Dragonlord Blurok
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I wish I could've done a New Year themed story, but I got a whole lotta nothin' in that category. Chapter 2: Majesty Personified (Kind of) The Diamond Basilisk cried out, as it tore itself from the snow drift it was slumbering in. It was the most horrid sound evah, nigh impossible to describe, so I won't even bother trying. Relictam stood paralyzed with fear... Till the shriek of the Basilisk forced him to clasp his ears to head, and even that didn't drown out the fearful sound. The pain of it would've caused Relictam to scream out loud, if his jaw wasn't clenched with panic and terror. The Basilisk looked down at relictam, with it's beady eyes. It had been sleeping over a hundred years, and here was fresh meal right in front of it. The Diamond Basilisk's huge maw came down, and trapped poor Relictam like a cage. He managed to slip between it's teeth, and run away, shielding his ears all the while. The Basilisk roared and gave chase. The only clear thought that came to Relictam's mind after "SOMEBODY FIND ME SOME *censored* EARPLUGS!" was get away. Relictam only then realized that he had no idea how to get back to Frozen Heights. And that he was trudging threw knee-deep slush, with a big freaking Basilisk after him. With that kind of pressure, one could only expect him to trip, roll down a snow dune*, and be too terrified to get up. And that is exactly what happened. Relictam shut eyes tight, waiting for the end, and that's when it happened. A Dragon rose over the mountain, striking inspiration in Relictam's heart before he comprehended that he had two giant monsters to deal with. The Dragon was purple, with blue membranes on the wings. There was a stone club on the tail, the same color of the horns. The Dragon had a beard, made of a material similar to the feathers hanging from it's wings. Each flap of it's wings created a mighty gust, that kicked the snow up into mini-tornadoes. Relictam knew he was looking at a creature of true awe. The Dragon seemed not to notice him, and went straight for the Basilisk. On it's back sat a teenager about Relictam's age. This was no wild Dragon, but it was a Dragon from Dragonsgrasp. And riding it could only be a Dragonlord. The Dragon roared out a challenge to the Basilisk, which responded with it's own roar. Relictam was forced to ground, clutching the sides of his skull once again. But the Dragonlord stayed cool, and drew a dagger from his belt. The Dragon opened it's mouth, and out came a gust of wind, much stronger then those from it's wings. It was like a tornado, with razor-sharp leaves thrown in for good measure. The leaves swirled around the monstrous Basilisk, carving deep scratches in it's hide. The Dragonlord jumped off the Dragon's back, onto the Basilisk, and attacked the Basilisk himself. But the Basilisk would not go down without a fight. It's laser beams hot at the Dragon, but it gracefully flew up, out of the way. Then it came diving back like a falcon. But the Basilisk took the easy target, and shot the Dragon with a second, more deadly** blast. The scale that the Basilisk hit turned to crystal. The Dragonlord chuckled, than made a screeching sound exactly like that made by Dragon chicks***. Then he jumped off the Basilisk, as his Dragon brought down a massive claw on the Basilisk, crushing it into the ground. Relictam had a feeling the force of the impact did more damage then the Dragons razor-sharper claws. The battle was finished. Their foe defeated. The Dragon let out a victorious roar, as it shrank down to a cute, little chick. The Dragon went up to the Basilisk carcass, examined it and said "Aww, man I can't eat this! It's completely made of crystal, which is just a fancier form of rock, and rocks are just plain nasty." "What about rock candy?" Said the Dragonlord. "That doesn't count." The Dragon muttered. Now that he was on the ground, the Dragonlord was easier to look analyze. He was a few inches taller then Relictam, and even if he wasn't wearing iron boots. He had a well developed tan, and silver hair, in a San Horns style. before pointing out "Hey look a dude!" The Dragonlord ran over to Relictam. "Greetings, un-important villager. My name is-" Said the Dragonlord, taking a bow so low, he fell face first into the snow. "Sorry about that." Said the Dragonlord, blushing. 'He did that on purpose." Said the Dragon, flying over to them. "I told him it wasn't funny." "Actually, it was an accident this time." The Dragonlord told him. "Well in that case, it was hilarious." The Dragon replied. "Oh, shut up." Said the Dragonlord. "Anyways..." he said turning towards Relictam "I am Dragonlord Blurok, and this my Dragon, Saigren." "I am Saigren, Nature Dragon of Legendary Power, and this is my sidekick Blurok." The Dragon added. "I thought we were supposed to be equal partners." Blurok told Saigren. "My name's Relictam" Relictam said "Err, boring small-town boy. An you can speak English?" He added, looking at Saigren. "What's it sound like, genius?" Saigren replied. "Real charmer you've got there." Relictam told Blurok. But all Blurok said was "Whoa... where'd you get those ears?" "What?" Relictam asked, hoping he misheard Blurok. "Your ears. Those are the most realistic fake ears I've ever seen, where did you get them?" "You do realize I'm half Frost Elf right?" Relictam said. "Oh!. Oh, oh, well um, yeah..." Blurok said, seeking ways to de-awkwardfy the mood. "Wanna play Chaotic?" He asked, taking out a stack of cards. "This is A DragonFable fan-fiction remember?" Relictam told Blurok. "Oh, never mind." Blurok, said dejectededly. "I'll play." Saigren piped up. "I wasn't offering to play with you." Said Blurok. "And besides, you already know my strategy." Just then, that dead Basilisk that wasn't really dead got up again. It opened it's mouth, to let out it's terrible shriek. "NOT! AGAIN!" Relictam shouted, instinctively raising his arms. Then he shot a whooollle buch of lightning into the Diamond Basilisk's maw. It dropped dead. Like, really dead. No seriously. "What, did I just do?" Relictam asked himself, gazing at his hands. "What are you thinking?" He asked Blurok. "I think. That I'm going to teach you how to play Chaotic." Blurok replied. *Snow: The sand of the frozen wastelands. **Deadlier, but not completely deadly. ***Little known fact: the proper name for a baby dragon is a chick.
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