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Aleigon Eran
Topic Started: February 6, 2011, 9:18 pm (120 Views)
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an unbreakable soldier
Aleigon

Name: Aleigon Eran
Race: Demon
Species Type: Forsaken-Demon
Dragon: Nyvfareal
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Nicknames: Frost Byrth, Fire Byrth, War Byrth, Syn Byrth, Ragement, Homicidal, Genocidal
Element(s): Frost, Fire, Syn, War (Elemental)
Chemicals: RageRok, Perma Frost, Liquid Nitrogen, Emergynce Blood, Crystalist Strand
Attributes: Paranormal Abilities, Gravitational Forces, Control of the Dead and Living, Shape shifting, Atmospheric Phenomena, Judgment, Telepathy and Telekinesis, Elemental Control, Heal self (and sometimes others)
Species Origin: Vroyne, AdelVicenta Vyathia, Vryllnithia
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 169 lbs.
Weapon: Vrëyin (Vlykyn sword)
Family: Deceased
Occupation: Slaughterer, Manifested Monster, Avenger
Skills: Being a Demon, Aleigon has the skills pertained to his dragon, Nyvfareal, and the forsaken-demon's below the abyss of VroneGard. Aleigon has proven pretty worthy, only he has been very uncanny about things, especially stubborn.
Personality: Stubborn, insubordinate, arrogant at times and violent, Aleigon has a scornful distaste in those who walk upon them. There is no greeting from him or a welcoming "Hello." After his trauma with Nyvfareal, they had a unkindly distaste in the disaster, as well as other people. Violent and volatile he is, Aleigon also picked up the anger he enraged when he was a boy.

History: Bound by a shared past, both Nyvfareal and Aleigon the AnneVangyne and Forsaken-Demon of the memories of lost times. Torturing, beaten, bludgeoned, and suffered, both gave in and lost to the Vlykyn and their riders. Insurmountable Odds, a breakneck of priority. Revenge of the Fallen. Collapsing to their demand and power, Nyvfareal saw it in her rider's eyes that he had given up, she he as not. Trying to assure him, convincing him, it wasn't enough. The Return of her Omen would never come back. He was as dead as dead could get. Broken down and manifested with the thoughts of suicide or even giving in. Nyvfareal thought she was loosing him. Her little omen.

Story:
Dead beat down, steel rods protruding through her chest, spine, neck, legs, wings and all, blood seeping out of the wounds, the magma of dried blood over the flesh wounds. Nearly bludgeoned to death yet again, Nyvfareal collapsed later after her rider. Her Arylen had given in much quicker than she had presumed. And she thought they were supposed to be stronger than the infested breed, Vlykyn. Her little omen, Aleigon, was on the opposite side of the room, bleeding to death, shackles on his wrists, chains bounded to them to pin his body to the floor. Slouched over on his back, dark brown hair dangling over his face, head and body limp, a pool of blood leaking from beneath him.

Releasing a shriek of horror, Nyvfareal strained against her own chains, the rods sending out surges of pain through her body, she could only think of one thing: get to her rider. The chains detained her body to the floor, her own blood leaching to the tiled floor, a mess of sanguine. Clamping her jaws shut, Nyvfareal swiped her paw across the floor, nearly grabbing one of the near Vlykyn. Hissing, a few of the Vlykyn bounded her jaws shut with chains, tightening them so she couldn't break free of her imprisonment. Thrusting them against her own will, the dragons pulled against the chains, breaking her down. Nyvfareal roared through her conscience, piercing all those who stood by. Aleigon screamed in pain, knowing her own as they shared it together. We bleed together, Aleigon. Nyvfareal's voice prodded against his, showing her presence and assurance.

Clenching his hands, Aleigon slipped his foot out, tripping one of the Vlykyn guards. Head smashing to the ground, Aleigon felt the handle of his sword against his boot. Kicking his boot, the sword flung up in the air, landing in his lap. Smiling, his hands coerced the blade, the crimson blade of slaughter. Shimmering down the hilt to the tip of the sword, the waving stream converted the crimson blade into a deadly asphalt-black. Shocked by its intentions, Aleigon, lifted the sword using the handle, seeing as it was true and his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

Rising her head from the floor, Nyvfareal smiled, the lips rising over the sharp, serrated and razor teeth, blood stained and searing. The Vlykyn and Vlakas hissed, seeing as the two regained their own will. "Do you mock us?" one of them snarled, shouting from beyond the group.

Aleigon hissed, gripping the sword's hilt. Eyes glazed on the man who spoke, he wrenched his arm free from one of the chains and shackles, rising off the ground, blood dripping off his hands and body, mainly his back and legs. Looking down, a small steel rod em-placed in his leg, Aleigon grabbed the shaft, ripping it out of his own thigh, blood slipping through the wound and down his pant legs, dripping off the edges of his pants and to the floor. The soft dripping compiling to the snarls and hisses in the room. Nyvfareal hissed, her eyes darting all over the room, mainly at the men who caused her pain and suffering. This was not over.

Straining against his chains, Aleigon roared with fury, wrenching the rest of his body free. Nyvfareal shook against the chains bounding her jaws shut, as well as the rest of her own body.

Standing upon a ledge against one of the walls in the room, a man with metal mail, armored up with a crimson symbol etched in the chest plate of his armor. The symbol was the rank or sorts of the type he was presented in. A Corporal. A smile breached on his face, deepening as he watched the Abyloct and Arylen fight against his own men, knowing it was futile to even press against them. "You won't get out by that way!" he laughed.

Aleigon averted his eyes to the Corporal standing on the ledge, hands crossed behind his back, his stance straight and broad. "What are you talking about?" Aleigon hissed.
"Fighting your way out or surpassing my men isn't going to help yourselves redeem your freedom."
"And how is that so?"
"I know so."
"Answer the dang question!" Aleigon ordered.
"You don't give the orders around her. I do." With that, he left the ledge, walking through a separate pair of doors which lead into another room. Aleigon hissed, glancing over at his dragon whom was fighting back anyways, swiping her paw, butting her head at the Vlykyn dragons and thrashing her body, throwing it against the chains. Blinded by the sight of it all, he wasn't aware of what was around him. Turning his head, he wasn't on time to react.

Nyvfareal shrieked, pulling against the chains. One of the Vlykyn mounted her back, its jaws locked over her neck, sinking into her throat. Breaking the chains that detained her jaws shut, Nyvfareal shrieked in pain, another Vlykyn coming from below, grabbing her by the neck from underneath, pulling her head and neck down to the ground. The Vlykyn's body crashed to the floor, back first, holding Nyvfareal's head with its jaws, claws locked onto her neck while the mounted Vlykyn held her body pinned. Wings were spread flat across the floor as steed rod like nails held them down, blood soaking the wings.

Aleigon screamed, going on a rampage. Thrusting his body through many men, trying to get to his dragon, One of the Vlakas hammered his sword's blade into Aleigon's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, but he still kept going. Swinging his sword, slicing the arms and bodies of the men who stood and opposed him. Heads rolled across the blood, blood spraying in mists and splatter, bodies falling to the ground. Let the bodies hit the floor (I hate that song). Smiling, curving it to the left side of his lips, his dark brown hair draped over his face, curving to the left as it was parted to the left and not the right. Standing, the sword against his left side, blade dragging against the floor, the massacre of many Vlakas, he started after his dragon. Her screams breaching past the corridors and walls of the building. "I will not have you take her life!" Aleigon roared, lifting his sword parallel to his chest, the blade horizontal and outwards, extended forward. The blade shimmered in lights, growing lambent, the luminous colors of blacks, reds, and various dark blues and amethyst.

Thwarting the enemies with his sword, dismembering them, dismantling and lacerating, Aleigon wasn't going to stop from trying to reach his dragon. Screaming words unknown, even words he didn't know, Aleigon slammed the sword's blade against the floor, cracks breaking the floor, flames uprising from below, beacons of light beaming from beneath him. A shock-wave boomed from his standing spot, cracking a loud roar and boom. Air pushing up from below the ground, his eyes lit up with fury, glowing a crimson-vermilion. Never forgive.... never forgive... never forgive.
"I can for you."
Don't cry over me, Aleigon. Just suffer with me and we can all go home.
"Home? Where is home?"
Our birthplace. Where we came from.
"Verlin?"
Home! Nyvfareal smiled. Aleigon smiled back, knowing they weren't going to make it out alive. Do this one thing for me.
"And what is that?" he asked.
Lower down your anger.... and die with me. Not alone. But... with me.
"I can do that." Nyvfareal hissed, the pain lancing down her spine and body, feeling her own blood and life leave her body. Terminating the barriers and his own power, the shields leaving his side, the cracked floors steaming with smoke, Aleigon staggered over to his dragon. Only ten feet from her, he knew he wouldn't be able to make it. Hissing, her eyes were attracted by something else.
Aleigon! Look out! She roared. Turning back, it was too late.

A man came up from behind Aleigon, shoving a sword in between his chest and stomach, piercing through the flesh, the blade tip visible behind him, through the back. Blood dripped off the tip, dripping down his back and floor. His own blood seeped down the dent in the middle of the blade, draining off to the side as the man rose the sword, more pain lancing through his body from the sudden shift of the blade in his body. Blood leached out the corners of his lips, running down his chin and neck. "I told you, boy, you weren't going to get out of her alive. Neither one of you." Aleigon hissed, his eyes glazed over with a light red, his sight flickering from black to white, then to red. Wrenching the sword out of his body, he kicked Aleigon to the floor, his body collapsing at an instant.

Smiling, the Corporal, Fletcher von Dresdner, looked over at the Vlykyn, dipping his head. "Come," he spoke with a demanding voice. "Leave them here to die." Watching as the Vlykyn released their grips on Nyvfareal, leaving her to die with her rider, Aleigon hissed, cursing under his bloody breath, more blood pusing from his mouth and wound. Stroding next to his side as Fletched von Dresdner left the vacinity with the remaining Vlykyn and their riders, he took once more glance, closing the doors of their misery.

Staggering to reach his dragon, he collapsed to the floor, his breathing hoarse and rasp, chest heaving, trying to get air into his lugs, but all was nearly fatal and lethal. Mine rider, how could have one done so much to us?
"They're enemies, that is why."
I cannot loose you. Not you, Aleigon. Never you.
"I assure you... we will be together again. You and I. Both of us.... together."
I cannot help but believe your words.
"Trust me, Nyvfareal. We will be together.... again." Wincing, his crawled over to his dragon, his hand laid upon her muzzle as her limp body was spread flat on the floor, wings as well. The steel rods thrust through her own body, bleeding out to her death, Aleigon as well. Pulling his body closer to her, he felt her faint heart beat. The beating of her own heart slow and failing.

Thump.... thump..... thump.......... thump..................... thump.... Silence.

Her eyes shut tight, closed, never to open again. As her rider? He sat at her side by her muzzle, arms laid out on her muzzle, one against her cheek bone, head placed against hers, dying at her side in her grasp. We will die together.


Disclaimer: I do not own the AnneVangyne breed, Forsaken-Demon, Vlykyn, Vlakas or anything pertaining to Vryllnithia. All based characters I have mentioned belong to Sangyne (Alli).
Edited by Vaelyis, February 6, 2011, 9:37 pm.
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