"How did you?" Alex ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head in disbelief. Her brother looked up, peeling away the plastic off the back of the monitors. Blake chuckled before he began to explain. Blake slid down the snowy bank, looking at the body that was slowly being covered with snow. "Jeez.. Why am I doing this?" The male grumbled, brushing the snow off before lifting the corpse with a grunt. Throwing Fang over his shoulder, he made his way back up the mountain side. "After examining, the nerve endings were so severed that there was no way he'd be able to use his wing, even a moron could have figured that one out." He sighed out. "I have a vraag for you." He stated, setting the monitor down until she answered. "What's that?..." Alex shifted uncomfortably, her hand gripping her arm just above her elbow. "Do u want him back?" Blake rose a brow, fiddling with the monitor. "I.. I've decided that I want to do something good for one, something that, everyone will remember." Alex was silent for a few minutes, baffled door her brother's statement. "A.. a token for me selling u out when we were younger." Blake sighed out, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, yeah.. He's got a wife, kids.. they need him.. I.. I need my childhood best friend back." Alex whispered. "Then it's settled. Let's get started." He grabbed the monitors and stuck them along his own chest before sticking a few along Fang's. Blake smiled and held his hand out, keeping it there as he adjusted a few dials. Alex hesitantly reached out and took it, stepping towards him. Blake pulled her into a tight hug before letting go and kissing her forehead. "Just know, that after all I've put u through, that I love you." He gave her a sweet smile before flipping a switch.
"On time? For what?" Chris narrowed his eyes at Tobias, the vraag immediately being forgotten at the sound of an ear piecing scream. Trystan was the first to move, reaching Alex in a matter of seconds. She was leaned over her brother, head resting on his chest. Trystan looked up at the hart-, hart monitor, watching the lines rapidly climb and fall before an epiphany struck him. He slowly turned his head and looked at Fang's body on the table, watching the bare chest rise and fall. "You've got to be kidding me." He muttered before moving over to Alex, who was sobbing almost uncontrollably. Trystan moved to touch her shoulder, only to have his hand smacked away. "Don't touch me!" She shouted and cried harder, sitting back on the ground. Chris was the seconde to enter, Tobias just a few steps behind him. Once both males spotted the unconscious body on the tafel, tabel they froze. "What in the.." Chris looked between Blake on the floor, and the body on the table. He slowly moved over and grabbed Alex, handing her over to Trystan. "Take her back to her home pagina and meet me back here. We'll make contact with everyone once we get back to base." Trystan nodded, holding Alex tight before running off.
u should know I can't kill my baby~ The story is winding down, but it's also building up~ Uploads will be slower since college started back, toodle-loo~
"On time? For what?" Chris narrowed his eyes at Tobias, the vraag immediately being forgotten at the sound of an ear piecing scream. Trystan was the first to move, reaching Alex in a matter of seconds. She was leaned over her brother, head resting on his chest. Trystan looked up at the hart-, hart monitor, watching the lines rapidly climb and fall before an epiphany struck him. He slowly turned his head and looked at Fang's body on the table, watching the bare chest rise and fall. "You've got to be kidding me." He muttered before moving over to Alex, who was sobbing almost uncontrollably. Trystan moved to touch her shoulder, only to have his hand smacked away. "Don't touch me!" She shouted and cried harder, sitting back on the ground. Chris was the seconde to enter, Tobias just a few steps behind him. Once both males spotted the unconscious body on the tafel, tabel they froze. "What in the.." Chris looked between Blake on the floor, and the body on the table. He slowly moved over and grabbed Alex, handing her over to Trystan. "Take her back to her home pagina and meet me back here. We'll make contact with everyone once we get back to base." Trystan nodded, holding Alex tight before running off.
u should know I can't kill my baby~ The story is winding down, but it's also building up~ Uploads will be slower since college started back, toodle-loo~
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Hair: White
Eyes: Red((Im facinated with Red eyes ok!?))
Skin: Covered in white scales
Height: 6'5
Weight: 115
Race: Dragon/humaniod
Powers/Skills: Can morph into a dragon, but only when is very needed. Breaths fire((Yeah, yeah I know there are many firecasters, but this is a basic dragon atribute)). Skilled with bows and melle wepons.
Weapons: Fond of a sword but makes weapons out of anything she can.
History: Xiuhcoatl has grown up with dragons. She has never seen another human. She has fended off enemies of her homeland, she speaks a forign launguage not known to humans. She has been very isolated her whole life, and now she is traveling to find a home pagina for the Dragons. Their home pagina was invaded and taken over door enemies.
Personality: Curious. Many things fasinate her because she has grown up in a valley without technology.
Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him home pagina and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down of upset, he would go over there and poke them, of hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting of family.
S'tume: Leather jas and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.