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Malakiss has a minion!
Yugo the Darkmatter Cobra
Yugo the Darkmatter Cobra
Malakiss
Legacy Name: Malakiss
The
Darkmatter IrionOwner:
PawsAge: 19 years, 1 month, 2 weeks
Born: March 15th, 2005
Adopted: 19 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: March 15th, 2005 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Malakiss all but jumped out of his bed of twigs and soft pine needles as the voice he loved to hear, despite is raspy, menacing tone, yelled at him. His notes, wand and whatever else he fell asleep on the night before went sprawling over the floor. He looked up at the looming, dark figure that hovered over him, a bashful grin spreading across his face.
"Good morning to you, too!"
Malakiss reached a paw towards the black figure's larger paw, only to be replied to with a shrill laugh. The figure turned his back on Malakiss, his gargantuan black wings hitting Malakiss in the face.
"I have not the time for your meddling and playing today, Malakiss. There is much to be done."
"Yes, Thorn, Master, Love..." Malakiss quietly replied, his heart sinking just a little.
Malakiss knew that Thornography loved him back, somewhere in that cold, black heart of his. He had seen it the night he rescued him. But that was neither here nor there. His master beckoned for his powers, and thus, he would give them.
Before the two had met, Malakiss lived alone, deep in the woods, to practice his sorcerery. He was far from good at it. He practiced day in and day out, trying to perfect his spells and concoctions. Malakiss had been shunned from his family and friends the day he announced he would be a great sorcerer one day. Magic was frowned upon where he came from, but he had known from all the odd occurrences, that magic was within him, and he was destined to be a part of it.
Strolling through the forest of his domain, gathering materials for his newest brew, Malakiss noticed some alarming disturbances. Broken trees and what looked like foot print scuffles in the ground. Blood littered the ground as well as giant black feathers. He gathered up the feathers (feathers were always good for something) and stored them in his pouch and followed the trail of blood.
After trudging on for nearly two miles, a massive cave entrance appeared before him. He had no idea what lie ahead, so he took every precaution he could muster up.
"..Silence my feet, silence my breath... Danger awaits me..."
With a quick flick of his front paw, the magic within him silenced his foot steps and his breath. As he moved forward, his left paw came down upon a puddle of blood.. still warm from it's victim.
"Perhaps I will see an Anyu and his prey today.." Malakiss thought to himself. "Such as sad sight, but such is Life."
The first step inside the cave, all light seemingly vanished. Darkness awaited him. He quickly spoke a Night's Eye spell and gave himself the ability of night vision. It was not perfected yet, but it worked well enough for him. He walked deeper and deeper into the cave, until he came to a large room. A hole in the celeing let forth massive amounts of light and Malakiss could see the entirety of the room.
A large lake lay before him, a small island in the middle. Jewels and gold littered the ground of the island. A giant stone table set in the middle. Four figures dressed in black hooded robes stood on one side, all staring down at the table. Blood poured over the side of the table.
"... What in the bloody... hell..?"
Malakiss was beside himself. Who were these hooded figures? Who's blood poured from the table? Why were all four figures now staring directly at him? Malakiss's mind raced, and he soon realized he had stepped into the light of the room and was now in full view of the four figures, two of which glanced to their rights at four more approaching figures in black. These four were dragging something. Something exetremely large. The two who kept their eyes on Malakiss began to chant. Malakiss felt himself go stiff. They were sorcerers! Invisible chains wrapped themselves around Malakiss and he struggled as his body began to unwillingly move towards the island... He back paws drug across the water as he crossed the lake. They stopped him at the shore of the island, and hoisted him upwards in the air, giving him an overhead look of the table, which upon closer inspection he could see ancient runes and symbols drawn upon it. It was a table of sacrifice.
"So, Irion.. You think you can stumble in here and let you get away with it? I'm not sure how you found us or WHY on earth you made it this far into our home, but rest assured, we will never have to worry about it again. It's our lucky day. Our Gods will be pleased with two sacrifices."
"Who the hell are you?! Let me go!"
Malakiss screamed at them, but their attention was now focused upon the four struggling figures who had entered the room. At the end of their chains was something that made Malakiss gasp. A gargantuan Irion, at least 300 pounds, 8 and a half feet tall. Most of his feathers had been ripped out. His bald body was bloody and mangled. A giant gaping hole was like a water faucet of blood on his right hip. Malakiss assumed the Irion was dead, but when one of the figures dragging them stopped suddenly and jabbed at him, a weak cry escaped his beak.
"What have you done to him!?
Malakiss cried, but it was no use. The black robed figures ignored him. Together the eight of them got his body onto the table. The sorcerer who had spoken to Malakiss began to talk once more.
"Our Gods will be GREATLY pleased by this obscure sacrifice. Never in my lifetime have I come across an Irion of this stature. Blessed he is, Blessed we are. Let the offering beg----......."
The sorcerer paused, his eyes fixated upon the giant bird. His feathers were beggining to grow back. The wounds on his body were begining to heal. His mangled body was putting it's self together once more. His eyes jerked open, bright green and beautiful. He lifted his gargantuan head and looked straight at Malakiss. Their eyes met, green fixated on purple. Malakiss's mouth stopped moving and his eyes closed, weakened from the immense amount of magic he has just preformed to save this Irion's life. He did not know his story or who he was, but he knew their fates were destined to intertwine. His head fell limp against his chest.
The giant black Irion gave out a shrill cry. The eight sorcerers backed away, screaming and yelling at one another.
"Tighten the chains!"
"Do NOT let him escape!"
"It took us four days to take him down! Do not let him get up or we will be goners!"
The Irion struggled against the chains, his wings spreading open and busting them to pieces. With a wingspan of 15 feet, the chains were child's play to them. He stood up upon the table, a black mist surrounding him, his long talons crushing the stone table. He flapped his wings, and lifted himself in the air. One by one he chased down the sorcerers and ended their lives, which ended the spell prisoning Malakiss. The large one swooped down and grabbed Malakiss by the neck, talons leaving massive wounds, just before he hit the water. Together they flew out of the cave and into the sun.
Malakiss awoke a few hours later, body stiff, neck sore, and covered in blood. He was in a clearing in the forest, nestled upon a nest of pine needles.
"Most would tell you they owe you their life."
A deep, raspy voice sounded from behind him. He turned around and looked up at the giant Irion.
"But I owe you nothing and that's the way it will stay. Fate chooses what will happen. Not you. I could die tomorrow and never repay your debt. It was fate that chose you to save my life.
But thank you, anyways, young Irion.
I will be going now."
Their eyes met once more. The giant Irion stopped in his tracks. Emotions overwhelmed him and he leaned down and placed his massive head against Malakiss's.
"Something about you draws me to you.. Perhaps the life you gave me.. I do not know. I have never felt nor known anything like this, and I do not like it, but I cannot resist you..."
"Fate." Malakiss whispered.
"Ah, yes. Fate. Hmph. This is crazy and absurd.
My name is Thornography, but you may call me Thorn, my love."
Pet Treasure
Angel Wings
Book of Ancient Black Magic
Bag of Darkmatter Chocolates