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Post by Pyran on Oct 7, 2008 22:19:38 GMT -5
Gyre actually gave a twisted gape at the sight of the yeti-like creature now smoking and mangled, its insides exposed to the world. Ulgh gosh... It was enough to make him sick. He put a hand over his mouth and swallowed hard, managing to swallow his revulsion and get some of his sarcasm back. "Heh, why would you let him borrow it? That thing looks like it could come in handy!.
Gyre stepped back from the smoking yeti and looked down below again. "See you down there. I hope. If not, see you in the next life." Gyre was not sticking around here anymore. He leaned against the window sill and let himself fall backwards with a burst of wind propelling him and also protecting him like a shield from the shards of glass. He fell backwards into empty space, felt the wind rush through his fur, closed his good eye, and felt the terror of the fall sweep through his body, chilling his nerves and making his mind scream. He let it. And then he summoned up a burst of air that spun him upright and forward. Gyre grinned, a wild grin, and started summoning more air too him, a small whirlwind now, that was working to save his life during the long, long fall. This was what he loved, though.
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Post by aggolem on Oct 7, 2008 22:26:47 GMT -5
"Wow you must really like falling with your eye shut." Larius joked as he was diving next to Gyre. "I think that I can solve your problem..." Larius put his hands together and then let loose a bolt of electricity that hit Gyre. "That is not supposed to be painful." Larius screamed as he began to arc upwards for a soft landing. The bolt just made Gyre's fur stand up with static electricty and then WHAM he was stuck to a tree. Larius walked over to Gyre who was stuck and said "The real reson he borrowed that thing is because he was fixing it for me."
Larius waved his hand and Gyre fell to the frozen ground.
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Post by Pyran on Oct 9, 2008 21:54:18 GMT -5
"Ah! Ouch!" Gyre protested as he hit the ground. "You idiot! Don't freaking shock me in mid-flight! I could have avoided the tree if you didn't--augh! ...Nevermind."
To put it simply, Gyre's days as an assassin were sort of gnawing at the back of his mind right now, when he had to deal with this freak dragon. Though understand that Gyre wasn't particularly hateful or cruel and he wouldn't really try to kill Larius, of course. It was just that...well, Gyre was a fellhound, whether a purebred or not, and that meant that he had their aggression and need to fight when frustrated.
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Post by aggolem on Oct 9, 2008 23:11:39 GMT -5
Larius through his head back at the tower and then turned around. He then put his hands together and then he bowed out of respect. Then he turned to the obviously ticked off fellhound and started to talk. "I'm sorry if that scared you but I didn't want more death to come around this tower. And besides it brings back memories doesn't it. Now show your respect to the fallen and bow in a moment of silence."
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Post by Pyran on Oct 10, 2008 18:06:22 GMT -5
Gyre was, indeed, quiet for a moment, but it wasn't out of respect or anything of the sort. It was out of being dumb-struck. "Respect!" he spat suddenly, scrambling to his feet. "I...." He flashed his blue-fire eyes up at the building, then back at Larius, their irises as cold as steel. Well he wasn't bowing. Gyre didn't exactly respect the dead. It was something different. Fellhounds celebrate death...they're a war-mongering people, and they can't help it. Some might loose a chunk of their aggression over the generations, but it was still there, somewhere. Always prevalent, just a little buried with each generation.
No, Gyre didn't feel like celebrating this death. He wasn't like that. He wasn't one who took joy in spilling blood. But the idea of respecting the dead and mourning those he'd never even knew...well it was ironic and absolutely hilarious when you really thought about it--when you really thought about how the reason GUN had tried to wipe this species out was due to its bloodbaths and the fact that the fellhounds had, in turn, wiped out a few previously peaceful civilizations, murdering complete innocents in the name of fun. No, Gyre didn't take joy in murder, but he didn't exactly feel anything for it. It just was. And that's why this was so funny. Gyre made a strange face partway between a scowl and a grin, if you can imagine that.
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Post by aggolem on Oct 10, 2008 18:14:01 GMT -5
"Respect those that have lost there lives for something that wasn't supposed to happen but it did and that sucked for them. Anyway lets get out of here this place is starting to creep me out." Larius said trying to calm Gyre down. "I have no idea what your race has gone through and my race is also very rare on this planet. But it is with pride that I show my respect for the fallen. Next to me and my tribe of dragons that is the only collony of dragons that i know exists."
Larius then turned away and waited for a response.
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Post by Pyran on Oct 10, 2008 18:23:06 GMT -5
Larius really didn't seem to be catching on to how furious Gyre was at the moment...but that actually disarmed him. It's hard to stay mad at someone who talks in a perfectly calm and peaceful tone. Gyre's ears flicked back and he took in a deep breath of the frozen air.
"Pride....well. I guess that's your way. You know what mine is? My people would light this building on fire, and that would be the most respect the dead would get. I'm sorry...but I'd do it too, really, only I'm not a flamehound, I'm a galehound. So instead those people can have their frozen grave."
He shook his head. "Doesn't really matter, I suppose. Sorry. I get carried away..." Looking back up at Larius, Gyre didn't smile, but he looked a bit kinder now. "Anyways...I have a kid to get back to. It was nice meeting up with you again, Larius."
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Post by aggolem on Oct 11, 2008 12:02:08 GMT -5
"Nice to see you too, Gyre." Larius then through a cloak on and walked towards the ocean. When he could barely see Gyre he Yelled "Good luck with that kid of yours! I hope that we meet again in this world." He then opened up his wings and then took off in the direction of the ocean.
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