Silent Murder

[Sangyne]

Chains pinned the massive creature to the floor. Her eyes closed, she trembled in rage. Her scales were burned away, all that was there was bone. Markings etched into the dragon's bones, a word and numbers etched into her shoulder plate on the left side, Nemisis66623. She growled, opening her eyes, the flooded red. Hissing she jerked her body upward, the chains groaning and straining against her force. She cracked her jaws open and screamed. She was all alone here. She felt him near...close. She had to have him beside her. She roared in fury, feeling something threaten him. Her leverage, her blood, her life! She wouldn't let it take him!

She screamed and jerked with a massive pull, the chains shattered and she was free. Her tail lashed, striking the ground, bringing up snow and dirt. She screamed again, shattering the sound barrier, she lept into the air, wings thundering at her sides a she took off... Hoping she could get to him in time. She could feel his life ebb away so slowly. She hurt, blood dripped from her throat, only a litle of it though. She felt his pain, she knew he would die if she didn't get to him in time....
And then she still might be too late.
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He sat on his knees, blood covered the snow, soaking it. Cuts crisscrossed his arms, legs, his body. He looked down at the ground, someone laughing above him. He clenched his hands, then looked up at the person who stood before him. Narrowing his eyes he tried to speak, and once he opened his mouth...
Blood scoured from his throat, soaking his shirt and jacket. A starnge gurdling sound came from his throat as he tried to scream in pain, he lunged, with the depserate attempt to live. The man backed up, looking down at him with a twisted smile as he writhed and screamed. Dieing slowly as dark green liquid dripped from the blade in the man's hand along with the other's blood.
Avyn Venom.

"Stop struggling.. It eill be over quucker.."
The other looked at him and attuned to his mind, You tracked me down and killed me! I'LL KILL YOU!
"We will see."
He turned, walked to his dragon and mounted the Dark red dragon. The dragon smiled, lifting its wings it leaped into the sky. The rider through the blade down to the other, right next to him. and the dragon took off.
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Sangyne screamed, she fell, craching into the ground, writhing in pain.. He was dieing! no..he was DEAD! She screamed, she tried to get up, but it hurt. Every movement an ache. He had died! She felt his presence, and then his voice..
I'm sorry.....
She whined and screamed. Why had he insisted on coming here? Why? The other had an advantage over him! WHY!? She screamed as he died, felt her ehart torn in two. She wanted it to end. But the pain only grew...
James was dead.

[Synile]

Thick, long rods pierced through her hide from chest to back, chains broken, shattered, lying across the floor with blood caked all over the metal shackles and chains. Blood pools soaked the floor, the crimson sheen rippling lights across the blood's surface, reflecting an image of the creature lurking inside the room. Breaths heaving, loosing their sync, the dying screams dead and lost, gone away forever. The fallen creature had dropped to her demise, her blood consuming her body, death's grip closed on and clung. Never to let go. Her eyes dying away with a death-white, a glossy color of haze engulfing both eyes. Her body lied limp, motionless, only her breathing giving away her life. She was dying and there was nothing he could do. Nor her. Tilting her head to the side, trying to keep it angled with her rider's face, she tried so hard to stay alive to hear and kindle his very words of embrace. But, she couldn't hold on forever. And not for long. A weak smile bloomed on her face, but it was no enough to clear away the welling tears in his eyes and the sadness of looming solemn in his very face. She did all she could, trying to make the situation better than it being worse. Loosing her was like him loosing everything. He couldn't lose the one thing he called his vessel, leverage, a monster of choice, a mother, companion, and anchor. James was all he had left now.... No. James was gone as well from him. He lost everything: Razen, Sethla, James, Sangyne (even though he did not know her very well), now Synile. Her last breath was coming close, gripping her throat as she lost against death. He was the very breath of her. Sanguine... was the death of her. As the old legend stated: As the daughter of Slaughter rises... the mother of Eve shall fall.

The legend was right. Synile had fallen to her very own daughter. Marcus placed his sanguined hand on her muzzle, feeling the blood trickle down from her nostrils and rents across her very body. The shackles that held her down had shattered, fleeing across the floor as she tried to escape... but all was too late. She had fallen, lost against Sanguine's Weapon and collapsed to her very demise and death. Tears had welled in his eyes, knowing he was going to lose her forever this time. Her eyes gazed down upon him, her body restless and limp like the rest of her, the only life lifting was the rise and downfall of her breathing. Shaking his head, protesting against his dying dragon, he refused to allow her to die. He dare not look back at Sanguine, his eyes flooding his rage and screaming vengeance. She would kill him. But, she couldn't. Hannibal was dead yet again, but by his own dragon thus this time. Damyne was with Mutainy, hiding in their own solemn, knowing the bloody cataclysm was only seconds from beginning as Synile takes her last breath. Synile's eyes rose from the floor as she pushed her muzzle closer to Marcus' hands, feeling his soft, gentle touch. "Why do you have to leave me?" Marcus asked, grief bordering his very voice.
This was not my choice, dear. I cannot deny my own fate. But, if you have to leave, I wish that you would just accept the fact that I am gone... for me. I knew I wouldn't always be there for you. I could never have. When you scream I try and fight all your fears, holding your hand through all of these years. And you still held me. You have all of me. You used to captivate me by your resonating mind. Now I am bound by the life you left behind. Your face holds my once pleasant dreams. Your voice chased away all the sanity in me. I want this pain to end now, Marcus. I cannot hold on for long and grieve forever. You know I will always be there with you. Even if I am dead, I will always be there to tell you from right and wrong.
"I've tried so hard tell myself that your gone. But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along."
No, my dear. You're not alone. I am still here. Don't wait forever, my child. I can still wipe away all of your tears. Just trust me, child. You still have all of me! Marcus looked up into her dead eyes, seeing a tear fall from the very tear-beds themselves, streaming down her scaly cheek, dripping off the edge of her chin and falling to the floor. Marcus placed his hand firmly against the tear's stream, the trail of water cold to the touch, as was her body. More freezing than ever. Usually she was warm, but as death grasped her with is icy claws, her body was weakening and drawing more cold. Synile's eyes hazed over, her last words looming in his head. She took her last breath, leaving through her cracked jaws as they shut, her heart failing on her. Marcus' eyes darted from side to side, screaming her name over and over, knowing that time could not be erased and this was embedded deep inside the timeline.
You still have all of me...
"No! No, you cannot go. I need you. Synile! Don't leave me. I am going to be alone. Alone! I cannot be alone. You held me through all and embraced with your very mind. I cannot lose that. You had me at hello. Now I lost you at good-bye. No! No, no, no. Don't leave me. I cannot. No!" Screaming his heart out, his throat flooding with raw blood, Marcus collapsed, his head falling to her muzzle, his forehead against her cold scales, his hand caressing her soft muzzle near her nose and nostrils, feeling as death took her away... she was gone. Synile Annibal had died.

What was he going to do now? Marcus was pleading for the very thing to come back and hold him once more. But she was gone. Synile was gone from his life. Ripped away, seared from his very body and torn, thrown away and never to be picked up again. The very basic of his life was ebbed away and sliced open. He was weak to everything and Sanguine had him. She found his very weakness and tore it away. Marcus was vulnerable, inevitable. Sanguine had torn everything—his everything—away. Sanguine smiled sinisterly with a diabolic, psychotic twist. Marcus screamed more and more, over and over again, trying to relieve of the pain, but all was futile. He couldn't get her back. She was never coming back and he couldn't accept that. "I shall be with you. Forever and Always."

Sanguine hissed, knowing he was suicidal when he was weak and vulnerable and would do anything to be with the one he dearly loved. She wasn't going to let that happen. She now has control for he cannot fight alone or on his own with Synile gone. With her gone and dead, Marcus was vulnerable to everything and could be controlled by whom ever could get their grasps on him. Sanguine was the very likely one, unless something else came down from the unknowns, prying him from her grasp. But would she allow? No. She would fighting till death to have Marcus by her demand. Marcus was her leverage, the very key to her domination and cataclysm. While she stands as creator to Nyrvyria, there was no stopping her. Until the mother of Eve rises once again. But the doubt of that happening with Sanguine was likely. She knew it wouldn't for she had killed her, ending her life just as she knew so. Just as Synile knew. Marcus could never have her back. He was going to have to accept it.

Marcus lifted his head from her cold, dead body, looking back at Sanguine, seeing the flashing passion and winning victory blooming in her eyes. Narrowing his eyes, Marcus stood, staggering to gain his balance. She saw he was too weak to fight his own, knowing his grounds were falling and collapsing. Trying to fight me would be the death of you, like wise to Synile.
"You didn't need to do it. She will be back. She always does!"
You don't understand wretched child. She is never coming back. Synile is dead, Marcus. There is no coming back. She is gone. Forever.
"No! You're lying. She will come back. You're a fool like the rest of them who has tried."
Boy, dammit, I am not lying. I shall not lie. And I am not like the rest! Sanguine snapped, her jaws clamping with brutal force near his face. Marcus was taken a back, falling to the floor near Synile's dead body.
"No. She—"
She is gone! Deal with it. You are mine now and that is that. You cannot go back. There is no changing the fact she is dead.
"I am not going with you. I would be damned before that ever happens."
That can be arranged.
"Just go away! Leave. Just go."
If I shall, I will be back. No questions asked. I am coming back for you... You can run, but you cannot hide. Flaring her wings, bulking to her hind legs, Sanguine screamed a screeching, shattering roar as she launched into the air, hurling her body through the ceiling, creating a massive hold. Taking a loft, Sanguine snapped her wings, thrusting her body through the thick clouds and turrets of wind, leaving. She will be back. Very soon.

Marcus sat next to Synile's dead body, calling out to whom ever he could hold. But there was no one left... Sangyne was dying, Mutainy and Damyne hiding. Everyone else crying their grief.

He was alone...

[Sangyne]

Her eyes wavered, flesh crawling across the bones, She lay, her sides rising and falling in pain as she struggled. Struggled against her own defense and mind. She felt torn and she needed him beside her. To feel his touch, to know he was there... She felt destraught. The most sacred thing of hers was taken away by the enemy. She did not want this. She never wanted this. She warned him that coming to Nyrvyria was bad, but he only persisted more. Now... Now he was dead. Because of the tracker he was dead. The demonic illusion, a doppleganger with a hidden face. That was no Dragon, that was no Human or any type of humanoid. They were the very pit of fear that breeds inside of the Realm that is more corrupt than DreamWryth...
Valüsin.

The one realm that no one wants to be in. Depression worsenes, you feel a sense of lost hope.. Hope cannot run here, its roots can never get into the soil. You only want to die. Sangyne growled, looking up at the dark sky, she gave out a cry of pain and agony. He was gone. She was alone now. She had nothing else. Vectym was no use, he was hated her, and she would never accept his help. Satherone would never help her. She was alone... She had nothing. she had his blood though. She could track down what had killed him.. Track down the Brumisck and slaughter him. Avenge what had been part of her. Could she bring James back? Pull him in through the void? She never did try. Mainly for the fact that things dead by any creature of Valüsin is to kill something... Theres a good posibility that they wont be able to be brought back.

Sangyne snarled, placing a clawed foot on the snow covered ground she hissed, Don't turn your back on me... I won't be ignored... You're all I have. I am a little bit of loneliness, disreagard, but I can't help that everyone can see these scars. A brillant crimson flared on her left shoulder and the word and numbers Nemisis66623 shown visible on her scales like fire. Time won't heal this damage again, no, hear me out now, you're going to listen me like it or not right now, hear me out now, you're going to listen to me right now, like it or not, right now. Don't turn your back on me... I won't be ignored.

The sky turned pitch black as she lost all control, becoming an unstable mass as the strains of Avyn venom, Rehedreon, RageRoke, Riben, Escalure, And Striten began to combine, caysing her to lose her mind. She growled in anger and her tail lashed, striking the ground, snow was brought up with dirt. She cracked her jaws open and screamed in rage and agony. It filled the sky and she snapped her wings open, a loud crack erupting as the icy cold wind struck the membrane, pulling it tight against the bones. Her tail lashed again, she leaped into the air, wings thundering as the twisted and pivotted in their sockets. She snarled, her eyes dark red, blending into her scales. She snarled, wanting to avenge, to kill. She flew in the direction she had been before, slowing, she looked down, the plates on her neck arched, she saw the ground covered in blood.. She landed beside it. The snow now red from the bloody murder, James' blood. She lowered her head to the ground and walked forward to the dead motionless body of her rider. Nuzzling his side, she tried to get him up. Hoping it was some cruel trick.

He didn't move. Her worry and agony only grew more. He was lieing still, with no movement and he wouldn't move. Her rage became futile and undeniable. She needed to have an anchor, a leverage against the madness in her mind. And what had been that...Was on the snow... The blood and body... Blood snow.. A silent Murder. He had had no time to scream. No time to feel the real shock of pain as his throat had been sliced open, no. He had died of Avyn Venom. As it ate away at him and he grew weaker and weaker. He had died... And she could not bring him back without the unknown thought of failing and taking her life with his again. No, she had to find another way. She had to find the Brumisck and find out what he knew... Then mabye after she had James back.. She would kill him. No..
She would.

She curled around the dead body of James, the snow around her, the red contrasting against the white, seeable from above. She wanted to weep, to scream. She had lost Zrykn'ne and now James? She blamed herself. She should have been with him. She should have fought back, she should have fought harder. But she didn't. The ambush had been well planned. The Brusmik and his rider knowing, they had disgiused themselves and then taken her out of the sky, Disguising themselves as a Syneath, something Sangyne had come to trust. Trust with her life and James'. Mainly because James' brother, Marcus, was a syneath, and James would die for his brother. Many times over, in the most painfulest ways possible to keep him alive. She had believed they were allies.. And they took her out of the sky, and James..
She choked...
She couldn't take it.
The pain.
the agony.
The thought...
Of lossing him..
It was her worst nightmare.

She never thought she would have lost him... But she did. And it hurt. She wanted James back. She had to find the Brusmick.... She would find it.. And she would know everything it knew.. She'd spill its blood, and make him pay for hurting and killing James...
Dieing hurts...
It hurts those who are closest to you..
Your death... Will Not Be A Silent Murder.

[Synile]

The unexpected changes which spread vast and consumed most took over in higher demand, taking down the beast that fought against her very death. Marcus placed his head against Synile's side, feeling the icy cold sweep over her scales and body, ice developing over the hide itself, a glossy sheen reflecting the frozen element throughout the entire body. Her scales glimmered more vibrant colors of her true dark black that engulfed over the scaly hide, sweeping the slaughtered red over the black. Marcus drew back as he watched Synile's body be encased with ice, permafrost shielding over in her very own icy burial fit for someone of her creation and ranking. Knowing Sanguine's very words of truth, Marcus had to make this quick and painless. She would kill him if he had ever done what he had wanted, going in full pursuit to get him back, no matter the situation. Sanguine had a need for him as he was her key to unlocking Nyrvyria's true form, the one Synile had hid away and concealed for many years since its creation. Sanguine was going to release that part half of Nyrvyria. Closing his eyes, a bloody tear trailing down his cheek, bleeding its path down his skin, it dripped of the edge of his skin, falling to the floor in a small, globule puddle. Restless, a degenerate fool to not know about Synile's very death bed. If he would have known, he could have stopped it all, but knowing Synile well she would have prevented him from doing so in any way she could muster.

Watching as the ice took over Synile's body, Marcus sat, his eyes looming the greedy victorious sanguinary sheen, deeming his rage and ebbing and indulging fury, the bloody turmoil ready to rise in its termination. Marcus would let it control. He would let the blood lust take mantle over his body and gain his worthy vengeance. The Dark Defender was not dead... yet. She still had the companion who took the title in hand. Feeling the trembling currents of tremors shaking violently through his blood stream and veins, Rage itself working its way through his mind, corrupting every last piece it could collect and transform into the working cells of slaughter. Clenching his hands into fists, Marcus relieved of his slight anger through the leaking blood that poured from the rents he seared into his flesh. Looking down at the crimson rivers of blood flowing out of the fresh wounds, a smile so twisted and devious bloomed to his face, relishing the blood that welled its tears from his hands.

The scores over Synile's body illuminated over Synile's body, as well as the set of numbers and letters that placed the code engraved within her flesh: NX23-EVE666. The code ravished the crimson colors of pure decimation, showing the bloody slaughter she ensured through her years. Now it was Sanguine's turn. Marcus narrowed his eyes with a touch of flickering rage appealing to the glossy sanguinary sheen. Clenching his hands even more, digging his nails deeper into the flesh, Marcus stood upon his feet, gazing upon the frozen dragon he once held. "I am not going to lose you. I cannot. After all we went through? How can you leave me? And why? You know just as well as I do you are not gone. You are still Queen of Nyrvyria and creator. You cannot allow that wretched daughter of yours take your place and ruin everything you had created. You cannot have her destroy the true home of the Syneath. The Blood Breed... not the Frost. We are the Breed of Sanguine. The Aryan Race will rise and they shall bleed your blood with theirs in your return, screaming cries of hope. Hope Runs Deep as you told me and I am not giving up to let you go. I can never let you go... Slyiether, Synile Annibal, Slaughter Monster, The Dark Defender. You taught me well, not it's time to out that into use." Heeding the rage to full corruption, Marcus was startled as he herd a quaking roar above the hold in the ceiling, only to see Sanguine perched above, her wings flatted and expanded to their full length, blood veins running through the membranes, veins of blood streaming across the walls with fire burning within, scoring a mass circle int he middle of the temple-like building.
Marvelous speech you gave there, child. Do you really think your rage is gong to help you? Fetid, child. You are as blind as a person who sees black and white. There is no color in your fury, just blind colors. Your rage is only going to help me win over my upheaval, not win her back. You lost.
"Your Loss My Gain."
Old saying that means nothing. It's worthless compared to what you usually go by. Pulling her wings in to her flanks, settled them with ease, the membranes shuffled between the wings as she leaped through the gaping hole, her mass body and weight colliding to the floor. All four paws met with a thundering clap of sparks rising like fire through cracks, licking the air hungry for oxygen. Marcus backed away, drawing far from Sanguine. But every time he moved back, she came closer. Her massive body towered over him, her muzzle close to his face, heat waves boiling above her very body and nostrils, fire lurking within her closed jaws and inside within the body itself. Her eyes had shown the very sanguinary passion, knowing that she was going to snap very soon. Like always, she would snap and break in a split second, which is why she is much more volatile and dangerous than Synile could be. Or so they thought. Sanguine bared her teeth, blood staining over the peril white, exploiting the years of slaughter and blood shed. Marcus gulped, fear breaking in his eyes. A sinister, diabolical, vile smile corrupted her face. Her eyes were like glowing sanguinary hypnotic orbs, drawing him in. Marcus was doomed. She had him...

You are mine! Not so black and white, now is it?

[Sangyne]

Tremors racked her body as she felt that urge, blood lust and craving. Needing slaughter and murder...LEt it come to her. She;d welcome it with open wings and a warm need. She'd take command of it, like always, it'd destroy her on the inside and she'd snap, frenzied, broken. She'd let it all consume her and she'd be a renewed vision.. A monster in the very eye of God. She'd be what was feared by so many in Rythilia. The Sanguine Monster. A blood Monster.

Something moved. She jerked her head up, looking intot he expanse of white blinding snow. Her upper lip lifted and she snarled, abring her blood stained, colored, teeth of slaughter and blood. Her tail lashed in the snow, bringing up drifts, Come out. She snarled in anger. On the edge now, she was close to snapping in two and letting out all her rage on anything that moved. Arching her neck, the plates bending with her spine she snarled again as no answer came to her. COME OUT!

Someone walked forward and spoke, "Calm down sangyne.."
Never..
"Sangyne, its me... Mychel I wont hurt you. Me and ArchAngyl are here to help."

[Synile]

The sanguinary blood-red sheen—glossy, swirling, scoring her wrath and genuine slaughter, preserving the beauty internal and out through her very bloody scales—flared the blaring hues of her wraith-like turmoil, smiling the lambent luminous touch added to her appearance with nothing but blood coursing the embers of burning coal, the smell of rotten, burning bloody flesh scorching the air. Marcus' eyes mimicked Sanguine's, being consumed by her constructed wrath and rage. She drew him in, closer and closer, taking away all the pain, misery, fear and solemn. He would no more suffer and grieve, only ride upon her back as she reigned her wrath and cataclysm with the very key to it all. Sanguine rose to her full height, her tail lashing across the floor with thundering pounds of violent blunt hammering. Marcus cocked a one-sided smile, showing the blooming insanity and sociopathic trauma he ensured to his own self. Sanguine was only more pleased as her creation grew more psychotic and insane as he became her very pet, pawn and puppet. She was the puppeteer in this game. Not only did he have little command, he had more power and more corruption than Synile had originally placed upon his soul and body. Sanguine unraveled her wings, the membranes cracking with a thundering boom as the membranes unfurled, straining against the fingers of the wings. The blood veins etched through the thin flesh scored the hide, illuminating countless amounts of lambent crimson-vermilion hues, the very shade of the inside wing (ventricle) a bright vermilion. Fiery rivers embed through the scale and hide, streaming through like deep trenches of liquid magma boiling a river of bloody inferno. Her hide was a catalyst of slaughter, bleeding out her wrath and rage ounces at a time. There was no end to her turmoil, only more suffering and slaughter.

Arching her neck, the spikes rigged along down the neck, spine and tail fringed, drawing out the sparked fury that drew a frenzy gripping her very all, going unstable and volatile. Expanding her jaws with thorough aspect to their expansion, Sanguine released the shattering scream of slaughter and pain, the piercing shrill sound escalating into higher points of the sound barrier, breaking through it without hesitation, a shriek screeching her scream with terror and fear bordering. Glass shattered to pieces, falling to the floor like rain, clattering like tiny balls of ice, bouncing off her hide with no agitation. Fire went a blaze, setting lose to its fury, engulfing everything in its path, taking over what it could indulge and eat away like poison, only more molten and unstable. An organism with no mind or motive, much like Sanguine, blood worked the same way. A massive quake rocked the room, shaking the very building to its core. Sanguine expanded her wings more, the bloody veins bleeding their colors upon her vermilion shaded membranes. Marcus rose from the floor, standing close, his eyes filled with corruption and slaughter. You have turned into the Slaughter Monster I had best created you. You shall forget everything about Synile. There will be no memory of her. None. All is cleared away in silence. Do not provoke me boy, or Death will be your punishment by fault.

Marcus nodded in agreement, knowing her vengeance. Sanguine was well pleased by his obedience and subordination. Usually a child like him would go unstable and a mass-corrupted breakdown of destruction. It was a wonder to her on how he was close to Synile as he used to be. But, not no more. He was hers. Now and forever.
Forever and Always.

You, Marcus, are the new breed of Seethen. As I, Sanguine, am the new breed of Syneath. Do not let them take you down. Don't let them break you and seize you of what they think they know. Marcus, do what Sanguine, blood itself, would want you to do. The orders are simple: Kill anything in sight and follow the Slaughter Rule. Everything else... Blood with control as see fit. Marcus looked above into her eyes, seeing the smiling face of blood flickering in her eyes. It is time, Marcus.
"Show me the way."

[Sangyne]

Archangyl lower her head, a low growl iner throat to the dragon that stood before her. Or was Sangyne a dragon? Was she dragon..Or monster? One could not tell from the look of Sangyne at this point. she was destroyed and malevolent at this point. She'd do anything to kill...To taste blood. To have James back was the objective, take down all in the way that opposed her. She would not be won over so easily anymore. She had lost what was close and broken dead beat down into the dirt. She would not give in anymore. She would fight all who attempted to stand by her and she would claim her mantle above the legimont and they would not stop her. She would reclaim Vyathia, Reclaim Rythilia. She was the queen and creator. She did not, although, creat Nalüsin... That was the work of Satherone's micheive. She could nothing about it. The realm was protected by the Valeküre and she was to not mess with it.
But she could take over.

She snarled, arching her neck, BACK OFF! She screamed in rage as ArchAngyl came forward. Ignoring the headment, she contnued forward and Sangyne lunged, leaving James' cold dead body, her jaws overlapped the Syn dragon's throat and hauled her to the ground. Mychel screamed at Sangyne, "STOP!" She ignored him. Blinded by frenzied rage and disuse. She only wanted James.. She was Docile to blood. She needed it.. Anything to have it. Slaughter code and obey. Kill or be killed. She would not let anything hurt James more then he already was. She would not let ArchAngyl or Mychel near. She would kill them before they so much as touched him...

Mychel was beside the motionless body he spoke, "SANGYNE ANNEVILE! QUEEN AND PRODUCER OF RYTHILIA! MY QUEEN AND LEADER! STAND DOWN WE ARE HERE TO SERVE YOU AND ONLY YOU!" He drew his sword, Having Sangyne;s atention now as she hissed and glared at him, still not letting go of ArchAngyl." Sangyne, Annevile, Mother of the AnneVangyne race, Mother of Rythilia, we serve only you, forever and always we stand for you and as a symbol of what you are and what you created. We are not of the God's in the land of hell. We are of you. Make it complete... Please... Let us be your children fully, let us be connected to you in a way that no one else can...
"Let us taste your blood."

He kneeled down, shoving the sword into the blood stained snow and ground, bowing his head, he did not meet Sangyne's eyes and he whispered under his breath, "Sangyne Annevile... Do the unthinkable... Let us be your children..."
Sangyne snarled, letting go of ArchAngyl, the purple, black, and white dragon crouched low in subordanation. Letting Sangyne see her acceptance and will to know. To be a Child of the Mother. To be Demon Spawn herself.. To be A VoidWalker's child. As so many others will. She attuned to Sangyne, Sangyne Annevile... Please..We can better assist you, we can be as you need. We will always be as you need. Make it complete. Show the world what you can do... Make the Legimont fear..Make Satherone fear... Show them what happens when you are broken and desolate...show them....

Sangyne growled, seeing what they wanted, but they would have more. She saw it. She snarled, I should give you my blood? The most devious piece of rythilia? You wish to be my children? To help me?
"And James..Always." Mychel whispered, knowing she heard.
So be it. Sangyne snarled. She clamped her jaws shut, snarling she jerked her head up, fangs seeping into her gums and jaw bone, she cracked her jaw open as the blood began to fill her jaws, it spilled over into the fang marks she had left on ArchAngyl's throat. ArchAngyl's eyes widened in pain and she jerked back, screaming.

Mychel screamed, "NO!" Sangyne smiled.. You underestimate child..just wait,..
ArchAngyl jerked, writhed, pain comingover her she was in agony as he bones shifted, her whole structure chaing. She screamed, plates jerked free of her flesh on her spine. Spikes racking her head and body. She shook her ehad violently, her markins goriwng lambent, the white blinding. She let out an earthshattering scream. Never has Sangyne attmepted to alter the Syn to a AnneVangyne..
She just did.

ArchAngyl's eyes shot open, no pupil or iris, a white flash came acrss her dark acidic green eye, a white slit for a pupil. A smile came across her jaws...
ArchAngyl..Was the First Syn dragon to be converted...
The second Movment... James being the first.

[Synile]

The Sanguyne breed will rise once again before Synile Annibal had deemed us all our place. Their riders, the Syngyne, will reign with them for better or worse, thriving for blood as we follow her command and corruption, her children of slaughter and massacre. We don't follow others, we follow her. War submits to her very power, condemned by the shedding of blood that will pain her grounds with crimson rivers, lakes and streams. Death will have no mercy for his insubordination against her. Blood will thrive to our names and bleed them like ink against her, Nyrvyria's very lands, and have no mercy to those who oppose. The bloody smile enveloped the maniacal, morbid twisted insanity that coursed through her very words, Sanguine's upheaval not nearly complete, but only the very start. The start of Slaughter's Eve. Sanguine's blood shed, cataclysm and sanguinary rise. She was the true heart and creator of the Sanguyne breed, the breed of blood. Sanguine monsters of her spawn, children and creation. Children of blood, rise from the deeper graves and catacombs you were locked in for years by Synile Annibal herself. Be free of your imprisonment as I, Sanguine, have released you from your deep slumber. Blood calls upon you as her children on morning massacre and sanguinary nights, only to kills those who oppose or come into your path. The Sanguyne breed shows no mercy or stands to now breed. Those who fall will rise and rise again as we bleed our blood across the harboring lands and beast that cripple and collapse, reflecting our fall when Synile Annibal forced us into submission. Now we're no fools. We're the Gods of Slaughter and Blood. We show no mercy. Show no fear and bend to no will. Just please Blood. Just kill!
This is Nyrvyria's last sun rise and her last night fall.

Lambent vermilion lights of sanguinary hues wavered across her body, lighting up the beauty that embarked her scales in a bloody scale. Sanguine clamped her jaws shut, blood pooling inside her closed mouth, fire burning its release. Crouching low to the ground, Sanguine allowed Marcus to mount upon her spine, feeling the weight of a new rider. The shallow hallow of her heart sealed with a tearing pain, the hole that grew larger over the years now closed... until broken once again. But when Sanguine dies or feels the burning pain, Marcus shares it all as he is now Sanguine's dragon. The first breed of her experiment. The Sanguine Breed: Sanguyne and Syngyne. Sanguine's Weapon. Marcus smiled feeling her scales, each and every platelet giving off its own sheen of blood, rippling lights waving across their surface, gleaming the glassy sheen. Amazed with shock and awe, Marcus felt the very grooves of every individual scale, feeling the etched ridges and deep trenched rivers that swam across her body, swarming the engulfing fiery rivers of hell-fire and blood inferno, the molten streams flowing amongst the flesh itself. Sanguine rose off the floor, feeling the weight of Marcus' own body upon her spine move with hers, lifting as she did. Now time to put the rise in affect. Come my boy, you now begin your breed's uprising with me! Do not fear it, for this will only hurt a bit.

The liquid bloody, molten-magma of fiery blood flowed through the rivers across her hide, following in every direction the rivers took them throughout her entire body. Her tail racked with spikes, engaged for a swift kill or toss to the jaw, mutilating the jaw from the head of its owner. Embedded around the spikes and inside the flesh that surrounds them, fire blared and blazed, sparking and flaring, swimming around her mass-clubbed tail of massacre. Her entire body portrayed the appearance of pure blood, slaughter and death, the striking awe giving her appeal the complexion she was born with. Ever since Blood gave birth to the daughter of pure sanguine. The sanguinary spawn of sparked destruction. Rippling flares jetted across the scales, ending to the foiling flares that coursed at the end of her tail, meeting with the rack of spikes. Her head was nearly covered with spikes, the two main large horns jetting out of the skull, meeting over Marcus' head, smaller spikes branching off to the sides and meeting with the rest at the very ends of the larger horns. From the medium secondary horns, they shaped around her jaw bone, growing smaller and small around the rim of the jaw bone, nearing to the middle of the jaw's length. Her chest scales were large and spiked, mainly for her slaughtering appearance. Built for suffering and sanguinary pain, Sanguine mimicked Blood's cesspool and message: This is murder, plain and simple.

Violently shaking her body, the cesspools of streaming floor ignited her fury, blaring lambent colors all over her body, as well as the glowing sheen wavering across her hide creating the luminous look to her hide. Marcus repelled his hands away from her scales, feeling the rage course through his very body as his bond grew more and more with Sanguine, soon to be unrepairable and broken. One to be sealed for life. Synile was a dead one now at the heart of her one very rider she called her loving monster. Screaming in pain, Marcus collapsed and fell from her spine, held upon his knees and hands for leverage. Sanguine's eyes averted over to her rider, seeing as the rage and pain she ensure was now driving him. A slaughtering smile drove the corners of her lips into the sinister smile of blood. She has woken. Forcing his palms to his head, Marcus screamed in mercy and pleading cries, wanting it all to end, but Sanguine cannot allow that. She had to do what was right. Marcus had to do this. He cannot fail. Do not fail on me, child. This is Test 1 of your complete trial. Fail me and your trial is by all means Death Row.

Shaking his head, going against her comment, Marcus delved right into a trap. The same bloody veins inked onto his flesh, corrupting his mind like wires as they were wired to his brain, taking over and controlling him, the mantle in place to Blood's very command. Sanguine's Weapon was nearly complete and at her full function. Sanguine's eyes flickered her appeasement and apprehension, knowing this will not fail. She was never the failure. In her eyes, Synile was, she could never release the true image of Marcus. Marcus Lector, Sanguine's Weapon. The primary weapon was Sanguine herself, being the one created by blood's devious plan. Slaughter's Eve was only minutes from engagement. Soon then would Nyrvyria fall to her command and she would hold the mantle to everything. The Sanguyne and Syngyne breed will rise once again, the Syneath breed collapsing to their downfall, as the rest shall serve, the Aryan Race being the servants of blood. A higher race than they used to be. No more being the outcasts. They will be feared and they will show no mercy. Sanguine smiled sinisterly, showing the bloody lining around her gums and teeth. Just perfect.

His jet-black hair dangled freely over his face, concealing everything besides the illuminating sanguinary eyes. They flashed through the thick, pitch-black hair, bleeding his rage. Sanguine only smiled, baring her ambitions with flare. Hammering his fists against the floor, a wave rising the tiles above the surface, creating a water-like wave across the entire room, avoiding Sanguine as it rippled through with no hesitation to meet its end. Sanguine watched with intent, seeing as the child was going through a tough time with the transformation from being a Seethen to a Syngyne. But, that was only merely stage 1. Stage 2 was going to be much, much harder to manage than this ever could be. Marcus hissed vilely, looking over his shoulder as he turned around on his heels, staring blindly at Sanguine, rage enveloping with clarity in his eyes. Sanguine bared her teeth with a feral snarl, bulking to her hind legs. Marcus rose to his feet, pulling Vor'roc from his belt, sheathed and drawn. Do you dare not use that against me! You know you cannot kill me, so why try? You know the consequences of defiance. Death will be imminent. No excuses. No limitations. And no get-out of Jail Free card. There is no loophole or card to play for your escape in this game. This is all Foul Play. Fair Play is no game of mine. Just a futile way to get a Free Card out of Death's grasp. There is no ending here. Clacking her jaws shut with a shuddering clack, Sanguine fell to her front paws, standing on all fours. Marcus drew back, holding his sword out in front of him, prepared.
"What have you done to me?" he demanded with a snarl bordering his voice.
I only made you into what you are supposed to be. Synile never tells you anything, now does she? She locks it all away expecting you to forget about it and never ask about it again? Right? She hides, conceals and keeps the secrets just as cryptic as her mind is. You wouldn't know anything. You would be just as blind as a man with no sight. There would be no color to the answers you seek, no color to the words that spill from your mouth, and no color to the thoughts that expunge through your mind. It's just all black and white. Just as how she wanted you to see it. Rising her head above his body, towering over him, Sanguine barreled a screaming roar from her cracked jaws, releasing the licking flames out of her maw, sealing her raging and pulsing rage. But that was soon to be released. Closing her jaws as the pulsing scream shattered and was terminated, Sanguine's voice prodded his mind. Do you wish to seal our pact with the compact bond you shall give thine name to your own and swear by your own life to abide mine as I shall stand by you by Death Do Us Part as we share out pain, blood and wounds together?

Thinking quickly on his answer, Marcus looked up into Sanguine's eyes, a bloody smile bleeding to his face. It was already clear. "I do."
Good answer. Crouching her body close to the floor in far reach as possible, Sanguine settled her wings against her flanks, ruffling them in place to a comfortable position. Then shall history write in its blanks that the first Sanguyne and Syngyne become the inevitable and the possible. We are Sanguine's Weapons. We are the Sanguine Breed. Be bleed Blood's very blood. Now.. they shall taste hers! Come to me, my child. This is your start of anew!

[Sangyne]

Sangyne's jaws cracked open and a scream shattered through her and into the sky, fire erupted from her jaws, dark red and black, like fire and blood, it schorched, burning the snow into water in but mere nanoseconds. Her tail lashed in vicious hope, the lust for her own defiance growing. She snarled, her jaws snapping shut, the snow melted, quickly, She cracked her jaws open and screamed once again, leaping into the air, misery was gorwing and it was fuleing rage, she looked down at archAngyl, the corrupted AnneVangyne snarled and looked up, a smile across her lips, Mother.. She spoke. Sangyne smiled.

Sangyne jerked her head, watching the skies, as if she saw something. ArchAngyl looked down at The dead body of James, looking to Mychel, he smiled slightly, then it waveed and fell. He felt the whole from losing someone so close. It wasn't as bad as Sangyne's but...
"When the mother cries..We cry. When the mother hurts, we hurt. When the Mother Screams, We scream When the Mother Angers, We Anger. When the Mother laughs, We laugh. When the Mother avenges, We Avenge. When the Mother Lives, we Live. when the Mother dies, we die. We cannot live without our Mother. She is our leverage, our spirit, our blood Mother." Mychel said, his voice Solemn, "When she calls, we come. When Mother needs, we provide. We stand by her in thick and thin. She rules over all and none can take her from us without our avengement. We live to serve her, to calm her, to show her we are her children...
"None Shall stand in our way."

[Synile]

Marcus rose from the ground, staring straight in Sanguine's sanguinary blood shifting eyes, the blood mists rising and imploding. A sinister smile touched the corners of her face, deepening with relish. Marcus only could give a smile back, the touching feeling as he felt the bond between him and Sanguine grow even more as the two were together. Sanguine touched the tip of her muzzle against his chest, her eyes locked with his, musing him with the manipulative swirling bloody hues that horrified her eyes with madness and rage. He saw the corruption linger behind the blood that dominated her very eyes and complexion; he saw Death lurking in the darkness, seeing as Blood had beaten him in his own game; he saw the flashing turmoil of raging, searing revenge that screamed madness and destruction. He saw the name of Blood etched in her scales, bleeding out the words murder. Fear. Death. Slaughter. Sanguine. And mostly, rage. The tip of the spear only to be the darkest hour for the ones who will have to suffer to her great upheaval. Fire would engulf the lands with little care, unleashing the malicious monster behind the fiery infernos of molten flame. Destruction would wipe down the land with ease, blackening the hides of the maddened dragons to being the corruption of Sanguine's own eyes. Blood would skewer the bleeding ones from the skies to make them fall to her demise, just as Sanguine's wretched mind has thought of, planning Nyrvyria's demise slowly and with great precisive demand. Marcus saw the war and decimation quicken with rapid paste in her eyes, the fiery infernos looming in the bloody mass that swarmed the entire glossy organs of sight. Marcus merely smiled, knowing this was going to be the bloody sanguination of a lifetime.

Rising his hand from his very side, Marcus firmly placed the tips of his fingers to the slowing palm of his hand against her cold, sanguine-red muzzle, feeling the smooth scales that engulfed her hide flesh. Smiling so deviously, Marcus' eyes averted into the swarming redness of her own, the middle of his eyes flashing a bright lambent crimson. Sanguine dipped her head in approval, seeing as this was the time to create their generation of relishing domination. Darkest Before Dawn. Sanguine's head rose above his very body, her chest arched and pushed outwards, her neck a half curved "S" to form the arch of her back. Her tail lied smoothly with care across the floor, curving in the middle to nearly wrap around her body. Marcus stepped back a couple feet as he watched Sanguine's body grow lambent with colors of flashing reds. The crippling black of death flooded her horns and claws, spikes as well, harboring near the top of her spine which took over some of the red near the area. Shaking her head from side to side violently, her tail thrashed and abruptly flared upwards, hammering the ground with blunt force. Startled and taken by surprise, Marcus jolted, jumping back a couple feet. Seeing the rage burning her eyes, burrowing withing the bright, lambent sanguine-red, he saw past the blood. He saw the maddening rage that was engulfing her very body, exposing the sanguinary monster Sanguine was hiding behind her very thick hide. She hid it well. Well enough to trick many, even her own mother. A mask was foiled over the monster's face, concealing the very identity in which it represented. Now Sanguine had removed that very mask and costume that tricked her true image into hiding, hiding in deep slumber which is now to wake. The rude awakening was merely a quarter of Sanguine's full monstrosity.

Sanguine's scales glimmered and rippled lights of wavering sanguinary-reds which waved across her body from head to tail. Highlights of the lightened sanguine-red foiled over her scales, showing more of a glassy sheen tint to her complexion. Marcus stared at her with shock and awe, amazed by her very own beauty. It is internal, boy. Only the true ones can see past the mask I place on! Marcus pulled in her words, hearing every last of them, her voice ringing like chimes and soft melodies in his conscience. One so pure and gentle, one he never herd from her before. A volatile, corrupt, malicious, malevolent and destructive dragon like her producing such a soft, kind and gentle voice for one so bloody and cruel. Marcus seemed to grow more attached to Sanguine than he could ever thought. What would James say to him if he ever found out? That's if he ever comes back from the dead...
"Sangyne would make sure of that. No doubt."
Listen boy, there is no need to get all worked up and consumed by the loss of a loved one. Right now we need to consult and work on what we have to do rather than what she has to do. It's plain and simple.
"No, murder is plain and simple."
You read me like a book!
"I speak our language."
Right as it is, Marcus. You pulled the words out of my mouth. Marcus chuckled for a small while seeing the sick sense of humor Sanguine adopted in her own vile personality. Twisted humor, sick and sinister, which was exactly what he found amazing to this dragon. Sanguine wasn't half bad of a daughter if you got to know her well, that's if she doesn't kill you first. Synile may have damned herself with regret for creating such a monster, but how could Marcus refuse such a monstrosity? Sanguine was the very dragon that he needed. She was more than what Synile could ever acknowledge. Sanguine was the very specter of him. A vector of unexpected surprises. She was a dragonic version of himself, only more insane and psychotic than what he was. Marcus was the complete sociopath with no motive for his murder and blood bath. Sanguine was the complete way, only rage driving her mind and body. She was blinded by rage. Controlled and driven like a wild, unstable animal never to be tamed or become docile. Sanguine snapped at the word docile. She could never follow such an uncanny order nevertheless to even have to abide by it; she was as docile as docile can get with Blood. Sanguine followed her very orders with clear demeaning and accuracy, making a clean, bloody kill with no mess behind her dead victim. It was as Marcus said it: This is murder, plain and simple. He had a righteous point there, with no argument to suffuse or consent to. Plain and simple.

Her head came to a seize as her neck jolted, her throat pulsing with a glowing ball advancing up her throat. Marcus narrowed his eyes with complete puzzlement and curiosity. Questions ran through his mind, a wonder taking over like a kid figuring out a conundrum or a given puzzle or riddle. Drawing closer to Sanguine as her voice ripped through his mind, ordering him to come closer. Closer to her. Marcus nodded, walking up to her very body, his eyes locked on hers, gleaming the blaring sanguinary red. Sanguine's neck arched, her head dropping parallel to his. Marcus watched carefully, seeing as Sanguine cracked her jaws open slowly and with ease. Blood dripped off her teeth like venom from a snake's fangs, small globules of crimson blood blotching the floor in small blood pools. Streams of blood leaked down in rivers off her tongue, reddening the thick, fleshy organ, as well as the top and lower jaws of her mouth, creating a lake in the deep pit in the lower jaw where the tongue rested between the teeth inside the maw. Marcus looked closely inside her mouth, spotting a glowing light down her throat, like her fire when she was enraged, quickly sparking the erupting molten flame. Eyes widening, Marcus saw a large, circular, white, clear orb budge through her throat's entrance, making its way down her tongue to the very edge of it, resting in place there as she clamped her front teeth over the top and bottom of its surface.

Sanguine hissed, her eyes flaring with rage. Marcus knew this was going to cause more pain than he could even dream of, but it was for them he could only do this for. Her voice, thick, paralyzing and corrupt prodded his mind with her very command on his own turn. Now, do as I did the same, only this time, you have to use your own heart and pry it from your chest. Your Valyüre to my heart. It is just as easy as slaughter.
"You want me to—"
Yes. That is all I ask. Marcus nodded, assurance in his voice. Sanguine smiled her delight, watching as Marcus pressed his hand against his chest where the Valyüre was located. Closing his eyes as he winced with pain, feeling the Valyüre fighting against his requesting, protesting not to leave from the very sanctuary inside his body. Marcus snarled, his eyes growing with pain. Clenching his hands around his chest as he pried them further into the flesh gripping the Valyüre with his clamped fingers. Grasping his heart, Marcus' eyes shot open to a death-white seeing as the Valyüre itself was fighting back.
"I say no!" Marcus snarled with revenge bordering his voice. Grabbing the Valyüre with pure force, Marcus ripped the heart from his chest, screaming out in agony as he held the sanguine-red orb heart in his very hands. One anyone would die to get their hands on, even Sanguine herself. A diabolical, grim, deadly smiled peered on her face, knowing her very plan was coming into effect. Just as cunning as she was, she could manipulate even the wisest of dragons to conduct her very deeds in her vile slavery. Marcus held out his Valyüre close to Sanguine's, both glowing more lambent as their connection came close to eachother. Both Sanguine's and Marcus' hearts flashed as both of them entwined, combining into one. As Marcus' heart became hers, Sanguine's becoming his, both shared one of another, able to feel ones pain in shared unison, knowing where the other is or even to control with simple movements of domination. Sanguine hissed with a vile snarl, shaking her head screaming her pain. Marcus' screamed pried from his mouth in unison with Sanguine's, both sharing the pain together. As their heart's met and collided, entwining, the orb separated, one half shooting back into Marcus' chest, the other going back down Sanguine's throat as she opened and closed her jaws shut, locked tight. Marcus felt the Valyüre settle back in place, gleaming its new home back inside his body. Sanguine shook her head, feeling alive once again.

Sanguine rose off the floor, her body lambent like a new born star, beacons of light flashing off her body like arrayed lights, exposing the sanguinary hues of her very complexion. We are complete. Let the games play their own bloody turn. We have beaten Death in his own game. We are Sanguyne and Syngyne. We are the Monsters of Nyrvyria. We are the Sanguine Breed. Let us reign Blood's tears from the skies. Can you live with that, Marcus Sannygyne?

[Sangyne]

If it was something simple, it would have been over so quickly. There was no simplity in this though. It was dangerous. If it had been anything other than Sangyne who had been done wrong, it would have been over quickly. No, sangyne on the other hand, she made it long. Not for her suffering, no, not for James', she did it because it was instinct. She would tear the roof off like two dogs cage, change what was known as rage, she was rage, blood, death... No word was strong enough. Her tail lashed and she snarled, jerking her head up she cracked her jaws open and screamed in rage, her wings jerked open, slamming to her sides she shot off. ArchAngyl looked up, Mychel mounting the dragon's spine, she took a running start and leaped into the air, falling Sangyne. Keeping a few yards back, she could see the AnneVangyne dragon very well, her sight more enhanced then a Syn dragons' own, she could see futher away. She kept away from Sangyne... The dragon was far enough enraged. She had lost part of her, enraging her more was not a good thing to do.

Sangyne was known for her anger, what was the result of the project Nemisis, what had destroyed her very foundation. Decaying it from the roots, corrupting it as a whole. Sangyne had no regret for what she had done, she let it all loose and did not hold back on what she had. She let out EVERYTHING. She would never hold back on anything she did or had. She enjoyed having the power she had, but it made her insane. She had to watch herself. Control herself. If not... Bad things would happen. She could snap within seconds. She tried to avoid that. She could shake Jánico to its bery foundations and it make it cower in her fear and awe. Her wrath that would score the living, that would destroy what was known and unknown. She would not stand alone in her battle, but if she had to she would. Her own sole was split... Two different dragons in one...
Sangyne.....
And Nymysys.

Nymysys was merely the name, she herself was sangyne. That was never taken. But when she lost control, she was associated to Nymysys. She couldn't control that part. She lost all control there. She wouldn't hold onto life, being madened she would take down anything in the way of her target without a thought...
Even James.

Snarling she hovered above the massive structer, the closed in city... Vryly. Hissing, she looked down at the camps... scenting the air... she saw him... The Brumisk who killed James....
And his Dragon-kyn creature, the Lykyn. She narrowed her blood colored eye, a hiss in her jaws. She only wanted to kill them...Kill Them all....
ArchAngyl watched..worry devoloping. Sangyne would kill everything if she lost all her control.

[Synile]

Blood dripped its sanguine sheen over his hands, splattered with red hues as his heart was now hers. Sanguine rendered her own emancipation with him, only to ensure her plotting consult with the dawning revenue of her precise demise. Synile dead, gone and decaying, her body cold, the colors disappearing and fading in their shade and hues. Marcus' memories about her and the times that they have had were merely diminished and gone. Sanguine cleared all she could have with the limited time she was granted before Marcus had snapped and lost all control. Sanguine gave a warm smile of delighted winning, her demand close to devour what she could enable. Marcus was clear at set when Sanguine meant in her harsh words about decimation and defiance when it came to her world order and utmost decisive divide between allies and enemies. A war or cataclysm to split the enemies, joining some allies as they followed Sanguine with her reprisal. Her revenge was greater to meet demand that it could supply. Marcus' growing fear turned, gnawing at his mind to die now and end it all, but the voice screaming at him bellowed with anger, demanding a demeaning screech to tell him get threw with the thoughts of death and follow through with Sanguine's malice plan. He was stuck between the time capsule of reigning with the dragon of slaughter or choosing to be with Synile in death and matrimony. This was a hell hole to begin with. One to decide now or later. There was no time then.
He was doomed.

You have it all clear, Sanguine spoke in a harsh voice. Marcus was startled, seeing as her eyes illuminated more lambent then they last were. A glowing sanguinary color. Marcus saw it as "not good." Sanguine had already deemed her prize worth of glory and years of suffering, slaughter and blood. She loathed those who dared not to follow and defy her own orders. Those who did were killed on spot by her or faced with imprisonment, suffering and slaughter in the old prisons in Strath and/or in the deep pits held in Nexus. A wide smile bloomed on her face, one Death would cringe at, leaving Blood smiling. This hurt Marcus more to seen than to acknowledge and dream of. Sanguine felt his own pain, seeing as her rider was more aware of her awakening insanity and delivering slaughter than her dwelling monster that screamed her to wake up and unleash it. She would wait on that for most part, leaving the monster screaming and thrashing inside, wanting its demand and control; she could only laugh at the praise, showing how malevolent and insubordinate she could really be. Gulping, Marcus saw the mistake he had made. One would prove him dead than alive. One that would place in bold letters "Fool" on his chest. Synile had warned him many times. This was one of them...

You fool, do you really think I would give it all up just to harbor your happiness? Pity! I wouldn't count on making Nyrvyria happy let alone the denizens that harbor inside the festive place. I would ravish them all in my relish of slaughter, only to deem myself a demeaning volatile hatred of the planet and my mother. Oh how she hates now, screaming her very retribution. But she will never walk the planet again, gaining you back. She may think so, but her words mean little now in this world. A planet of fear, suffering and death, blood oozing its name through their wounds and my impending laughter. Yours would soon set a default in time. Don't worry, echoes of her very lullaby won't save you this time, nor her words of revenge and forgiveness. She is a mere fading speck of her own fallen shadow. You will forget this all soon as this time changes to the very vile aspect of my nature.

Marcus cringed, hearing her words with no slight of interest, but growing fear as the monster burrowing inside, the one he released, was growing at an escalating rate to a devoured and consumed dragon of pure slaughter. One Slaughter and Blood had created.

[Sangyne]

Sangyne bared her teeth, and she snapped in twine. It didn't take much to forve her skin to crawl, for the monster inside to be unleashed. Viasco Vaylo. A sudden requiem of disease and pain, a plague of its own. Sagyne cracked her jaws open and screamed in hate and rage. The camp looking up to her as they seemed to hear her pain echo in blatant premonition of what she held on the inside. An inferno of pain and hate, rage and hurt. Her wings beat at her sides and she snarled, clamping her jaws shut, the scream was cut off as memories swirled about her, threatening to drown, and she had one thing on her mind above all else-
Get James Back.
{is too tired....}