Post by Scorn on Mar 5, 2013 17:23:44 GMT -5
Life.. had started out so simple... Never alone, in a nest with about five other nightmares; with mother and father, always there to protect him.. Life.. had been good. Until one day that all changed. Until his paradise became hell... And humans were to blame. But lets start from the beginning, shall we...
"Dear, I brought you some fish." Came a voice from the edge of the cave, a scowl crossed his face as he stepped inside to look at the nest. "Still just as stubborn as their mother." He said, letting out a throaty chuckle. A soft, purr like sound came from the nightmare female, a purple female with black scales on her backside.. The father was a dark scarlet scaled nightmare, with muscular and strong legs and an equally powerful chest and jaws. The mothers fangs were longer and more pronounced, though her horns were shorter... Typical of some females. She let out a soft puff of fire just above the eggs and hustled back over to them to hover over them. It was only then that a crack was heard, and she quickly got off and fell into a fit of curses as the first egg exploded beneath her.. Several more exploded right away.. Pretty soon six tiny nightmares sat before them.. The largest one, the first to hatch.. Was also the first to open one eye to peer at his parents. Spitting fire at his dad, already lighting sparks on his backside... Though not fully engulfed in flames..
That was Scorn.
His parents looked at him as though he was the prize of the litter, the pick of the bunch. Being the oldest by three seconds gave me huge responsibilities. Most wouldn't think three seconds makes a difference, but the duties had to go to somebody.. and well him being the biggest as well as the oldest... they went to Scorn. As he grew up from hatchling to a young kid, his parents kept Scorn and his littermates cornered in the den.. The den wasn't really that comfortable.. It was leaky and water was at their claws.. There were jagged rocks everywhere and other dragons that would rip your throat out deeper in the cave.. if one even thought of provoking them.. Though this cave, with other dragons and their offspring deeper within it, was home.
One would think that with other dragons dwelling in the cave we'd see them from time to time.. But no, they didn't. They kept away and Scorn's parents made sure of it. Occasionally they'd see shadows crossing the walls, which can be really scary to a young dragon.. But they never hurt them..
See dragons, unlike humans, have respect for each other. Especially during times when young are born. It's a sort of "you protect me and I protect you" sort of thing. They look out for each other. But even that's not enough sometimes.
Scorn was only about a year old, and barely off of vomit food.. when it happened... It was a normal day, or as normal as it could get.. And it was the day of his first flight... All his siblings would follow Scorn and his dad. Mother was teared up but happy to see us off.
Climbing to the edge of the cave had to be one of the most frightening things ever to Scorn.... There was no ledge. Just a steep drop to the death should one fail to fly. Scorn wasn't ready, but he had to be... But before he could gather his thoughts dad had pushed him off, and there he went, falling, falling..
Instinct took over, some inner desire to spread his wings.. He glided a bit and with one flap he was going faster, turning around in circles.. Only he came down, falling into a crash landing... Scorn's siblings managed to avoid the crash landing, and before his dad could come to his aid.. He met them..
Humans. Or as dragons call them.. Meatheads. And for good reason. There isn't much brains in there, just meat. Before he knew what was happening he had chains thrown around him.. They pulled him to the ground and he caught the last glimpse of his father, calling for him desperately.. He tried to throw flames but with one good shot he was taken down. He never saw him again.. Who knows what happened to him after that.. He could have gotten away.. but he probably died that day.. And Scorn always felt it was his fault..
So he gave up, just for a moment.. as he watched my father plummet to the earth... And it was long enough for them to clamp his mouth shut and tie it shut.. Igniting himself in anger didn't help much.. A club came over his head and Scorn's world went black..
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When he woke up he was in a strange place.. He didn't know how they had gotten him there or why.... It was a cage.. It was small and dark and smelled of rotten fish and blood. They let him out of there for the first time and it was only then that he got a good look at them.... Two legged creatures with bulky bodies and armor. And weapons.. But first came the other dragon.. A bigger, full grown nightmare that was angry.. The poor thing didn't listen to reason as he pleaded with him not to attack.. He was fueled by some desire to cause pain to those who had hurt him.. Scorn didn't understand him then.. later he would learn to understand...
The bigger dragon charged and attacked his face first.. Then he grappled Scorn's shoulder before he managed to throw him off.. for now.. Scorn learned to bite back as he ignited myself.. The fight lasted hours.. before they were both too tired to fight any more.... All the while those stupid meatheads looked on, cheering, screaming, encouraging this other nightmare.. fueling him to keep going. Sometimes when he stopped they came in and whipped him with chains and other weapons.
Then it was my turn to face the humans.. He breathed fire onto them for hurting the other dragon.. That was his big mistake.. Their attention went to Scorn, and as they put away the dragon Scorn could have sworn he saw a sad yet thankful look on the bigger dragons face.
They took out this branding tool.. It was scolding hot and they poked Scorn with it several times.. It hurt like hell when it hit him. They used their branding weapons to brand him repeatedly.. Not just once, or twice, or even four times. No, more like dozens of times.. In the same spot several times, right on his face..
This lasted for days.. Weeks even.. He grew up in there, learning to hate humans.. He grew bigger, too.. bigger then the other nightmare they had pitted him against. Taller, stronger, too... By now his face was scarred and branded with burns... Yet he still had a desire to be free, to rid himself of these humans..
Several years had passed, he was about fifteen in human aspect, and the torture had given him inspiration for a plan.. The nightmare they had first pitted him against had Scorn's friend.. Scorn didn't hurt him too bad when they had to fight, just enough make the meatheads shut up.
One day when they were set to fight, both Scorn and the other nightmare flew towards the caged ceiling, breathing fire in unison.. The bars melted, and they flew from there and for the first time in a long time... They tasted freedom..
The first thing Scorn did now that he was free was to search for his family. He found the place where he'd been taken down.. It was barren and desolate.. He found my cave where he'd been born.. It was.. empty.. abandoned... Other dragons who lived there had long since moved out, migrated to safer lands.. For the first time he searched the rest of the caves, to find it empty save for fireworms and other small dragons..
It was only then that he realized.. He would never, ever.. see his family again.. With that realization in mind, he flew off as fast as he could, igniting myself in anger and pain as he flew... and he came to an island.. where he found himself a home..
--
Years after that were spent giving pay back to innocent meatheads.. Will he regret it? Maybe someday, but not today. His days were spent setting huts on fire, stealing sheep and tormenting yaks.. Even setting meadows and forests on fire and trampling crops.. Years passed, and Scorn grew up.. Yet there was one thing he lacked... that he craved.. companionship.. family... friends.. Will he ever find it? Who knows! Will he ever forgive the humans? Not likely.. But little did the young nightmare know that one kind heart would change the way he looked at life.. forever.
"Dear, I brought you some fish." Came a voice from the edge of the cave, a scowl crossed his face as he stepped inside to look at the nest. "Still just as stubborn as their mother." He said, letting out a throaty chuckle. A soft, purr like sound came from the nightmare female, a purple female with black scales on her backside.. The father was a dark scarlet scaled nightmare, with muscular and strong legs and an equally powerful chest and jaws. The mothers fangs were longer and more pronounced, though her horns were shorter... Typical of some females. She let out a soft puff of fire just above the eggs and hustled back over to them to hover over them. It was only then that a crack was heard, and she quickly got off and fell into a fit of curses as the first egg exploded beneath her.. Several more exploded right away.. Pretty soon six tiny nightmares sat before them.. The largest one, the first to hatch.. Was also the first to open one eye to peer at his parents. Spitting fire at his dad, already lighting sparks on his backside... Though not fully engulfed in flames..
That was Scorn.
His parents looked at him as though he was the prize of the litter, the pick of the bunch. Being the oldest by three seconds gave me huge responsibilities. Most wouldn't think three seconds makes a difference, but the duties had to go to somebody.. and well him being the biggest as well as the oldest... they went to Scorn. As he grew up from hatchling to a young kid, his parents kept Scorn and his littermates cornered in the den.. The den wasn't really that comfortable.. It was leaky and water was at their claws.. There were jagged rocks everywhere and other dragons that would rip your throat out deeper in the cave.. if one even thought of provoking them.. Though this cave, with other dragons and their offspring deeper within it, was home.
One would think that with other dragons dwelling in the cave we'd see them from time to time.. But no, they didn't. They kept away and Scorn's parents made sure of it. Occasionally they'd see shadows crossing the walls, which can be really scary to a young dragon.. But they never hurt them..
See dragons, unlike humans, have respect for each other. Especially during times when young are born. It's a sort of "you protect me and I protect you" sort of thing. They look out for each other. But even that's not enough sometimes.
Scorn was only about a year old, and barely off of vomit food.. when it happened... It was a normal day, or as normal as it could get.. And it was the day of his first flight... All his siblings would follow Scorn and his dad. Mother was teared up but happy to see us off.
Climbing to the edge of the cave had to be one of the most frightening things ever to Scorn.... There was no ledge. Just a steep drop to the death should one fail to fly. Scorn wasn't ready, but he had to be... But before he could gather his thoughts dad had pushed him off, and there he went, falling, falling..
Instinct took over, some inner desire to spread his wings.. He glided a bit and with one flap he was going faster, turning around in circles.. Only he came down, falling into a crash landing... Scorn's siblings managed to avoid the crash landing, and before his dad could come to his aid.. He met them..
Humans. Or as dragons call them.. Meatheads. And for good reason. There isn't much brains in there, just meat. Before he knew what was happening he had chains thrown around him.. They pulled him to the ground and he caught the last glimpse of his father, calling for him desperately.. He tried to throw flames but with one good shot he was taken down. He never saw him again.. Who knows what happened to him after that.. He could have gotten away.. but he probably died that day.. And Scorn always felt it was his fault..
So he gave up, just for a moment.. as he watched my father plummet to the earth... And it was long enough for them to clamp his mouth shut and tie it shut.. Igniting himself in anger didn't help much.. A club came over his head and Scorn's world went black..
---
When he woke up he was in a strange place.. He didn't know how they had gotten him there or why.... It was a cage.. It was small and dark and smelled of rotten fish and blood. They let him out of there for the first time and it was only then that he got a good look at them.... Two legged creatures with bulky bodies and armor. And weapons.. But first came the other dragon.. A bigger, full grown nightmare that was angry.. The poor thing didn't listen to reason as he pleaded with him not to attack.. He was fueled by some desire to cause pain to those who had hurt him.. Scorn didn't understand him then.. later he would learn to understand...
The bigger dragon charged and attacked his face first.. Then he grappled Scorn's shoulder before he managed to throw him off.. for now.. Scorn learned to bite back as he ignited myself.. The fight lasted hours.. before they were both too tired to fight any more.... All the while those stupid meatheads looked on, cheering, screaming, encouraging this other nightmare.. fueling him to keep going. Sometimes when he stopped they came in and whipped him with chains and other weapons.
Then it was my turn to face the humans.. He breathed fire onto them for hurting the other dragon.. That was his big mistake.. Their attention went to Scorn, and as they put away the dragon Scorn could have sworn he saw a sad yet thankful look on the bigger dragons face.
They took out this branding tool.. It was scolding hot and they poked Scorn with it several times.. It hurt like hell when it hit him. They used their branding weapons to brand him repeatedly.. Not just once, or twice, or even four times. No, more like dozens of times.. In the same spot several times, right on his face..
This lasted for days.. Weeks even.. He grew up in there, learning to hate humans.. He grew bigger, too.. bigger then the other nightmare they had pitted him against. Taller, stronger, too... By now his face was scarred and branded with burns... Yet he still had a desire to be free, to rid himself of these humans..
Several years had passed, he was about fifteen in human aspect, and the torture had given him inspiration for a plan.. The nightmare they had first pitted him against had Scorn's friend.. Scorn didn't hurt him too bad when they had to fight, just enough make the meatheads shut up.
One day when they were set to fight, both Scorn and the other nightmare flew towards the caged ceiling, breathing fire in unison.. The bars melted, and they flew from there and for the first time in a long time... They tasted freedom..
The first thing Scorn did now that he was free was to search for his family. He found the place where he'd been taken down.. It was barren and desolate.. He found my cave where he'd been born.. It was.. empty.. abandoned... Other dragons who lived there had long since moved out, migrated to safer lands.. For the first time he searched the rest of the caves, to find it empty save for fireworms and other small dragons..
It was only then that he realized.. He would never, ever.. see his family again.. With that realization in mind, he flew off as fast as he could, igniting myself in anger and pain as he flew... and he came to an island.. where he found himself a home..
--
Years after that were spent giving pay back to innocent meatheads.. Will he regret it? Maybe someday, but not today. His days were spent setting huts on fire, stealing sheep and tormenting yaks.. Even setting meadows and forests on fire and trampling crops.. Years passed, and Scorn grew up.. Yet there was one thing he lacked... that he craved.. companionship.. family... friends.. Will he ever find it? Who knows! Will he ever forgive the humans? Not likely.. But little did the young nightmare know that one kind heart would change the way he looked at life.. forever.
