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Rivine

Rivine

Supernova
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Jun 28, 2011
Scathalrix awoke slowly, his body aching from it's long time in slumber. He opened his maw and a yawn erupted that was far more akin to the roar of a lion then anything a human would be used too. Slowly he stretched out his wings, moving them to work the swore muscles. As the dragon's eyes opened his head swiveled, his deep solid teal orbs scanning his sleeping chamber. Nothing seemed to be amiss, but why would it be? After all, Scatha was the last of a species that had been declared extinct for well over three hundred years.

Slowly the dragon pushed his large form off the ground, yawn-roaring once more. The chamber he was in was not overly large, being about forty feet across and shaped like a large dome. It was just enough for him to stretch out his wings without being too cramped. The chamber was just one part of a series he had shaped out within the mountain nearly two centuries before. It was lit, albeit dimly, by several long thing skylights that opened onto the mountainside through hundreds of feet of rock. It was more then enough for the dragon to see by.

But at the moment the design of his home did not concern him. What his mind had begun to think about was his latest concoction, a potion that he thought might finally be the solution he had been looking for. This would not be his first attempt, but the others had resulted in... unfavorable outcomes. He hoped that this time would be different.

The dragon made his way out of the chamber and moved quickly through the major corridor of the complex, moving ever upwards. Soon enough he emerged onto a high ledge that was thousands upon thousands of feet above a vast valley that stretched out below. Here, in the far north, the human settlements were scattered and few, which had allowed him to go undetected so far. But again today he would risk it all.

Spreading his wings he reared back and then leaped off the ledge into the air, his wings beating furiously. The dragon gained elevation quickly, then leveled out. It was likely that he'd be mistaken for a bird or something, he knew, considering the height he was flying at. But despite that Scatha's keen eyes allowed him to scan the ground below for movement. Now to find her...
 
A woman stalked through the fields below, exhausted, tired. She was small, no more than five feet. Her flat frame, modest features, and short red hair made her an ideal hunter. Apart from the brown pauper clothes, a backpack was strapped to her, along with a quiver, bow and arrow, and an old matchlock rifle from the far off city. This girl believed in having options.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit." She'd been out for almost a day. Adeline was tasked with the unique responsibility of tending to the Abbey's every need. Cooking, cleaning, repairs, all the undesirable jobs for the nuns at the Abbey of the Way. This was her atonement, atonement for questioning the Abbess about their religion and The Way. She asked questions, questions about everything, but couldn't remember all the answers. Adeline wasn't that smart a woman, though, being a lowly peasant, the education of a scholar was closed to you.

Not smart, but capable. Her sentence was to service the Abbey for a year, and she managed to have the nuns fed, fat, and pleased for these first four months. This day, her luck took a different turn. Adeline had followed the same herd of deer through the valley for several hours. Only one was needed to feed the clergy she served, but with how long she was gone, they would expect three corpses. Now she had lost them, and was wandering farther away from the Abbey than ever before.

"No damn meat anywhere, looks like the Mistress will have to make do with cabbage or somethin'..." She wasn't sure why she couldn't find it now, but she was about to cut her losses. Adeline had the thoughts of visiting the hunter hermit nearby. He'd trade extra food to her for... favors. She could stomach that, and the grizzled man's ramblings of the old gods were, colorful, to say the least. But the Abbess warned her of heretics, and the poison that could leave their mouths. Adeline at least had the sense to keep the favors she'd trade for extra meat secret, else she'd be burned at the stake.

"Just, gotta rest, catch my breath, then, turn back." A convenient stump was nearby, and Adeline settled for using that as a seat. She took a second to check her surroundings. Nothing was recognizable. She was lost. With a sigh, she held her head down and prayed, as the nuns taught her to do for everything.

"Please, God. Please, don't let me die out here. I strayed, but I know I am only human. Show me the way, Lord. I only wish to be your humble servant." Not an official prayer, but it'd do. She'd take anything for a sign. Anything was better than the possibility of freezing to death out here.
 
Scatha had drifted on the thermals for quite sometime. He had earlier dove down and scooped up a stag, consuming it before he had taken to the air once more. He had made sure not to venture too far south, but he was beginning to think that he would have to in order to find a suitable subject.

The dragon turned, heading back towards home, thinking he would head south the next day. But then a flash of an odd color caught his eye as he banked. Red... red was a very odd color for this season. It was early summer and most of the flowers were not in bloom like they had been and the trees certainly were not about to shed their leaves. That amount of red, especially that color red, was very out of place.

So he banked again, turning toward the color. As he came closer he began to realize that it was hair, considering he could now make on the woman sitting on a stump. It seemed that fortune had smiled on him. She was alone, as far as he could see, but he also noticed that she was armed. But the bow was strung across her back and not ready. He would have to move quickly.

Scatha tucked his wings and dove. He picked up speed quickly, the wind rushing past him, but he kept his eyes on her. Then, only a thousand feet above the ground, he opened his wings, causing a noises that sounded like a gale blowing through a forest. He impacted the ground a moment later, hitting hard, hard enough to shake the ground, right in front of her. He was not the biggest dragon ever, only weighing about the same size as a large draft horse, but it was enough. He did not speak, instead he just opened his eyes and raised his neck, intending to look as imposing as possible. Hopefully she'd be scared enough to faint or at least cower.
 
A crash happened, like a thunderbolt. She visibly flinched and fell off the stump, having her eyes closed from all the dust that was kicked up. The human readjusted herself, trying to stare through the dust cloud to see what interrupted her prayers. What she was was big. What she was strong. What she saw was the most powerful majestic creature she had ever seen.

"Are you a God!? Did my prayers work!" She took this as her sign. Excitedly, the woman circled around the celestial thing from the skies. Examining every feature and detail. "You don't look like one of them Angels from Heaven on high... but you ain't no demon down under neither." She paused in though, unaware the thing could claw her to the ground. Before anything else could be said, she spoke up. "Aren't you one of them Old Gods!? The ones from millenia ago! You are aren't you! Can you prove it!?"

Adeline wasn't that smart a woman, but she was very influential.
 
Scatha watched as the woman got back up after she had been knocked over. He was expecting a scream, maybe she would run, perhaps even try and kill him.... but none of that happened. The dragon was a bit flabbergasted as she practically ran at him, spouting off questions about gods and prayers. Was she batty?! The dragon's frills lowered as he stared at the curious woman, perplexed by her. She seemed to have absolutely no knowledge of what he was.

Finally, when she asked him if he was a 'old god', he realized that this presented a rather good option. Scatha considered it for a moment; he knew well that there were gods, but he also knew that most of their power was directly relevant to how many worshipers they had. That was why the human god had ascended, for he had his followers force their faith upon others more then any other. But Scatha was not scared of that god, for he knew well that he was protected. As a dragon he was of the first race, the one that was birthed before the gods had even coalesced into being. Although most of a gods powers were ineffectual to him on this plane, that did not mean that a god could not send minions to deal with him. He would have to be very, very careful.

Scatha's eyes fixed on her and he spoke, his voice deep, reminiscent of the rumble of a great waterfall, "Be calmed mortal. Your god has failed to answer your call, but I heard it and have come." Well, that was not entirely a lie. He had not told her that he was a god. Scatha looked down upon her and said, "And I do not listen to demands from one such as you. I shall exercise my powers as I will," he said in a half growl.
 
Adeline instantly shied back when the creature told her to calm down. Clearly she stepped over some boundaries. "So sorry my lord! So sorry, I mean, I'm just so excited. I mean, you're no Lightbringer, but you're still, regal looking, my lord!" Adeline ceased circling around her, choosing to kneel in front of the 'god' as a sign of respect.

It was true. The human god, now known as the Lightbringer, helped conquer the continent for humanity long ago. His victory doubled as his ascension, and as the first human god, it signaled a new age for men. This was definitely no human. "But, beg your pardon, m'lord. What are you here for? Are you here to lead me away from here and to safety?"
 
Scatha watched her as she started to apologize and then, of all things, knelt in front of him. Well, she was the one declaring him a god and calling him a lord, so he could not be held responsible for that. "I am no lord," he told her, his voice still a deep rumble as he went on, "And you will never refer to the "Lightbringer" again," he told her with a slight growl. "That ilk is not worthy of his position nor of the glory that is heaped upon him."

But an idea came to him when she questioned about his intentions. His wings opened as he stretched them, looking even larger and more imposing. "I have designs for you," he told her, looking down on her, "I will take you away with me, far from this miserable life." He then lifted a forepaw, turning it upwards and offering it to her as a man would to a woman for them to hold. "But you must come with me without reservation. Your life will forever be changed."
 
"If you ain't no lord, then are you a god? Or what should I call you?" Adeline quipped before the creature growled at her, clearly irked about mentioning her own deity. "So sorry m'lord, I mean! So sorry 'bout that too." It was as if she was completely devoid of fear, instead worried if she didn't use the right title to answer him by.

The offer the creature gave her genuinely intrigued Adeline, even if it didn't look like it. "This is one of them important decisions isn't it? I... I dunno. Usually when you receive offers from gods, you say yes, right?" But it wasn't her god, which is why she was stumped. Then the woman had a thought. What did her god ever do for her? Only trouble, penance, and unpaid labor.

The human stared at the claw offered out to her for a minute, contemplating. "I..." Adeline started, trying to form words. Words were never her talent, and the human simply answered by giving the majestic beast her own hand.
 
The dragon considered her after she had voiced her question. What should he have him call her? An idea quickly came to the dragon's mind and he smiled, his grin toothy, "You shall address me as master," he informed her, the statement simple yet firm, "You are to serve my will, no matter what that entails."

When he offered her his forepaw he was wondering if she would take it. She asked if it was right to say ye to a god and he nodded. She would prove a very willing subject to his experiment at the rate things were going, which would be quite refreshing. Perhaps not having a willing one was the reasons he had failed o many times before.

Finally she placed his hand upon his. Scathalrix spoke then, his word soft and in a language he would not understand. Suddenly everything seemed to shrink around them and, mere heartbeats later, it expanded again, but they were now somewhere else entirely. They were underground in a large cavern that was lit by beams of light coming through skylight. "Welcome to your new home," he told her.
 
This was exciting! A strange new twist on her old, boring life. And it was invited by a god as well! Much better than being the pauper girl for some selfish coven of nuns. Adeline was ready, holding his claw as they were suddenly indoors, warped it seemed. "So you are a god my lord! Oh, I mean master! I'm so sorry. I'm just, it's hard to remember because this is happening so quickly!" Slowly, she let go of the 'God's' hard, taking a few steps forward and looking around.

"This is, big... Well, you are a big, um, god, master. I can see why you need a place like this." The human turned to look back at the creature. "Where are we exactly?"
 
"You will learn," Scatha assured her, his tone confident. She was certainly proving to be interesting. His new subject was not the smartest human that he had ever met, but she was certainly proving to be willing. But then again she did think that he was a god and Scathalrix had exploited that. Would she be mad when she found out the truth? Would she ever find out? Undoubtedly she would, probably because he himself would tell her. But that was something to worry about later.

His attention turned to her once more when she asked where they were. "My home," he answered her, then went on, "I have brought you here because you are wasted amongst the mortals, with those that would have you shut away from the world." Scatha moved so that he could look at her, then asked her, "Do you wish to be of service to me? To do your master's bidding?"
 
Adeline felt like the god was giving her a choice, and a hard task to go with it if she said yes. The last time that happened, she ended up in a wooden shack next to the nice, warm, stone abbey. But he said she was being wasted working for them. Did this creature have big plans for her. If so, this sounded like a god worth following. Making Adeline feel special and unique was only leading her on.

"Well, yes, master." She answered, sounding a bit unsure, but sticking to her decision. "If you have something greater to offer me than slaving away in the woods." The dragon would not find a more willing subject.
 
Scatha practically purred as she answered him, although the noise was far more deep and rumbling then anything a normal cat would make... probably more akin to that of a lion... a three ton lion. "Very good," he said to her, walking around her slowly as he continued to speak, "I have a very special task in mind for you, one that is of vital importance. Once there were more like me, long ago, before your great granfather's great grandfather had drawn a breath. We were not many in comparison to your folk. That was our undoing. Now I am all that remains."

He stilled then, standing before her in one of the shafts of light, letting it reflect from his scales creating a splendor of gold, bronze, turquoise and jade, the light dancing off of him. The dragon considered her for a moment and then looked into her eyes, his deep turquoise pools transfixing her. "I have chosen you to be the bearer of our second coming, the mother of a new world. The one to bear forth my children and remake the world as it should be."
 
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