Zan the Avitar
December 16th, 2003, 11:55 AM
I looked up at the night sky and sat down. The stars were bright and beautiful. I watched the stars and thought about recent events.
My powers of ki had abandoned me though my physical abilities have become even greater. Demon hunting was still possible though I now relied on others to teleport me to where I needed to go. Jarin is still alive and hunting me but now he also hunts Daemon and curses the day my demon side left me. Daemon, my demon side, not only has his own mind again; but now has a body as well and hunts me constantly. Also because I have died thrice Garnic, a reaper, now seeks my soul to take to judgment. And now I seem to constantly fill with energy every time I'm inactive so I must constantly do something or over load with energy. So much trouble in so short a time.
Then I thought about how I looked now.
I look a lot like a dragon but with the addition of a halo and I have a short neck. My white scales are tough and shine softly even in starlight. My halo is gold and glows warmly with the light of my heart. My horns are straight and come out from the sides of my head toward the top and are angled back. My wings are the standard dragon type and have a 16'4" wingspan. My tail is long and very strong. I often use the long spike on the end of my tail to fight; but it has other uses as well, especially since I can dull it. I have three rows of retractable spines and many retractable spikes, though the spikes on my knuckles can't be retracted. My eyes are deep blue and have no pupil or iris. They show most of my emotion and look like two polished gems. They're really beautiful in my opinion. My hair is blue, long, and silky smooth and I keep it tucked between my horns. I for some reason just like having it three feet long. I'm athletic in build and about eight foot two inches so I tower above most furries, though many dragons are taller then me; but I don't care. I have a blue tattoo of my symbol on my forehead. The symbol is three over lapping crescent moons that represent unity of mind, body, and soul. As for clothes I hate them but I normally wear a long, red coat and red jeans but nothing else. I find clothes to be unnatural and I only wear them so people won't stare as much.
I stood up and began walking. The dream's exit was not far away. It took me to FurN and I walked though the crowds to the Dark Side of the Moon.
I stepped into the pentagram and appeared into the entrance. I called out the command words and was teleported to the bar. To my disappointment it was empty, but near midnight this was not uncommon.
I sat and waited to see if any one would enter, letting my mind wanders. Thoughts of my Angel Love filled my consciousness. Then I thought about a few things I'll not tell here.
I laughed at my self for thinking it funny that, for all my fear of falling prey to lust and darkness; I have such a dirty mind. Though Angel doesn't mind and encourages me to be honest with myself so I have not tired to stop it.
My mind wanders and hazed in boredom and I didn't snap back to reality till someone stepped though the door. To my surprise and horror it was Daemon.
Daemon looked exactly like me but with black scales, no halo or tattoo, and red eyes and hair. He also preferred to use weapon while I preferred to fight unarmed.
He let out a shout and jumped over the counter with his katana held high. I shouted the command word and was teleported out to the middle of the room. He landed and leapt at me again; but I dodged his attack and stuck at him with my tail spike. He dodged my attack and sliced at my tail but was too slow to hit it. We sprang away from each other and circled, each waiting for the other to flinch or blink.
By now he had to know that in this place I made the rules and controlled all around me for I was made the bouncer here and given power in this place.
I shouted my orders and the room burst into tall flames. Though this hurt neither of us it gave me I moment to duck into the fire and be hidden within it. I kicked into his instep hard. His foot gave a loud snap and broke, but he leapt into the air and his regeneration caused the bones to heal in a moment, though the muscle damage would take longer.
Physically we were the same. Both our bodies would heal bones and vital organs quickly and the other part slower, though even those parts recovered fast. If killed my heart would restart itself and my body would heal to full in a fast two minutes or more if I were very badly damaged.
Daemon struck into the fire from the air in his search for me. I jumped up and slammed him into the ceiling. He bit into my shoulder and his teeth sank in deep as we hit the floor and my weight drove my shoulder into his mouth. I sat up and flung my self back down. His head was bashed into the floor and he spat me out with a few of his teeth. We rolled away from each other and I again took the offence and drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over and spat blood onto my back and I bashed my head up into his chin, forcing him to bite off his own tongue. I then took jabbed him hard in the nose and he fell back heavily.
I could see he was hurt but he was far from retreating.
He had me dead in his sights and swung at me. I blocked and the blade cut deep into my arm. He kneed my fast in the gut and drove the air out of my lungs. I drove my horns into him and fell backwards, forcing him face first into the ground and driving my horns deeper into him. He let go of his sword and grabbed my face. He shoved my nose into the ground and lifted my head up and slammed me down again. My eyes watered and my vision blurred as I threw him off me. His sword flew to his hand and he slashed me across the face before I could stop him. I clawed his chest and uppercut his jaw, causing it to brake loudly. He spat blood into my eyes and I was blinded. I felt his knee connect with my groin and was lifted off the ground. Pain filled my mind and dazed me as I cried out in pain. I felt a blow in my chest and feel backwards. I kick at him and my foot sank into his belly and the claws on my foot punched into him. I curled my toes and pulled him toward me before kicking back and throwing him away from me.
I heard him curse and brake through the ceiling and he retreated. He had had enough for now and was off to think of a new plan of attack.
I laid on the floor and commanded the flames to go out. My wounds healed and soon I was in perfect condition. I was unconcerned about the damage because the dream would fade when I left and would be reformed again by Kip later in the morning. My clothes were ruined so I took them off and dropped them onto the floor. They could fade out with the dream for I had no used for them.
I called out the command and was teleported back to FurN. I looked for a place to sit and think. Several furs stared at my naked form but I ignored them and sat down and laid against the tree.
The idea of going to sleep lightly passed my mind but I decided against it. I knew I couldn't stand the dreams and I didn't need to sleep for three more days for I'd been up for only four so far. I hate sleep for my nightmares haunt me and torture me near every time I sleep. My Love has the power to release her soul from her body and scattered the darkness in my mind, but when she left they’d come back. I could not forget the past so the dreams would never stay gone.
I signed and let my mind wander as I waited for my Love to wake and return to this world. Perhaps we'll try one of my ideas when she gets here.
PS: This is a fairly old story and I've change for better and worse.... mainly for the less powerful =P
My powers of ki had abandoned me though my physical abilities have become even greater. Demon hunting was still possible though I now relied on others to teleport me to where I needed to go. Jarin is still alive and hunting me but now he also hunts Daemon and curses the day my demon side left me. Daemon, my demon side, not only has his own mind again; but now has a body as well and hunts me constantly. Also because I have died thrice Garnic, a reaper, now seeks my soul to take to judgment. And now I seem to constantly fill with energy every time I'm inactive so I must constantly do something or over load with energy. So much trouble in so short a time.
Then I thought about how I looked now.
I look a lot like a dragon but with the addition of a halo and I have a short neck. My white scales are tough and shine softly even in starlight. My halo is gold and glows warmly with the light of my heart. My horns are straight and come out from the sides of my head toward the top and are angled back. My wings are the standard dragon type and have a 16'4" wingspan. My tail is long and very strong. I often use the long spike on the end of my tail to fight; but it has other uses as well, especially since I can dull it. I have three rows of retractable spines and many retractable spikes, though the spikes on my knuckles can't be retracted. My eyes are deep blue and have no pupil or iris. They show most of my emotion and look like two polished gems. They're really beautiful in my opinion. My hair is blue, long, and silky smooth and I keep it tucked between my horns. I for some reason just like having it three feet long. I'm athletic in build and about eight foot two inches so I tower above most furries, though many dragons are taller then me; but I don't care. I have a blue tattoo of my symbol on my forehead. The symbol is three over lapping crescent moons that represent unity of mind, body, and soul. As for clothes I hate them but I normally wear a long, red coat and red jeans but nothing else. I find clothes to be unnatural and I only wear them so people won't stare as much.
I stood up and began walking. The dream's exit was not far away. It took me to FurN and I walked though the crowds to the Dark Side of the Moon.
I stepped into the pentagram and appeared into the entrance. I called out the command words and was teleported to the bar. To my disappointment it was empty, but near midnight this was not uncommon.
I sat and waited to see if any one would enter, letting my mind wanders. Thoughts of my Angel Love filled my consciousness. Then I thought about a few things I'll not tell here.
I laughed at my self for thinking it funny that, for all my fear of falling prey to lust and darkness; I have such a dirty mind. Though Angel doesn't mind and encourages me to be honest with myself so I have not tired to stop it.
My mind wanders and hazed in boredom and I didn't snap back to reality till someone stepped though the door. To my surprise and horror it was Daemon.
Daemon looked exactly like me but with black scales, no halo or tattoo, and red eyes and hair. He also preferred to use weapon while I preferred to fight unarmed.
He let out a shout and jumped over the counter with his katana held high. I shouted the command word and was teleported out to the middle of the room. He landed and leapt at me again; but I dodged his attack and stuck at him with my tail spike. He dodged my attack and sliced at my tail but was too slow to hit it. We sprang away from each other and circled, each waiting for the other to flinch or blink.
By now he had to know that in this place I made the rules and controlled all around me for I was made the bouncer here and given power in this place.
I shouted my orders and the room burst into tall flames. Though this hurt neither of us it gave me I moment to duck into the fire and be hidden within it. I kicked into his instep hard. His foot gave a loud snap and broke, but he leapt into the air and his regeneration caused the bones to heal in a moment, though the muscle damage would take longer.
Physically we were the same. Both our bodies would heal bones and vital organs quickly and the other part slower, though even those parts recovered fast. If killed my heart would restart itself and my body would heal to full in a fast two minutes or more if I were very badly damaged.
Daemon struck into the fire from the air in his search for me. I jumped up and slammed him into the ceiling. He bit into my shoulder and his teeth sank in deep as we hit the floor and my weight drove my shoulder into his mouth. I sat up and flung my self back down. His head was bashed into the floor and he spat me out with a few of his teeth. We rolled away from each other and I again took the offence and drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over and spat blood onto my back and I bashed my head up into his chin, forcing him to bite off his own tongue. I then took jabbed him hard in the nose and he fell back heavily.
I could see he was hurt but he was far from retreating.
He had me dead in his sights and swung at me. I blocked and the blade cut deep into my arm. He kneed my fast in the gut and drove the air out of my lungs. I drove my horns into him and fell backwards, forcing him face first into the ground and driving my horns deeper into him. He let go of his sword and grabbed my face. He shoved my nose into the ground and lifted my head up and slammed me down again. My eyes watered and my vision blurred as I threw him off me. His sword flew to his hand and he slashed me across the face before I could stop him. I clawed his chest and uppercut his jaw, causing it to brake loudly. He spat blood into my eyes and I was blinded. I felt his knee connect with my groin and was lifted off the ground. Pain filled my mind and dazed me as I cried out in pain. I felt a blow in my chest and feel backwards. I kick at him and my foot sank into his belly and the claws on my foot punched into him. I curled my toes and pulled him toward me before kicking back and throwing him away from me.
I heard him curse and brake through the ceiling and he retreated. He had had enough for now and was off to think of a new plan of attack.
I laid on the floor and commanded the flames to go out. My wounds healed and soon I was in perfect condition. I was unconcerned about the damage because the dream would fade when I left and would be reformed again by Kip later in the morning. My clothes were ruined so I took them off and dropped them onto the floor. They could fade out with the dream for I had no used for them.
I called out the command and was teleported back to FurN. I looked for a place to sit and think. Several furs stared at my naked form but I ignored them and sat down and laid against the tree.
The idea of going to sleep lightly passed my mind but I decided against it. I knew I couldn't stand the dreams and I didn't need to sleep for three more days for I'd been up for only four so far. I hate sleep for my nightmares haunt me and torture me near every time I sleep. My Love has the power to release her soul from her body and scattered the darkness in my mind, but when she left they’d come back. I could not forget the past so the dreams would never stay gone.
I signed and let my mind wander as I waited for my Love to wake and return to this world. Perhaps we'll try one of my ideas when she gets here.
PS: This is a fairly old story and I've change for better and worse.... mainly for the less powerful =P