Obsidian-Nightflare

"You asshole," a voice spat from behind me. I jumped and whipped around, ready to punch or kick at whatever it was. I yelped and fell backwards as I saw the Dracolith's head in my face. "I almost had ultimate power, and you took it away!!" he shouted, stepping over me. I noticed he was no longer bound by a crystalline base; he had his lower body back, though it still had crystal formations on it in various places. He was a quadruped dragon as well, I noticed. He looked translucent, as if he was a ghost. "H-h-how are you still alive?" I stuttered. I backed up, but he proceeded to step forward until his head was right up in my face, trying to

I couldn't get back to sleep for the rest of the night; I was too restless from that wacked out dream. I floated in between a few times, and couple times I swore I could've seen JD or Siyrus standing over me, trying to get my attention. I felt someone kick me in the side and knock the wind out of me by accident. I squeezed my eyes shut as I rolled over onto my side and tried to catch my breath, cringing in pain. "Dude! Wake up, Obsidian!" JD's voice shouted at me from above. I managed to open my eyes to see that I was still in my bed, and JD was nowhere to be found. Did I just  -imagine- getting kicked in the side? But it felt so real, so pa

Aaron simply stared at his clone for a few moments - though through a few technicalities couldn't truly call the dragon his clone. The world around us melted into a modern day town after a short time; it looked like ordinary suburbs on the outskirts of a big city. Cookie-cutter houses, all painted some shade of tan or off-white, were arranged around the roads that sprawled in a maze-like manner. We stood on the corner of a T intersection of two roads; they were labeled "Ada Street" and "N Clark Street." I looked around; there was nothing for us here... until I saw a man walking down the street on the other side of the road. I got a suspiciou

Chapter 4 ~~ Celestial Beckoning At the end of the day, I figured I'd go and stand the mouth of our tribe's (or whatever you wanna call it, group, posse, gaggle, whatever) cave to look up at the night sky one last time. After all, I could've left the cave if I wanted to now. I had even received this flashy new weapon now. It was rather awesome; the katar had a blade about 3 feet long. It was connected to a base that had two prongs on either side that functioned as a hand-guard I guess, considering the bent in the opposite direction the blade went. They were parallel to the blade's edge, and there was a third bar connecting them that was use

A beam of healing light pierced through Z, healing all of his wounds. Z smirked as he got up to his feet with my help. "So, you've decided to embrace the truth and face up to the troubles others will give you for it," Z announced. "That bullet wouldn't have been all sunshine and flowers if I didn't, now would it?" I retorted. "Good point," Z replied. "Well, if I've got something I desire within my grasp, I'd be killing myself from the inside if I didn't take it," I replied. Z gave a respectful huff, tilting his head thoughtfully. "It's time for us to remerge," Z pointed out. I didn't know what he meant, and my face filter must have faile

"How the hell do you know my middle name?!" I shouted, forgetting he was technically me, just in a more draconic form. "I'm you, and you're me… isn't it obvious, Zerahnor?" my clone replied with a smug smirk. I gave him a glare in return. "My name is Obsidian, and you will address me as such… uh…" I stalled when I realized I didn't know what to call him because his name was the same as mine. "Why don't we just call me Z?" my clone suggested. "And that's tough talk for someone who has such a soft vulnerable inner self." "Cut the crap. What are you gonna do now?" I asked as I pulled out my magnum and pointed it in Z's directi

I huffed, annoyed with the terrain's sudden revert back to the familiar foggy white emptiness I've come to know and love. Note the sarcasm. "I guess we don't have to worry about the transmission anymore," I commented with a shrug. Might as well try to look on the bright side. "What's so bad about it changing?" Siyrus asked. "Well, if we had gotten to stay, training the Technocyte's emerging powers would be much easier," I replied. "However, as it stands now, it looks like I'll have to put the antlers on to help Aaron perfect them, which is obviously hazardous to my health. Of course, even if we had stayed, I'd still have to solve the proble

DNA "Plastic Surgery" Experiment Subject 117-T74 is the root of this experiment. The hypothesis has been stated as thus: Is it possible to use DNA manipulation as an alternative to plastic surgery to change one's appearance? Experiment Detail~ [Nothing on record. Experiment is assumed to have been aborted.] Experiment Results~ [Nothing on record. Experiment is assumed to have been aborted.] Deep within a laboratory, just after the experiment above took place, was a humanoid figure floating gently up and down in a green liquid within a stasis tube. Bubbles frequently floated from the grating in the steel bottom of the glass tube, built i