The huge dragon flew over the forest, circling over the burning village. Trafalgor released another intense blast of heat from his mouth, a huge roaring stream of fire lancing down upon the last remaining hovel as the tiny dark skinned humans ran screaming like ants away from a hive. Otis sat upon his back, lips pulled back in a sinister smirk and laughed out loud. "Well Trafalgor, isn't this just fun? Another puny, pathetic town wipe from the face of the planet. Wonder if anybody will come to see what is going on."
Trafalgor chuckled a deep resonating sound from deep with in his chest, veering away from the burning town and the plume of smoke billowing in to the sky. They circled slowly on the updrafts, rising in to the air heading west for no reason. Trafalgor was lost deep in thought, currently relishing the destruction they had just caused. The image of the burning homes and running people filled him with joy and amusement. He swooped down towards the ground far below, feeling hungry and began hunting for something to devour between his razor sharp fangs, to feel the bones snapping and breaking between them and the hot blood riddled meat filling his mouth with flavor. ------------------------------------------------------------- Otis simply sat on the dragon's back, ignoring what was going on around him. He had no intentions at the moment, so was simply letting Trafalgor do as he saw fit. He was thinking about dragons, how to kill them and where to find them. He hated this beast he road upon at the exact moment he was thinking about these things but he also enjoyed the mighty power it gave him. He would take care of this thing soon enough, right after it helped him gain even more power. Or if he had to he would kill it and take the monster's power himself to continue his quest. Alas however he was having difficulty finding information about these mighty beasts such as weaknesses and locations. He wondered if he could torture another supernatural in to giving him what he wanted and if he could, who he should torture.
The male angel slowly beat his wings, hovering above the burning town below him. A smile crossed his lips as he shook his head. What sort of creature had the power to scorch the earth like it was a stick in a fire. It seemed like a magnificent creature, whether to slay or not remained to be seen. He looked away from the town glancing around. Far away, a large bird seemed to be flying away, its long tail.....wait? A long tail? Bird did not have long tails. He slammed his wings back, rocketing himself forward flying after the dragon. His new sword, recreated from his twisted broken old ones that the blasted demon had destroyed sat oddly against his back. However he still had his eleven inch curved dagger in his sash upon his waist.
Streaking after the dragon, it slowly grew larger as it flew at a leisurely, slow pace. The dragon was scanning the ground below as if it was hunting something while the man upon it's back looked around, seemingly bored or lost in thought. Smirking, the angel drew his danger, and swept upwards above them. He rose far above them, then tilted his body downwards while curling the tips of his wings inwards. He flew at the two beings, aiming for the man's chest with the intent of slamming in to him and tearing him from the dragon's back. As a human, he didn't want to kill the man, but the man would make a perfect shield to force the dragon to behave. The great beast wouldn't dare spout whatever it's infernal mouth could expunge in his direction with out killing it's rider as well in this way.
Otis grunted as something slammed in to his chest, ripping him from the back of Trafalgor. Cold hard steel pressed against his neck, and he froze stiff not moving just in case whoever had him suspended in mid-air decided to drop him or press that blade a bit harder against his neck and lay open his throat. He looked at Trafalgor he was roaring at whoever was behind the himself, spouting flames in to the air in anger. Trafalgor stopped, looking directly at his rider and nodded, then dove to the ground and landed hard, snarling and hissing and spitting in anger.
Otis watched as his dragon landed, then grunted to whoever was behind him. "Alright, I don't know who you are, or what you want. However, I can promise if you do not take me down to my dragon or that you harm me in anyways, Trafalgor with hunt you down and tear you apart before burning your corpse to ashes. Do you get that?" He was hoping whoever had him understood clearly, and would be slightly intimidated. Cause he was in a very, Very bad situation at the moment.
Cordoba smirked as the dragon landed upon the ground below and he slowed his own flapping wings and descended straight down. He kept the armored man between himself and the dragon, just in case the great lizard decided to suddenly spout flames at him. He was not exactly sure how fast these mighty beasts could move, or how far they could spew their flames. So he was taking absolutely no chances. He didn't want to kill either of them. They didn't fit in his mind as true supernaturals. Otis, he was just a human with no powers. Just a man trying to take his place in the world anyway he could. The dragon, it was a creature, an animal. So what if they where intelligent? They where not truly supernatural.
He spoke loudly so that both Otis and the dragon could speak. "Alright, I am willing to let you go, dragon rider, if you keep your beast reigned in. I don't wish to die a firey death, but I wish to speak with both of you and this was the best way I could think of. However, if I feel threatened I will not hesitate to kill either or both of you. Do we have an understanding?" He eased the dagger away from the man's throat slightly to show he meant what he was saying and would not kill the male, but he was very wary and ready to teleport away and attack the dragon if it attacked him first.
Otis grunted as the person behind him slowly lowered them both to the ground then spoke. He spoke abou not harming them if they didn't try to harm him, but that he would harm them if he felt threatened. More or less. He sighed as the blade was pulled away from his throat and spoke in return. "Very well, I no my dragon will attempt to bring undue harm upon yourself. Now release me please or I will not be able to keep Trafalgor from ripping you asunder."
He looked pointedly at Trafalgor, talking to him his the serpentine tongue of the dragons as he told the great green dragon to stand down.
Trafalgor huffed and puffed, spouting some smoke and minor sparks as he stamped his feet. Then he slowly calmed himself down and sat back on his haunches. He still snuffed every now and then, sending a blast of black smoke rolling from his nostrils but no longer sparks and his feet remained still. This was taking a lot of work to pull off for him, and Otis had better have a good reason or he was going to get a earful of bitching when this was over for being an idiot and not seeing this coming.
Cordoba withdrew the dagger from against the male's neck and slid it back in to his sash before stepping two steps backwards away from the male and dragon. He watched them intently and smiled, a cold smile that failed to reach his violet eyes at the time. He had gears turning in his head hard now, and he wondered how many plans he could set in to motion with this male before him and his powerful dragon. His eyes moved from the male to engage the dragon's form, slowly traveling along the giant winged serpent's frame. He gauged muscles rippling beneath flesh and the expanse of the wings. This was a mighty dragon indeed.
He spoke to both of them, sure the dragon could understand him despite him not being unable to understand the beast. "I am Cordoba Sinclair, and I saw you expert handy work upon the town you destroyed. It was well done, almost nobody left. Have you ever though of turning your talents upon more lively prey? Such as other supernatural beings?" He had decided to make a very blunt approach, getting straight in to the nitty gritty. No beating around the bushes, nothing but straight up honest and questions. If he could get the help of these beings, he knew his tasks would be so much easier.
Otis stepped instantly away from the man and practically leap over to Trafalgor. He stood beside the dragon, but like one would stand beside something diseased and they did not wish to catched it. Slightly away but close enough so as not trying to seem rude. He reached behind him, patting his pocket to see if the two folded scrolls where still there. He didn't want this angel steal his extremely important property.
Having assured himself both scrolls where there, he smirked at the angel. His question was amusing. Extremely amusing. He laughed out loud and just shook his head at the man. "What? You think I only wish to kill humans? There are many things I want to do. Most of them are easily done. Others are not so easily done." He still had amusement dripping from his voice at the man's questions.
Cordoba raised his eyebrows at the cryptic answer and shook his head. This man was not going to be as easy to break as he had anticipated. Oh well, the more challenging the more interesting it would be. He watched as the dragon rider reached behind him. Checking for something? Reaching for a weapon? What could he possibly be doing? However he drew no weapon. So he was checking something. Something valuable that Cordoba could have stolen from him when he held him. How intriguing. Though he knew better then to inquire just about it just yet for this male didn't trust him enough to inform him just yet.
"Well then, I can help you with those many 'things' that you wish to accomplish." He glanced at the dragon, catching a hint that the male did not wish to speak about things in front of the reptilian. How very fascinating. Secrets and plots, all rolled together in a single ball of intrigue. This was going to be more then fascinating, and thus much much more satisfying in the end to accomplish what he wished here.
Otis smirked, and looked at Trafalgor and suddenly waved a hand at him. "Go Trafalgor. Find us some food to cook and eat. After all it has been a while since we have eaten." He glared at Trafalgor, who glared back at him and snarled. He snapped. "If this man had wanted to kill me I would have already been dead. Now GO!" The great dragon huffed and puffed, resenting being told what to do and to leave but shuffled away and leap in to the sky, snorting and blasting hot air at two beings. Otis turned back to the man and grunted. "There, now I can speak."
"I wish to ride the entire planet of those pesky damn dragons. To this end I have joined up with a secret group, of whom I will not tell you their name, to kill them all off. That is my plan. However my dragon does not know this. For in order to do so I will kill him and thus gain vast amounts of power and be able to fulfill my goals. For right now I am using him to do things and get stuff done like gathering information upon where other dragons are and what not. How is it you think you could possibly help me? You are but some man with wings." Otis laughed out loud, shaking his head. "What are you, some freak mutation or something? Never seen or heard of anything like it."
Cordoba raised an eyebrow at the male. Some man with wings? A freak mutation or something? Indeed....well he would show this simple human. He teleported behind the man, drawing his a single one of his swords in an instant and had it against the back of the man's neck in all less then the blink of an eye. "I am far more then some simple 'human' with wings, simpleton." He spat the word human, annoyed with the races tendency towards stupidity all the sudden and questioning why he worked so hard to protect them. It answered itself with images of what happened to his human wife at the hands of demons and anger tensed his entire body.
He jerked the sword away from the man's neck and sheathed it. "I have more to offer you then you could possibly imagine. I am the only one besides a dragon who would possibly even stand a chance against such a reptile. Everybody else would fall before them. I have the advantage of being able to meet them on their own territory in the air, as well as actually being able to come close to combating them. So don't irritate me. Now, if you are going to have a little more respect, perhaps I will not slay you upon the spot, then kill your dragon as well when it returns."
Otis didn't move when the cold sharp steel came across his throat. He didn't care what this man did, he already knew that the man would not kill him. This freak wanted his help. He wanted this man to help him kill other people. So he wouldn't actually kill him. He waited patiently as the man spoke, then slowly stepped away after he released him. Turning around to face the male again he shook his head. "You should really learn to control that temper. It could get you in a lot of trouble."
He looked over and found a stump and walked to it, sitting down upon it and drawing his weapon. He drew a whetstone from his pocket and slowly slide it along one side of his large single edged weapon, while watching the other male. "So you want my help. What exactly is it you want me to do. And if you don't want me to call you 'freak' or something even more derogatory, perhaps you could tell me what you are. I have never heard of you before." Finishing making sure his blade was honed upon the one side, he turned the blade over and began to run the whetstone down that side, counting in his head the same amount of strokes he had used upon the other side.
The angel hunter stood, watching the male slowly slide the whetstone along the edge of his sword, gritting his teeth. That noise had to be the most annoying thing in the entire world. He really wished the dragon rider would desist it immediately. Frowning, he attempted instead to focus upon the question the male had asked. What was he? Corodoba found this question quite amusing. Was it really not obvious what he was? Or had this man been living under a rock his entire life? Maybe it was both to him. He seemed so completely obsessed with dragons he may not have been paying attention to much else.
"I am in fact an angel. Just like those little harp totting lunatics you humans portray us to be, except we don't tote around harps, and we are not all especially nice. Get the picture?" He smirked, watching the male with one raised eyebrow. He wondered what the human was doing to the sword anyways. It looked sharp enough already to cut through steel, through he knew it really wouldn't.
Otis frowned as the male told him about how he was an angel, simply not like the ones portrayed in most stories (And to be honest not as Otis himself would have expected them to seem like at all). He continued honing the edge of this blade, a purpose in his actions though he had not spoken as to what it was simply of yet. He just stared at the angel, looking him up and down. He was powerful to say the least, muscled and toned as well as smart and intelligent. It was pretty intelligent to attack himself like that making sure that there was no lose of life upon either side with out risking injury by taking upon a full sized dragon directly.
Having finished sharpening his sword, he slipped the whetstone back in to his pocket and with drew one of the two scrolls secreted with in his back pocket. He slowly opened it up, staring at the wording and grinned and laid one palm against his sword while he held the scroll before with the second. He began to read the words upon the parchment of the old, incantation inscribed upon the paper. As he read it, the sword began to shake beneath his hands, the metal growing hot beneath his hands as the metal began to shift and reform in to a much stranger shape then before, far dangerous looking.
As the incantation finished, the scroll suddenly blew away in a soft breeze, turning in to dust upon the wind and vanishing forever from the planet. Smiling, he began to inspect his new sword.
The angel blinked as the male worked upon his sword, then removed a scroll and read it out loud which resulted in the scroll dissolving and vanishing as the sword the male held changed upon his lap in to a brutal weapon. Cordoba was impressed. The scroll the male just used was full of extremely powerful magick. He wondered how many of those scrolls the male had upon him, and what exactly they did. He stepped towards the man slowly, eyeing the weapon carefully. This changed how he viewed the "weak" human entirely.
"What did you just do, dragonrider? What was that scroll you used, and could you possibly get one for me?" He was eager now. This was exremely interesting, and he very much wanted to get hold of one of these scrolls. They would be of very good use in his fights, Magick that powerful was an incredible weapon indeed.
Otis laughed, standing up and grasping his new weapon by the hilt and lifting it. It teemed with power, and seemed to have a life of it's very own. He smirked slightly, lifting the new weapon and pointing it at the angel. The weapon almost quaked in his hand, eager to taste fresh blood. Otis spoke to the angel softly.
"What I did was use a ancient magic that now allows this weapon to cause mortal injury upon anybody I swing it at. I shall call it Tyranous, as it is a tyrant weapon that long for blood and combat. How does that make you feel, angel?" Otis was extremely smug about this. He had the angel's full, undivided attention now. Not only was he no longer "just a human" but he was a human with incredible items of power.
"As to if you can get one, well that remains to be seen. You have never help me or offered me anything. Indeed, you have already attacked me once and held me at knife point. So why should I give you one?" He smirked, lowering his sword. As the weapon was different, he could not sheath it anymore until he got a new sheath.
