The Dragonborn Comes(Fang)

[Caius Ballad]

Theme for this post: The Dragonborn Comes

Caius stood upon a small cliff in the Archylite Steppe, gaze looking out upon the vast landscape. Questions running through his mind faster than he could sort them. Why was he here? Who had summoned him? Was Etro still alive? Did he need to worry about Lightning again? Questions like that hit him all at once, each one seeking their own answer..each one likely going to take time. Slowly his right arm reached up, resting his hand over his heart as he focused. Soon enough, a faint red glow appeared..coating his gauntlet covered hand in its light. A smirk appeared then as he took notice of this, eyes narrowing as he realized his immortality had been returned to him as well.

"So you want to continue to play your games Etro..." he mused to himself as he turned and began walking along the plains, enjoying the feel of the warm sun upon his body. "Then so be it. Any who try to block my path will meet their end upon my blade." He could feel it..feel the Chaos in this land, spreading outward and practically overtaking it....if it hadn't already. It was a good sign...it showed not all of his efforts had been for nothing.

A shadow cast itself over his body for just the briefest of moments, followed by the loud roar of something big. Slowly, a hand reached up to grip the bonelike handle of his sword, however his grip soon relaxed as the shadow continued. Continuing onward, Caius pondered the many questions that arose in his mind however there was definitely one thing he had to figure out, and soon. Was there another Yeul now? Had he managed to save the last one...or any of the others at that? That was something he was going to have to find out...and soon.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor {WORDS } 675 {TAGGED } Caius {WEARING} Tribal clothes Fang couldn’t lie, it felt damn good to stride through the lands that she had grown up trekking across. Of course, things were different as nearly a thousand years had passed since then, but for the most part her homeland was still as rugged, deadly, and beautiful because of it as ever, and Fang was glad to get away from the damned city that Hope and Rygdea had built. She…well, the fact that Rygdea had made it somehow made the whole damned operation less of a shitty trick, but she couldn’t help but feel completely disgusted when she was surrounded in Cocoonian filth that the citizens of the world had thought to accomplish. As far as she was concerned, the whole damned city could rot and she would be perfectly content. Actually, she might juts help the process if she could. A few firaga spells and it would be up in flam- Her thoughts collapsed when she heard the unearthly roar of some creature. It was close. By pausing in her stride however, Fang could easily distinguish the giant – but completely harmless if not pestered – beasts that were from Gran Pulse. She didn’t bother to retrieve her lance from off her back, but she did raise the bottle of brandy she had in her hand and tip it toward the beast that was thundering over the Steppes. “Cheers Beasty!”, she called happily, before tilting her bottle back to her lips and taking a long drink. Instantly she could feel the liquid as it burned its way down the back of her throat. Strong up front, but after a moment or two it simply gave her the warm feeling in her gut that would keep you coming back for more. With the bottle cradled in her arm like a beloved child, Fang continued on through the land she loved so much. Despite the amount missing from the bottle she neither wavered in step nor dulled in her senses. Sharp green eyes scanned her surroundings for a possibility of danger, an almost animalistic instinct she had gained from years of being a huntress on these dangerous grounds. It was because of that instinct that Fang quickly picked up on the gorgonopsid pack that was stalking her from behind. With the growl of warning, Fang effortlessly twisted around and pulled her lance from off her back. Fang took a long pull of her brandy before screwing the lid back on and giving the gorgonopsids a look of taunting. “Weeeell, if it ain’t the big, bad wolf.” Tossing her bottle into the closest patch of long grass, Fang was just in time to ward off the first attack. Reversing her posture, Fang made an upward curve with her lance that split the muzzle of the beast and left it in ribbons along with a horrified yelp that was cut off. “Get back under your rock!”, she spat out quickly. Damn it felt good to be alive. {NOTES} I am so sorry this took so long u.u

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Chevelle