Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

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Blue Raptor said:
Basalt hesitated for a mere moment before leaping forward. He’d had enough.
Enough of his rambling and talk about ruling Draconat.
Enough of his constant war and plotting.
Enough of his threats and attacks on his innocent subjects and his SON.
ENOUGH OF APOLLYON.
With a roar, he slashed a talon down the red dragon’s face, leaving claw marks, and whacked his heavy tail hard into the Enfernae’s legs.
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The huge dragon barely flinched at Basalt's brave, but ineffective attack. He growled as he slung the Solosis monarche down hard on the rock ledge below.

"You DARE defy me?!" He roared yet again, flames flickering out of his nostrils.

"I see you wish to become an example of what happens to those who defy my authority. Watch and learn, ladies." He said with a deadly steel to his voice, flashing a look at the other three monarches.
 
Bakbuk said:
"It is time for you all to know something. A great truth that the records of history have hidden from dragons for hundreds of thousands of years." Apollyon said.

"Back when the world and everything in it was first made, the great gods Igneous and Cumulus both put all their creative energy and power together to create the elements. The land, the sea, and- even life itself.
When all was finished, Cumulus was satisfied with his work. But Igneous-- he had a greater, higher, broader vision for this new world. He saw that even as the beginning of all things had come and freshness and newness began to blossom everywhere, it would soon devolve into chaos and ruin without one to watch over and to keep all in order. Powerful and mighty as he was, Igneous knew that he would not last forever. But yet-- he wanted our little world to live on for eternity.
So he gave what he had left. Something that Cumulus, for all his fabled great wisdom and foresight, would never have even dreamed of.
He created a being. Higher than the rest of all creation, to rule, guide, and protect the dragons of our planet. Instilled with the very power of Igneous himself, the great Monarche guided his subjects to greatness and glory, prosperity filling all the land. This land he called--
Draconat.

But there came a time when even the great Monarche passed from this mortal life, and the rule was not left to any other. So chaos, violence, and bloodshed broke out, four different dragons rising to prominence as leaders, all wishing the great throne for themselves. The dragons separated into four different tribes, each seizing a Watchstone and a Communication stone for themselves.
Draconat grew dark and forsaken as the tribes grew further apart.
Eventually however, as time passed, they did start to settle their differences, war less, and trade more. But it never was the same. The line of Monarches had been lost.
Or so they thought.
Then I was born.
I was nothing special-- at first. But as I grew, so did my inherited power and strength. My brother also had this power, but instead of using it to better Draconat, he only thought of what was best for himself, and our tiny village where we lived. He died at a young age.
I wondered why I was different from the others. Why I was stronger. Why I was greater. After many years, I came to find something that had been lost for millenia- The Scroll of the Great Monarche, telling the whole and entire history of our world, this- Draconat.
And it was then, and only then- when I found out why."

"I am the true and final descendant of the Great Monarche himself. And I-- and I alone, have the authority, the power, the majesty and might to rule all of Draconat as my kingdom. A new age has come! One of power, strength, greatness and UNITY, with the new Great Monarche at the heart of this grand and glorious kingdom. I am above you all."

The enormous red dragon stood up to his full height as he shouted long and loud.

"Kneel before me!


I AM YOUR GOD!!!"

The entire mountain shook as Apollyon slammed his spear down and an enormous bolt of lighting blasted the top of the peak, nearly blinding the monarches and the three climbing up the other side of the mountain.
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Ocavo, Flint, and Moss were nearing the top of the peak when the lightning blast sent a shock wave down the mountainside. Flint and Ocavo had secure footing, but Moss flipped over backwards and almost fell down the mountainside. "Whoa!" He yelled. Fortunately Flint, thinking quickly, was able to grab him just in time with his back left talon.
The Solosis clambered back up. "Whew!" He said, wiping his brow. "That was close. Thanks."

"We need to get up there NOW." Ocavo said, looking grim. "That can't be good."
The other two nodded quickly and picked up the pace.

"Almost... there.... almost.... there...." Moss panted to himself as they scrambled up a particularly steep talus slope.
 

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