A Savior's Legacy: Ch. 2: Wounds That Never HealChapter 2: Wounds That Never HealA Savior's Legacy: Ch. 2: Wounds That Never Heal3 years ago in Spirit Day
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The dracorians were still standing around the two of them, presenting their weapons while waiting to lunge for Javen at the female's command with intense anger written on their faces.
However, instead of allowing them to tear Javen apart, the black dracorian in front of him began issuing a command to them that did not make them attack:
"Ah-llay oh-fuh yoah-ooh, goh ah-whvay-yah; thaye-say aye-say m-yah f-aye-gah-tah ah-loh-nay," she forcefully commanded, and then they dispersed, moving many paces from them to only witness the battle that was to be waged.
The dracorianess began quietly walking in a large circle around Javen, who had his assault rifle in his hands, his finger resting on the trigger to fire and his eyes keeping a close watch on his foe as he walked around her as well.
She suddenly broke into a sprint towards him, her wings folded in towards her body and her halberd held by her side, growling in a crescendo as she neared him. The claws on
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep1 year ago in Writing
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could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered