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fenix_logs2012-05-02 04:27 pm
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WHO: Xehanort, Ventus.
WHAT: Ventus finds that not all shiny things mean good things.
It had been pathetically easy to trap the gold. Almost not even a challenge. The most he'd had to do was mask his scent - and the gold had gone in willingly enough; of course, arranging his horde just right had helped. But the chase was over and if he left it too long, the Gold would leave. Carefully, the older - far older dragon padded in, mouth open to show a cruel grin that only widened when the gold started to scramble back. Ohh this was interesting, it seemed that the youngster wasn't a fool after all and was aware of what hoard owners did to those that were suspected of trying to poach.
Either that or the youngster had looked around to see the few trophies he kept of the more interesting poaching attempts.
"I wasn't--"
Xehanort grinned more when the young dragon cowered. The scuffled that followed was short and brutal, ending with the smaller dragon's neck pinned while he stood (carefully, no use in damaging something this rare) on the wings. Pitiful whines came forth, more so as claws tightened, pressing against the delicate underside of the neck.
"I swear I w--"
"Oh? Weren't stealing from Xehanort's hoard?" A dark chuckle when the gold whined and started to struggle. Not that Xehanort allowed it. A shift in his weight and the to-be-his dragon cried out in pain.
"Two choices, young gold. Sumbit, take my rune and become part of my hoard - my property. Or you may have your throat torn out. I dare say your head would look quite nice as an ornament."
"FIRST ONE. FIRST ONE. I DON'T WANT TO DIE." Ventus' voice drowned out the rest of what Xehanort was saying, but he didn't need to know. This was Xehanort. Everyone knew the stories of him - of how cruel he was to those that crossed him.
"How rude, but very well." He didn't need to release the gold until the rune-spell was cast and he knew it's taken hold.
Once released, the gold was backing away into a corner where he curled up. Xehanort chuckled then turned away.
He still had to hunt after all. Maybe a nice buck in celebration his newest acquisition.
WHAT: Ventus finds that not all shiny things mean good things.
It had been pathetically easy to trap the gold. Almost not even a challenge. The most he'd had to do was mask his scent - and the gold had gone in willingly enough; of course, arranging his horde just right had helped. But the chase was over and if he left it too long, the Gold would leave. Carefully, the older - far older dragon padded in, mouth open to show a cruel grin that only widened when the gold started to scramble back. Ohh this was interesting, it seemed that the youngster wasn't a fool after all and was aware of what hoard owners did to those that were suspected of trying to poach.
Either that or the youngster had looked around to see the few trophies he kept of the more interesting poaching attempts.
"I wasn't--"
Xehanort grinned more when the young dragon cowered. The scuffled that followed was short and brutal, ending with the smaller dragon's neck pinned while he stood (carefully, no use in damaging something this rare) on the wings. Pitiful whines came forth, more so as claws tightened, pressing against the delicate underside of the neck.
"I swear I w--"
"Oh? Weren't stealing from Xehanort's hoard?" A dark chuckle when the gold whined and started to struggle. Not that Xehanort allowed it. A shift in his weight and the to-be-his dragon cried out in pain.
"Two choices, young gold. Sumbit, take my rune and become part of my hoard - my property. Or you may have your throat torn out. I dare say your head would look quite nice as an ornament."
"FIRST ONE. FIRST ONE. I DON'T WANT TO DIE." Ventus' voice drowned out the rest of what Xehanort was saying, but he didn't need to know. This was Xehanort. Everyone knew the stories of him - of how cruel he was to those that crossed him.
"How rude, but very well." He didn't need to release the gold until the rune-spell was cast and he knew it's taken hold.
Once released, the gold was backing away into a corner where he curled up. Xehanort chuckled then turned away.
He still had to hunt after all. Maybe a nice buck in celebration his newest acquisition.