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sirenspull2012-07-02 11:26 pm
returnsmagic) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-02 11:26 pm
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Sixth Mercy - Video - forward dated to mid-morning
[ There's a scrambling noise, of something sharp and heavy scraping against the television. A heavy noise soon followed it, a noise that sounds remarkably like breathing, but ten times as loud, louder than a lion's and as loud as a fan of an air plane.
Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.
The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]
I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.
There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.
[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]
No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.
[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]
I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.
Life is life. Nothing more.
[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]
If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.
As usual, I am at the baseball field.
[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]
Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.
The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]
I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.
There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.
[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]
No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.
[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]
I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.
Life is life. Nothing more.
[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]
If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.
As usual, I am at the baseball field.
[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]
Action
At whose hands?
no subject
[ Aurican isn't so monosyllablic, but the memories of both demises and the fear for the wyrmlings have made him unable to bear to make any elaboration. ]