The fourth wall is the wall between us and our roleplaing world. Which Birdsun always breaks.

Wyrm closed her eyes again, letting her scenes adjust from the spirit world to the world of the living. As always, she felt light headed and woozy afterwards. She decided to rest before telling the others about what she discovered. Instead of flying to her private den, she went to the tunnel that lead to it. After a long walk, she passed out on her nest.

Wyrm wokee up, looking frighten. Malice had invaded her dreams again. She shook her head, pushing the dream to the back of her mind for now. She went down to camp to tell the others of what she learned about the disease.

OOC: loo, jerks here and there!

IC: Wyrm went up to the gorup of cats when she heard the word 'curse'. "I've done some research about this curse" she meowed. "And so far I only know of what cursed the cats, and what it might do."

"It's a dead cagon that made the curse" she meowed. "Which is strange, since the power to curse one from the grave is rare. I don't know exactly who it was, but whoever it was defiantly hated ether the whole clan or someone in it. And since it's a revenge type of curse, it might be a type of plague that can kill it's victim. That's what revenge cursed usually are anyway."

Wyrm looked at Ghostpaw, hwo left, She turned around, meowing in surprised when she saw the spike and scales on the tip of her tail was black. "You have got to be kidding me" the 400 year-old cagon replied

OOC: I think it's just something we can all add to. Oh, and Wyrm's infected as well! At least she has her own den... but then again, nobody hardly comes to visit her... Poor Wyrm :(

IC: Wyrm went to a clearing outside the camp to try and find a solution to the curse. After all, sometimes different elements can break a curse.

Wyrm roared in frustation one hour later. She had used a number of different breaths on the part of her tail that was now a very deep shade of red, almost black. And she has had little success. The only results she had was when she breathed black fire onto it, which only made it spread to the rest of her tail and some o her body, and the ends of her wings. She clawed the ground in frustration.

"Unless you can get rid of this curse, then no" she growled. After a moment, she apologized. "Sorry. I'm just worried about what this curse can do" And the fact that the most powerful dragon could show up at any moment and destroy us all, she thought.

"...I'd rather not talk about it" she meowed after a few second. "My past... to say the least, it isn't a happy tale."

OOC: Yayz!

IC: "Alright. But I warned you" she said, sitting down. "As you know, I'm not from Dragonclan. I come from a kingdom of dragons, who were known far and wide as a grand civilization. From the day I hatched, the elders treated me as a prodigy, since I was descended from the fabled purple dragon, who in myths holds unlimited potential. As soon as I could, I learned how to master different powers, and even discovered a few that no one ever thought existed. However, a power-hungry dragon by the name of Malice heard about this. He wanted the power that I had. So, he launched a war against my home. Him, and his army know as the Black Dragons, slaughtered anything and everything that got in their path. Whole villages would fall one after the other, and when battle came, it seemed impossible to win. It was then I was sent to the battlefield. After that, we gained the upper hand. Until Malice himself entered the battlefield. No one could stop him, not even our most powerful fighters. He enjoyed slaughtering others, even his own dragons weren't safe from him! He killed everyone I loved, and I fled from my home, out of fear. To this day, I wonder what would of happened if I had just stayed, and fought with my fellow dragons. And now it seems as if my past has caught up to me..."

Wyrm sigh, making her way back to her private den. She didn't go asleep, but she stared at the small pool in the middle of the cavern that was her den.

OOC: Lavay, who do you get to do your artwork?

IC: Wyrm was at the old dragon temple that was located in the mountains, which was probably the place she felt most at home. She had thought of moving into the temple, but for now had decided against it for a few reasons. She was now looking into a small, green pool that certain dragons; and cagons like herself, could see visions of other places, and even glimpses of the future. Sitting down, she stared into the green pool, concentrating on one thought. After an hour, she began to see something. Leaning in so that the glow of the seeing pool illuminated her face, she saw the Dragonclan camp on fire. Many of the cagons she knew were dead, with the remaining hunched over. Dragons and transparent, sinister cagons looked over them. On top of the fire rock was Malice, his gold armor glistering, and him licking his bloody claws. The vision ended right then, when he looked seemingly straight at Wyrm. She had backed away then, her cyan eyes glowing with fear. Shaking her head to clear herself of the fear, she decided she would have to tell Dragonstar... no, NIGHTSTAR, of what was to come. Turning away from the seeing pool, she raced to get to camp.