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Only a month had passed since the ghost dragon, Silver Crest, had led Narrae astray and taken her to a city the likes of which she'd never seen- less modern than the one in which she'd met Madman, but no less troublesome. During her time there, she'd been captured nearly twice, chased, harassed, and had killed a great many people in the name of personal bias, disregarding any who attempted to offer aid until she became too physically weak to deny her need for such.
The city had only been seen shortly after the events that transpired in Nottas Drachyr, leaving Narrae's ever aloof stance with their wayward Leader, Cirinia, an unmentioned topic of debate. As such, the Majordomo had adopted the belief that she now ruled over the Sh'Tusa's Seekers in the stead of the dark-scaled female along side her mate, Xiu. The appropriate title not adopted in favor of the former, familiar one, Majordomo Narrae stepped out of her lair.
As ever one to make the most unpleasant of presences whenever he deemed fit, the male soared high over Vesmora, wings echoing with the trademark leathery sound of a dragon in flight. As would be assumed from his actions in the city a month prior, Silver Crest had allied with the dark dragon, Myrria.
As ever a pawn in the grand scheme of things, he now moved to, once again, lure Narrae away from the Clan territory. As one of the strongest obstacles to Myrria's success in dominating the region, she posed significant threat with her strange magics and her equally strange familiar.
Silver Crest now drew near the area he knew the tri-colored female's lair to reside with air threading through his lengthy mane; his winding and almost oriental body undulating with each practiced movement and dark blue eyes stark against the gray scales that served as a backdrop, wide and searching for the slightest sign of movement or for the glistening movement of fluorescent scales.
Upon sighting the female exiting her designated pit, the would-be attacker exhaled flame. No effort was made to actively hit her, but such would be enough to draw the female's ire. Smaller than she, he'd not last long if their battle became a test of physical might and, as such, he chose to lure her away from the Clangrounds. Xiu was probably out patrolling and it would be best to keep him from becoming involved.
As a pawn, Silver had little to bet against the might of a Queen.
The flames that came in contact with a nearby tree sent bark and splintered bits of wood flying in every direction and Narrae ducked down slightly out of instinct rather than cowardice, seeking to protect herself from an assumed onslaught of attacks.
Instead, as the blue tilted her amber gaze to the pale sky, she noted the flash of silver and white scales, a tell-tale sign of just who sought to do her ill on this day.
Immediately enraged, the female released a horrendous roar of outrage, trotted forward, and took off, her lumbering, heavy flight stalking his in the manner noticeably aggressive from the moment she touched the sky. Flames curling about her maw, the female sought the other without hesitation and without forethought. That this incident mirrored the one which took her to the city was a largely ignored bit of information: she was angry now, so she'd hurt him now.
With the brute trailing him, Silver Crest soared leisurely enough along, knowing full-well she'd not catch him as long as he remained careful in the manner he crossed over Vesmora. Provided he kept her at bay, she'd be hard pressed to keep close enough to see him, but remain too far back to douse him in fire.
Queen baited and in hot pursuit, Silver headed for the only area in Vesmora bathed in perpetual darkness: the volcano. Bathed in ash and smoke, that which lie ahead radiated an angry red hue into the sky above, its cracked peak giving the slightest hint of what dangers might lie within- and Silver Crest knew Narrae would not hesitate in pursuing him there.
Materializing astride the tri-colored female, Blankface's thick black lips were drawn into a grim smile, Tempting fate again so soon, Magus? When she failed to answer him, the specter only cackled humorlessly and remained silent, his doglike figure clutching the scaled beast easily as she soared onward.
Truthfully, he'd been the reason she'd been 'rescued' from the city. Had he not intervened and sought the aid of the feathered dragon, Narrae would've likely died or become a caged 'pet' for the two-legged variety to gawk at on a daily basis. That she so readily tempted her demise once again only further served as grounding evidence that without the familiar to constantly pick her back up when she fell, she would've died long ago.
Indeed, he knew of death better than any other, he liked to believe; there were enough twists and turns in life that it only required the slightest push to end it all and that inspired a childlike glee which persisted in the specter's demeanor as the two drew all the closer to the raging inferno ahead.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
A figure lingered at the volcano's lip, shadowed against the blazing, hellish inferno below. Coils of lazily moving smoke rose out of the volcano in a steady column, bringing with it the heat from the fire that played with the dragon's mane.
The witch had chosen this particular location to stage her battle with Narrae, for in the chance that she lost against the flag-beast, Silver Crest or herself could always fling her into the lava below. Speaking of the male, she wondered when he would get back with Narrae; her patience had begun to run thin.
Her ash-stained claws were brought up over the pit and she reached out towards a strand of smoke, thoughtfully watching as it coiled around it and continued its skyward journey. A small distraction. She turned away from the volcano's mouth to look up at the cloudy sky, searching it for the two figures she was expecting.
Soon enough, she did, her eye drawn by a flash of fire that escaped from a red-winged blue figure, trailing shortly behind one of silver. A sliver of a smile appeared upon Myrria's face as she watched their approach, their wingbeats becoming audible as they drew slowly closer. She would wait until the two landed, before she would do or say anything.
Silver Crest landed swiftly once he crossed the void into the volcano's open maw, body becoming incorporeal in response to a blast of flame exhaled by the flag dragon as she approached.
It was only natural that he backed up until mostly concealed in shadows, though he made no effort to hide himself any further. This would not be his battle and certainly not his triumphant victory, though he could always play a part in the actual succession of Narrae if things turned grim for the witch across the way.
She landed heavily and with some effort, chest heaving from the exertion she'd had to put herself through to keep up with the aforementioned male. Aware her flames had not scorched him as she would've liked them to, Narrae turned her gaze instead to the dark female beyond, tone somewhat even as she addressed the stranger, "I take it you are the Puppet's master, then?"
Anger put aside for the moment, the brute took stock of the apparent advantages she'd over either dragon. Certainly, she would out-match either once she started throwing her weight around, but the darker had that air of magic about her which encouraged wariness in the blue.
Nonetheless, Narrae bared her fangs and took up the trademark stance of dominance, wings flared and head held high, clawed feet spread far apart for balance, "You smell familiar, Stranger, what is your name?"
Blank remained upon the brute's back until she landed and, at that point, dismounted and scampered to a larger rock upon which to observe the happenings of the battle. He already knew the outcome, of course (or was very good at giving the impression of such), so an expression of incredible disinterest remained affixed to his angular features, limp green hair shifting only slightly as he looked at each of them in turn, saying nothing as the events played out around him.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
Eyes of midnight watched the two as they came in for a landing, Silver Crest going somewhere behind her while Narrae simply landed some distance before her. Myrria took a few steps closer, her lips twitching into a smile at the flag-beast's question.
"Yes, I am." Myrria replied. "I should think so. I had hoped that you hadn't forgotten me so quickly, or have you? You took me in off of my real mother's hands when she did not want me. Either she or you named me, and it is Myrria. Do you remember at least that?" The witch continued, the calmness in her tone fading as anger rose and gave her words an edge.
"I am the one that killed most of the beasts of Vesmora, in hopes you and yours would starve. To send a message. I have been watching and waiting.. but I refuse to wait any longer to bring an end to you, and to my real mother." Myrria hissed, her claws digging into the volcano's ash-covered stone. "You won't be leaving this place alive, and the rest shall fall quickly without you."
Narrae's fangs remained bared as the name sunk into the tattered sense of awareness that called itself her mind. That she did not recognize the other immediately a given, a snarled response was forthcoming, "Arr, if only I'd the memory to waste on you, Wretch."
Without further adieu, the brute lowered her head and charged. Provided Myrria didn't move, Narrae'd make to tear open her right side before going for her wing. As always with the blue, things would get physical quickly and she'd work to keep it that way- the longer it took Myrria to escape the elder female, the more quickly the fight would be ended.
If Myrria did, however, manage to evade the initial charge-and-bite maneuver, Narrae'd make to club her with the spines upon her tail, though such could also be avoided if the youth kept on her toes. Just as much as her flight was slowed, the brute's physical size and weight also was; she couldn't turn on a dime.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
The witch's smile widened as the tri-colored female recognized her, but her smile looked more like an angry baring of teeth than something to show her amusement, her blue eyes flashing a brilliant yellow for a mere moment. "A wretch no more than you, as you raised me." The dark lady retorted, dancing aside as Narrae charged for her.
Myrria barely escaped the later swing of Narrae's tail, earning a few cuts across the front of one forelimb as she jerked backwards to avoid it. She didn't stop moving there, but began to circle Narrae, keeping behind her beyond the reach of that spiked tail as she thought over how to injure the beast. She knew that she was smaller than Narrae, as well as physically weaker and knew that she couldn't let her enemy get a good hold of her or else the battle would be over swiftly. And she'd planned from the start to emerge victorious.
Myrria soon came to a decision and leaped up with a beat of her wings, using them to stir up ash as she attempted to land upon the beast's back. Her claws would be used to cling, if she was not thrown off initially, and she would try to tear into Narrae as much as she could manage.
When and if she was thrown off, Myrria would retreat to a safe distance with a snarl, her body tensing as she planned her next move and waited for Narrae to make hers.
Failure to recognize Myrria, as the dark-scaled lady had presumed she had, resulted in Narrae attempting to work out the other's identity while the events played out. As Myrria danced away from the initial attack and barely avoided the brunt of the tail swipe, Narrae caught onto a slight familiarity about the other's behavior, which she worked out as things progressed.
There'd only been one dragon before who sought to lord himself over the whole of Vesmora and that dragon had killed the Clan leader before Cirinia, Enryous.
Thoughts interrupted for the time being as Myrria flung ash into the air, Narrae ducked down slightly to rub at her eyes with either foreclaw, seeking to clear them as the third eyelid in either eye worked away to dislodge the smaller debris. Pausing, the dragon resumed her struggle through years of miscellaneous memories.
And had also demanded that she, Narrae, find him a suitable mate in return for Enryous' mate, Nero not long before Enry met his demise at the titan's claws.
Interrupted again, Narrae thrashed violently as the other dared land upon her, roaring triumphantly when she managed to finally dislodge the female. The wounds delivered to what parts of her back were not covered in mane stung painfully and the brute reflected momentarily upon the ash in the air- such injuries would require careful cleaning, no matter how big or small.
After nearly dying from the wounds inflicted upon her by the titan, Narrae had been about to offer herself for the sake of her then-Leader when Valaina had emerged from the surrounding area, and done so in her place.
"You're..." Narrae started, eyes widening slightly, her tone incredulous.
And when she'd hatched a male heir and a female, the titan's bias had resulted in the 'princess' being hidden by she, Narrae, in lieu of having had two eggs to Xiu instead of one.
"You are Myrria, daughter of Valaina, who gave you to me so that your father would not kill you upon first glance." Narrae stated more severely, "I remember you now. I took care of you so that Zren wouldn't know and destroy you, but when you found out that I was not your mother, you fled my care as this volcano erupted for the first time."
Even still, the dragon's demeanor and tone hardened as she snarled, "I thought you died." Regardless of the revelation, Narrae had been pushed to anger- she would not forgive the younger for what she'd done.
"You've taken after your father, I see." Said she, "So, I will kill you here to prevent you from becoming anything more like him. Your mother will understand."
And so, with more vigor than prior, Narrae charged again. If she did not catch Myrria, she'd perform the same maneuver as prior; the brute fought habitually, so it wouldn't be hard to predict her next move, though the use of fire was somewhat lacking. Ash kicked up as she moved, trailing her like coiling snakes through the air.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
The moment she had landed on Narrae's back, Myrria felt her begin to try to shake her and her balance began to slip. Some swipes had been managed before she felt it was time to leap off, moving a short distance away to turn and face her enemy. The blue seemed to be distracted for a moment, which was puzzling.
When Narrae began to speak, there was a tone of recognition in her voice. The witch frowned and straightened a little, her eyes narrowing as the blue continued. They later widened in surprise at the mention of a father.. and what he would have done. "I had a father?" Myrria asked; this time, it was her turn to sound incredulous.
For a moment, she experienced emotions she had never touched upon before, and they were unwelcome in their strangeness. Myrria let them get swept away by the new wave of anger, something that was familiar to her, as Narrae next spoke of her real mother, and that she would understand if she was killed.
"I think not!" The witch snarled and charged head-on towards the coming blue tank, leaping up at the last second to dive upon her in another attempt to bite and tear in a wild, fury-driven frenzy.
Narrae's method of attack altered as the other met her charge, rather than seeking to avoid her. With the distance closed and maintained, she reared and met the other all claws and teeth, caring little for whatever injuries she might've sustained. She need not worry for falling on either her side or back, with both wings and tail to support her at any given shift in position, and kept herself from likewise pitching back onto all-fours by either sheer momentum or the presence of her foe's body.
That the brute sustained injuries was a given, claw marks riddling her here and there, blood coagulating in the ash underfoot as the two 'danced.' Perhaps there'd come a point where some form of break would occur in the fight, one side giving more than the other and defending less while the other did more. How it happened, exactly, would be up to speculation. Blankface or Silver Crest might've known, as they observed, simply from their presence outside of the struggle-- though the obvious would come eventually.
Size and age alone permitted Narrae to eventually gain a secure hold upon the smaller female, slamming her into the ash and blood as roughly as she could. Such would not stop there, though, and the blue wrapped her jaws around the smaller's neck, turning to haul her toward the gaping pit wherein the lava bubbled feverishly, as if waiting.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
The witch saw her opponent rear as they closed the gap between themselves and reared to meet Narrae, although with some difficulty on two feet; as such had never really been attempted in a fight. She proceeded to exchange blows with the blue, her fury and the stress of the fight forcing away the pain of what wounds she received from her elder, for now. Soot-stained claws flashed against opposing blue flesh and came away bloody, jaws parted in the occasional angry roar or loud, stuttering growl.
This dance of death eventually came to an end as her adoptive mother managed to grasp her and slam her to the ground, the ash curling up around her like grasping fingers. The force of being thrown down had knocked the air from Myrria's lungs, leaving her lying on her back, struggling and gasping, vulnerable as Narrae wrapped her jaws around her neck. Air was slowly regained into her lungs and her claws dug into the ash-covered ground in the attempt to slow Narrae's progress towards the volcano's mouth, where the heat rose in hateful waves, but her claws met no resistance and the ash gave way easily, as though readily allowing her to be dragged to her death.
Fear rose to mingle with her rage and Myrria began to struggle against Narrae's jaws, not caring if the tips of the elder's teeth dug into her flesh. She didn't believe that this would be her end, and that her mother would have hated her so to allow her to be killed like this.
"Silver, damn you! Help me!" Myrria screamed to the silver dragon, desperation giving a jagged edge to her voice as she commanded her servant. Whether or not he really agreed to help his mistress, was up to him.
Narrae ignored the younger's struggles as they neared the finale. She'd have to break one of the smaller dragon's wings to ensure there wasn't some type of escape made and the brute paused to do so, adjusting her grip and head position accordingly so that Myrria could look at her left appendage as the larger's yellow talons were brought down upon one of the larger bones. She'd pull and snap after that, provided she went uninterrupted.
And interrupted, she was.
Silver Crest had not dallied once he witnessed the fall of the witch before the tri-colored female. Charging as she had before, he emulated Myrria's assault in a manner Narrae would be hard-pressed to ignore.
The silver dragon could not have beaten Narrae on a normal day or under normal circumstances, no, but this instance was of a particularly unique type.
As he charged, she reared and so did he.
Blankface sprung into action the moment he realized the Magus' folly. Perched upon the edge, she now reared to face Silver Crest with Myrria clutched in her jaws. She'd nothing to grab ahold with save for her claws, which locked with the silver dragon's moments after she took to hind legs.
As Blank moved forward, the brute's tail lowered for balance... to find none available. Aware that she was now falling backwards, Narrae released the dead weight that the smaller dragon had become, in favor of attempting to right herself before she hit the lava.
Emitting a horrendous hiss, the doglike Familiar took a vaguely dragonlike shape, a pair of deformed heads snaking toward the enemy dragons whilst lengthy tentacles sought the falling blue. A few snaps were given to the offenders before he was forced to turn. He'd priority for her life above all else, the aggrivators could be left to their own devices for the time being.
Silver did not wait for the black dragon to rise and instead took to the sky readily as soon as the ghost showed signs of being on the move, ducking away from its snapping jaws as he spiraled into the heavens, vaguely silhouetted against the smog above. Whether or not he'd meet up with Myrria again later on was in the air; he could really care less at this point.
At some level, his heart ached for what he'd done, too. Narrae had been his mate at one point and two of their sons still lived. Even still, when he'd grown depleted of the energies he used to sustain his physical form and had taken a 'breather' in the other world, she had not waited for him and declared him dead. As such, she'd been taken by the feathered dragon, Xiu. True, the oriental's heart did cry out for the one he'd felled this day, but he need only burn away its sorrow with the betrayal he felt.
Contrary to popular belief, Narrae did not die. As Silver Crest gave her the final push she needed to fall, she'd predictably made to right herself. Unfortunately, despite what kinetic energy the female harnessed in lieu of an 'element' was of some level useless. She could not levitate or otherwise project herself in another direction and she could likewise not pick up all the lava and fling it somewhere else.
Rocks and ash above the lip shifted slightly as she sought an alternative outcome to the inevitable, but such was out of her range of abilities and, too, she was too heavy to change direction immediately or for her wings to stop her fall.
Hitting the lava at an angle, the majority of the beast's right side was submerged in the destructive, super-heated pit and she emitted a horrendous shriek of pure agony. Even as her Familiar's spectral grasp fixed around her rapidly melting body, Narrae felt at some level hyper aware of just how much danger she was in. If he didn't remove her swiftly enough, vital organs could be damaged-- she'd die later, slowly, and likely writhing in agony all the while.
Thankfully, there came the hint of magic and Narrae's pain was lessened and she was pulled from the lava before much more could be done. The vision in her right eye had gone and that side likewise felt numb as no nerves persisted through the hell she'd just encountered to inform her what all still remained.
The deformed, limp vestiges of her right wing and both of her right legs persisted, but little flesh lingered on that half of her body. Essentially a dragonized version of a famous villain in Gotham City, Narrae succumbed to unconsciousness shortly thereafter, leaving her Familiar to pick over her smouldering remains and to, perhaps, deal with the witch who'd nearly done in his master.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
The younger dragon could feel the sear of the volcano's heat baking against her scales as they neared the edge and felt herself shifted as Narrae moved her aside. Her confusion for what her elder was doing was soon knocked aside as she felt a pain in one of her wings as Narrae's claws came down to break it.
The witch shrieked and began to struggle again; the moment she had, the pain stopped as the blue's attempt were interrupted when Silver rose to her rescue. The dragoness was dangling helplessly in Narrae's jaws as she rose to meet her pale attacker, and later dropped as the blue began to lose her balance.
Myrria hit the ground with a thump and another wave of soot, teeth bared as she pulled herself away from the crumbling lip of the volcano, where Narrae had just fallen. She rose up carefully, all of her wounds singing an ugly chorus at once, as she dared to look over the edge to watch her enemy perish.
A strange apparition suddenly flew in from the side, startling her with snapping jaws to rescue the blue from her fate. Myrria felt a flash of anger at this, but was helpless to alter what was already happening. After Silver had left from pushing Narrae, the witch was left alone upon the volcano's peak to watch the beast fly off with its half-burned cargo.
Whether or not Narrae would die, Myrria didn't know nor care at the moment, too bitter over her loss. Her eyes were averted from the shrinking figure and spread her ash-riddled wings, the one Narrae had gone after giving a little twinge, to thrust herself into the air, leaving trails of soot as it was dislodged from her body. It was time to go home, to clean up and tend to her wounds; but never again would she bother with Vesmora. It was too much trouble to deal with.
