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It's still Sierra on your end?

I'm seeing the angel by now

Good I'm glad.

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The angel of my avatar is an image I found awhile ago. The angel is what I look at when I don't feel very happy or I don't feel nasty within. It gave me that inspirational feeling so I decided to use it.

Err... angel? Your current avatar is a picture of Sierra.

My avatar picture is a drawing of me. Once a friend created a little lord of the rings parody. As the friend didn't live anywhere nearby I couldn't participate in the movie, but by sending some sound files which were considered helpful. For the closing credits of the parody they used drawings of the actors in their roles with the song "Into the west" in the background (very much like in the original Return of the King movie). A friend of my friend drew this picture of me for the closing credits (she only had a photo of me while I never met her in real live). The avatar seemed especially proper when I found out that the original meaning of my name (Malte) is "he who rules with the helmet"

It's still Sierra on your end?  :huh:  :huh:  :huh:

that's weird, I changed the avatar picture multiple times I guess it's the areas you and I live in.

idiotic

I've seen it, it's pretty funny and demented XD

I find it strange that Disney would make fun of what Walt Disney has done for years. It's kind of disrespecting Walt you know? Still, I do get tired of all of those happy, typical, fairy-tale, romantic, musicals where everyone lives happily ever after. I also never cared for those girly princesses that were 100% feminine and had high voices. This is probably why I hear certain women have high voices on a daily basis They watched these movies when they were younger, and their mothers probably spoke like that too, so that's why they sound like that <_<

Happy Starday Ptyra! I hope you get everything you wanted!

Hi!!!! Welcome to the GOF!

Legend 10:
Bloody Plans

   Everything was full of joy, prosperous spirituality, and new beginnings abundantly blossomed within the heart of the Great Valley. There was hardly a glum face at all.

Of the rest of the world however, it was a completely different sight to behold.

Darkness clouded the rest of the world like a haunting memory. The traces of Blood Clan were impossible to miss. In every cave there would be a Blood Clan warrior “looking out” for a helpless family serving under the nobles or the holy family. On every mountain peak, a warrior would stand on their perch and look below on everything they would percept as unworthy.

In every river that blessed the earth would be contaminated with more than a splash of blood. In every field, in every desert, every island, every marsh, every tundra, in every territory that once belonged to the four righteous clans of the council, air, water, fire, and earth, was in rule of the cruel, merciless, and power hungry claws of “His Pestilence”.  Alternatively, as many of his followers would call him, Lord Black Death.
   
The Mysterious Beyond was renamed Bone Valley right after Black Death’s grandfather, Lord Blood Claw, took over the Mysterious Beyond.

Once Lord Blood Claw died, Black Death’s father, Lord Ripped Heart expanded the territory even further North, to where Air Clan’s Northern Peace Mountain Temple was located.

Lord Ripped Heart suddenly suffered a sickness that made him too frail to lead anymore. He retried and had his son Black Death became blessed as total Lord of Blood Clan.

   The Jagged Mountain Palace was craved in a form of a flyer taking off in from the ground. The noblest Blood Clan warriors, priests, and the holy family lived within it. Right at the left eye of the mountain, there stood a solemn fire orange colored flyer looking through the eye, as a window, to his land. When he sighed so softly, anyone could have mistaken his breath to be the wind. He showed a death-like expression as he saw the slaves’ tedious faces below his flyer craved palace. He heard the cracks of the whips and slashing of teeth and claws that were made by the “purified” Blood Clan warriors and the faint calls for mercy were the replies of the slaves.

“Your graciousness; Prince Pterano,”

The orange flyer jolted at the sound of his title. He slowly turned to a blue-feathered guard looking toward him with concern.  

The young prince shivered and stammered. “Ye-yes lieutenant?” The blue-feathered lieutenant continued.

“His pestilence wants you to make a speech about the plans.”

The orange flyer tried to make himself calm by straightening his stance and nodding respectfully to the lieutenant.  

“Yes, of course, thank you Lieutenant Spark.” The lieutenant formally bowed to the prince as the imperial flyer passed him.

Pterano walked steadily as he passed other guards of the palace. He didn’t give a side way glance at any of them. Every single one of them lowered themselves to kowtow before Pterano. Terror sprinkled in this fire colored eyes as he passed them.

Pterano walked from the head of the palace down the spiral staircase that led to the pit of the palace. He felt so petrified by the thought of the crowd of warriors and his father glaring up at him as he would stand on the speaking boulder before them all. Even though he knew he could simply fly down, according to the code of Jagged Fang, physically flying inside her palace, her temple, would show complete disrespect. He would be showing that he was higher rank over the Goddess, and that would cause his soul to suffer amazing, brutal, death in Jagged Fang's hell.

Pterano gasped softly as he stepped on a loose stone that was built in the spiral staircase. It fell downward in the continuous black hole that seemed to never end. He gulped feebly at the sight of the terrifying fall.

As Pterano came closer and closer downward, he heard slow, steady, and unearthly chanting right at the bottom of the mountain palace. All warrior dinosaurs were the chorus, following the Generals, then the priests and the priestess, the Soul Shrinker. They chanted in the native language that Jagged Fang personally took from the Fire Clan.

Αφήστε όλη τη θανάσιμη σάρκα να μαραθεί στην απελπισία (Let all mortal flesh cry in despair!)

Εκείνα τα ανάξια κτήνη του φορτίου πεθαίνουν πριν από το ευγενές (Those unworthy beasts of burden die before the noble one!)

Αφήστε εκείνων που ευλογούνται ερχόμενος πριν από το savior (Let those who are blessed come before the savior of life!)

Twenty servants with red gashes all over their brawny bodies use strong vine ropes to pull a veiled statue of the righteous one.

Σας σώζει από την αμαρτωλή φύση σας, από την απελπισία σας, από θανάσιμο μόνο σας, από την πληγή σας στη γη! (She will save you from your sinful nature, from your despair, from your mortal self, from your curse on earth!)

Pterano came down from the last step and all of the generals, warriors, servants, slaves, even his two other siblings, Blood Fang and Shadow Heart kneeled on the hard stoned ground before himself. Pterano inhaled slowly and exhaled at an even slower speed.

Εξυπηρετηθείτε όπως αντάξιος για τους! Ιεροί (Serve yourself as worthy for them! The holy ones!)

Pterano turned his body toward the speaking boulder, which was higher than any of the warriors below it. On top was Black Death, looming down on Pterano and had his hands in a saintly prayer position, his extremely long and deadly claws clicked as the tips touched the other tips. No emotion was expressed on this dark lord’s face what so ever. Pterano kneeled himself down to kowtow before his ruler.

Θα είμαστε υπάλληλοι σε σας, εάν εξυπηρετείτε τον οδοντωτό κυνόδοντα! Μας πάρτε στο δίκαιο, ταπεινό σπίτι μας επάνω υψηλό. Σε υψηλό! (We will be servants to you, if you serve Jagged Fang! Take us to our righteous, humble home on high. Take us on high!)

Black Death stood aside and Pterano took off from the ground to land on top of the sacred boulder. Pterano motioned his hands upward for everyone else to get out of their kowtow positions and stand up to look toward the young prince. The chorus stopped and they waited for Pterano to make his speech.

Pterano started.

“Η αγαπητή γενιά αίματός μου. Όλοι οι δίκαιοι αδελφοί και οι αδελφές, μου δανείζουν τα αυτιά σας έτσι μπορώ να πω,” (My dear Blood Clan. All righteous brothers and sisters, lend me your ears so I can say,”)

Είμαι προδότης μας όλοι! (I am a traitor of us all!)

Pterano paused a moment as he heard an eerie voice in the atmosphere. It sounded like a voice he heard in a nightmare.

Pterano looked to the priests. However, it was not any of the priests because they respectfully remained silent as he spoke. Pterano shook the dark thought away and continued his speech.

“Έχω ένα σχέδιο, για να μας φέρω όλων στη δόξα, για να μας πάρω μακρυά από το lowly κράτος μας (I have a plan, to bring us all to glory, to take us away from our lowly state!)”

Για να μας φέρει για να ντροπιάσει! (To bring us to shame!)

“Ένα μέρος της περιπόλου μπορεί να πάει δυτικά της μεγάλης κοιλάδας, άλλο μπορεί να πάει ανατολικά. (One part of the patrol can go west of the Great Valley, the other can go east.)”

Έτσι μπορούμε να τους προδώσουμε όλοι! (So we can betray them all!)

“Πάρτε τους νέους, παίρνει τον ανυπεράσπιστο! Κάνετε να ανοίξετε πυρ για μια λαμπρή γιορτή!” (Take the young ones, take the defenseless! Make an open fire for a glorious feast!)

Μια πυρκαγιά για να καταστρέψει όλους! (A fire to destroy all!)

“Εξ ονόματος του οδοντωτού κυνόδοντα, ευλογήστε εκείνων που θα είναι αντάξιοι, και να σκοτώσουν άλλων που δεν είναι τίποτα περισσότεροι και αιχμηρό κρέας δοντιών!” (On behalf of Jagged Fang, bless those who will be worthy, and slay others who are nothing more and sharp tooth meat!)

Με στείλετε μέσω των φλογών! (Send me through the flames of Jagged Fang!)

“Μην σιγουρευτείτε κανενός από το νέο κύβο αυτών σε αυτό το ταξίδι, ειδικά η αυτοκράτειρα αέρα και ο απόγονος του προδότη!” (Make sure none of the young ones die on this trip, especially the last Air Clan descendant and the traitor’s offspring!)

Το αίμα μου (My own blood!)

“Να κάνουν ως κυβερνήτες σας πέστε και θα ζήσετε σαν είστε εμείς!” (Do as your rulers say and you will live as if you are us!)

Θα πεθάνετε εάν δεν μας ακολουθείτε! (You will die if you don’t follow us!)

Pterano closed his eyes and felt tension going up to his head.

Στάση αυτό! Το cWho πάντα εσείς είναι! Στάση αυτή! (Stop it! Who ever your are! Stop that!)

He clenched his fists as he tried to fight back whom ever was talking back to him. He inhaled with his body shaking and he exhaled with his breath smoothly coming out. He reopened his eyes and began again, this time with a stronger voice.

Τώρα, καθώς αυτοί οι πιστοί υπάλληλοι της γενιάς αίματος τραβούν το πέπλο του για να αποκαλύψουν το savior μας, αφήστε όλοι μας να χαρούν ως μια θριαμβευτική γενιά! Μας αφήστε όλοι, να είστε αντάξιος της παρουσίας των προγόνων και όλοι δυνατοί! (Now, as these loyal servants of Blood Clan pull his veil to reveal our savior, let the rest of us rejoice as one triumphant clan! Let us all, be worthy of the presence of the ancestors and the all mighty!)

Death defying screeches arose from the crowd of thousands. Thundering roars came from the sharp teeth that struggled to get away from their masters in anticipation. Other dinosaurs one by one screeched, bellowed, growled, roared, chirped, and trumpeted in bloodthirsty triumph.

Pterano, shaken by the commotion, motioned to the twenty slaves to take the long, delicately made veil off the statue of the Savior herself. Little by little, the parts of the veil fell to the ground revealing a saintly looking stone-carved statue of Goddess Jagged Fang. It showed a dignified female flyer standing tall and strong. Her eyes pierced with a fire that seemed to still be alive in the stone carvings’ glare. In her left hand, she had a torch with no flame. Her right arm was raised up in a tyrant salute.

   Everyone chanted and raised their unearthly voices in their salute toward the statue facing them, “Οδοντωτός κυνόδοντας χαλαζιού!” (HAIL JAGGED FANG!)

   His Pestilence remained emotionless, standing in the shadows on the boulder. He observed every little thing in the entire stone palace despite all of the commotion of the many eerie voices rising up to the father sky.

Suddenly, the priestess, a fast runner called The Soul Shrinker emerged from the crowd.

Lord Black Death and the priestess exchanged respectful nods to each other. Then the priestess walks toward the statue and raises her arms high up to the sky so everyone could get her attention. Everyone stopped their blood curling cheers.

“Αφήστε όλους εκείνους που είναι συμπονετικά στη χαμηλότερη κατάσταση του κόσμου έρχονται εμπρός,” She exclaimed, “και θα ευλογήσετε άλλων με γενναιόδωρα να ρίξετε το αίμα σας σε εκείνοι που είναι πιό αντάξιοι από σας!” (Let all those who are pitifully in the lower state of the world come forth, and you shall bless others by generously shedding your blood to those who are even less worthy than you!)
   
A long line of unwanted servants, sick, wounded, old, and weak warriors lined up in an organized fashion. They all groaned in weary grief knowing what was going to happen to them.

The sharp teeth and their masters snapped at any sacrifices that got out of line. A thin blue colored sharp tooth jerked her vine leash that her master was hanging on to.

A long tailed servant flyer girl clutched her father’s hand and shivered under his wing. She questioned with tears rolling down her cheeks in confusion and blind fear.

“Papa, why are they doing this to us?”

Her father held her tightly and shushed her.

“Please, my daughter, don’t ask questions. They’ll,”

“Αυτό που ήταν αυτό?” (What was that?)

A well-muscled arm took the little girl by the wrist and spoke in Blood Clan’s native tongue. The girl just stared at the brawny flyer guard in horror. She became stupefied. It was not before long once the guard tore her away from her father and once she tried to resist the guard’s grasp, the guard motioned for his Sharp Teeth to attack the defenseless girl.

Moments later, after screams and cries for useless help, the small lifeless body was dragged away by some black painted slaves, with blood oozing out of it, making a trail. The father clasped onto his knees and demanded the guard to kill him too.

“Θα πάρετε τη στροφή σας σε μια στιγμή τώρα. Get up!” (You will get your turn in a while now. Get up!)

The guard replied as he kicked the grieving father. Everyone got out of the way so they could avoid the guard kicking them too.

“Enough!” A voice thundered within the palace.

Everyone looked toward the direction of the voice. A strong, grand flyer figure hastened toward the guard, making his brown skin look pale.

The father servant couldn’t help but witness a tinge of red on the guard’s cheeks as he saw the figure marching toward him. The grand figure held her crest high and her chocker of teeth rattled against each other. Her skin was dark and her odd eyes, one was ember, the other violet, pierced and narrowed with an emotion the father servant could not distinguish.

The same brown guard that killed the young girl and threatened the father was kowtowing and shaking in complete terror as he looked up at the dark figure.

“Grand Duchess Blood Fang,” the guard started, “please, this servant was misbehaving, I…”

“Enough of your fake excuses,” Grand Duchess Blood Fang snapped back in native Blood Clan tongue. “You are interrupting a sacred ritual Lieutenant Sierra. Get back with the other warriors unless you want to be the first sacrifice to Goddess Jagged Fang.”

Sierra widened his eyes at the Duchess, as if in bewilderment. He got himself up immediately and walked slowly away to get in the back with the other warriors. Blood Fang eyed him as he walked away from her. He looked slightly back at the Duchess, and then looked away again.

Blood Fang then jerked her head away (the father servant looked to her in bewilderment as well as confusion as she tore away from the crowd of servants) and approached the Soul Shrinker with a deep respect. She kowtowed and then got herself up once the Soul Shrinker nodded in approval. Blood Fang then explained apologetically.

“Λυπάμαι τρομερά για την ψυχή Shrinker ιερειών διακοπής παρακαλώ συγχωρήστε μερικές από τις αμαρτίες του στρατιώτη μας (I am terribly sorry about the interruption Priestess Soul Shrinker; please forgive some of our soldier’s sins.)”

Lord Black Death peered over his daughter’s and the Priestess’s conversation with pure interest. It seemed as if he knew something hidden in his daughter’s tone as she spoke. He even heard her tone as she spoke with Sierra.

Suddenly, Black Death’s eye expression changed instantly from curiosity into burning rage.

Blood Fang gave a final bow to the Soul Shrinker and walked back to her brother, Shadow Heart and the other Blood Clan warriors. Black Death eyed her with his blood red, burning eyes.

Pterano stared at Black Death then at his sister in horror.  Then back at Black Death, then at Blood Fang.

“AAH!!!!!”

Pterano jerked his head toward the source of the scream. The ritual had finally begun.

The first sacrifice gave out an eerie screech as the priestess pressed a spear into the servant’s chest and into the heart. The servant fell backwards and scarlet liquid squirted and splashed out towards the other sacrifices in back of him. They all screamed and backed away at the sight of the dead servant. This particular servant was a large feathered flyer who was a male. His eyes shot open at the shock of the spear and blood came out of his mouth as he coughed blood violently for at least three times. After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally laid flat on the floor and moved no more.  

One swimmer servant fainted at that sight of blood. She fell hard on the stone floor and blood leaked from her head. Unconscious she lay, yet no one bothered to help her. They knew that was her fate anyway.

Pterano had to clutch his own stomach, feeling a sickening feeling in there. He felt ill and he wanted to vomit right then and there.

A second seemed to be a year when everyone observed the blood and corpses before them. Blood colored the floor scarlet and corpses were stacked in high piles. One by one, a scream just followed another scream, and Soul Shrinker’s face glowed with a perfidious hunger as she slayed every sacrifice with her blood-drenched spear.

When it was the father flyer’s turn, he looked to the Dark Lord, only to have the Dark Lord have an expressionless glance.

Only pure innocence flooded the servant’s eyes as he met his fate. Tears and blood sprayed from the body as the spear pierced his heart. One of his tears squirted the Soul Shrinker’s eye. She blinked to smear the tear away, but nothing more.

The last sacrifice was a young female longneck; she looked around in her late teens. Her head was down and her eyes sullen.

Pterano turns his back away and shuts his eyes from this moment and waited for a cry.

Savor iий этот момент, потому что он мо продолжают. Savor iий этот момент, потому что он мо продолжают. ! (I savor this moment, for it’s my last. I savor this moment, for it is my last. I have light at my tunnel.)

Pterano reopened them and heard a chant. He gasped softly, but because of his jerking movement, a steady and deadly voice asked next to him.

“What is it Pterano?”

Pterano stared open mouthed at his father’s puzzled glare. He had his claws coiled over Pterano’s shoulder.

   He immediately closed his mouth, knowing it would be impolite. He was about to open his mouth again to answer until he heard a final scream of the young longneck.

Pterano turned to see a sharp tooth walking slowly to the longneck. The sharp tooth’s eyes flashed red and grimaced under the dim moonlight, which showed his masculine features and the dreaded scar on his right eye.
   
Pterano immediately knew who this sharp tooth was.  

   Red Claw!

   Everyone around the scene shouted and bellowed ominous cries. They all cheered for the sharp tooth. The unworthy one would have to accept the fate. With the wave of the Soul Shrinker’s hand, she hollered.

“Τώρα! (Now)”

Right after Red Claw did his duty, the “blessed” servants scooped the oodles of blood into clam-shelled bowls.  

Red Claw walked toward the boulder, looked up at Black Death, and growled in his sharp tooth language.

“Is that all master?”

Black Death stepped out of the shadows, smiled politely, and nodded slightly in approval.

“Yes, it is. Thank you again Red Claw.”

He growled in sharp tooth language.

Red Claw slowly turned away without even a glance at Pterano.

Pterano shivered as if a cool breeze chilled his spine. He looked warily at the sharp tooth, which turned away and slowly walked out of the palace without another word.

While everyone else went to his or her duties right away, His Pestilence had a dead expression as he took off from the boulder and landed to walk toward the Soul Shrinker. The Soul Shrinker nodded respectfully at him as he approached her. She then nodded to Pterano to approach her too.

Pterano nodded in understanding, but in apprehension.

The servants of the Priestess and the priests scooped the blood into their bowls and carried them all outside the palace and into the stone temple just next to the palace. There, they could begin their blessings. Black Death and Pterano followed Soul Shrinker outside of the palace and into the temple along with the servants.

Blood Fang and Shadow Heart ordered everyone else in the palace to their duties, prepare for battle, and wait for Pterano to give more orders. Shadow Heart suddenly turned to Blood Fang and touched her arm. Blood Fang closed her eyes and did not look at her brother at all.

“I know what you were trying to do Blood Fang. You know, back there. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” Shadow Heart grinned at his last sentence.

Blood Fang jerked to her brother with hard-core eyes. She slashed him with her claws, which made her brother fall backwards and stare at his sister in bewilderment. Blood Fang kneeled down to her brother and whispered in his ear with gritted teeth.

“There is no secret in this palace, as far as His Pestilence is concerned.”

With this, she stalked away in a huff, leaving her brother dazed as to what just happened.

In the heart of the temple, where only the Priestess and some very important authority figures could enter, Soul Shrinker and Black Death spoke softly and solemnly to each other.

Pterano stayed outside, waiting for his turn to come into the altar.

“Soul Shrinker, I beginning to fear the worst. How Blood Fang acted in that ritual, it was not like her at all.”

The Soul Shrinker gravely nodded at Black Death’s statement as she lightened some candles on her alter stone table. She looked into the flames as if for an answer. She watched them dance about and spark lit her eyes with an uncanny emotion. She turned slowly to Black Death.

“My Lord,”

She replied in a soothing voice and with a sympathetic expression.

“You must not worry so much about that. You know Blood Fang would never shame you. You know she has a bit of Jagged Fang in her.”

Black Death looked to the Priestess with uncertainty. The Priestess looked to him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Besides,”

Soul Shrinker whispered in his ear.

“You have more power than any of those mortal fools combined. No warrior would even think of doing anything that is unacceptable in front of you.”

Black Death sighed, feeling a reassured. The Soul Shrinker backed away to go to her stash of ritual ingredients. A daddy long legs crawled out of her stash. She smiled at the sight of it. Black Death knew that Soul Shrinker had a fascination with spiders. He never cared for them himself, but he admired how deadly spiders could really be. This gave him an idea.

Once the Soul Shrinker turned around and met His Pestilence’s stare. They grinned at one another.

“You have those bugs in your stash don’t you?”

Black Death asked with his arms crossed and with a sly expression.

The Soul Shrinker nodded and revealed to Black Death a jar with dust and moving vermin within the jar.

“Yes and I have enough to feed 20 brainless sharp teeth.”

Black Death’s fangs flashed with an eerie glow and he tapped the jar with his claw. Then he looked around the rest of the altar.

“Do you have other ways to weaken them besides those pests?”

The Soul Shrinker grinned entirely wide and whispered in Black Death’s ear.

“I think you can figure that out on your own. Your warriors are capable of doing destruction just as much as you are. There are many ways of torture Black Death. You just have to find the ones that really work.”

Moments later, the boulder that closed the altar, suddenly opened. Pterano jumped and backed away in surprise.

“Marvelous news Pterano,”

Black Death started to say once he got out of the altar.

“We have a way to bring the herd down once and for all.”

Pterano was almost afraid to ask.

“What do you mean?”

Black Death motioned for Pterano to come into the altar, he whispered to his worried son.

“Go in there and you will understand.”

Black Death kowtowed to the Soul Shrinker and then walked out of the temple, nodding approvingly to priests as he passed by them. They bowed formally in return.

Pterano walked into the altar and the boulder immediately shut out the dim light behind him. He jumped a little as this happened.

“You seem intense Prince Pterano. You are also jumpy. Am I scaring you in any way?”

The Soul Shrinker had her hands wrapped around the jar as she looked intently at Pterano.

Fear was obvious to see in Pterano’s stare, but he did not attempt to admit this.

“No, of course not your holiness.”

“Very good, now, let me show you something.”

The Soul Shrinker revealed to Pterano the jar and Pterano had the creeps as he saw the pests swarming in their confinement.  

“What is this for?”

Pterano asked with horror accenting his tone.

The Soul Shrinker stood next to Pterano and simply replied.

“This is the Great Valley’s future.”

Okay, father's day is coming. What are you doing for him?

As for me, I'll basically get him a card and gift.

Cera(high):  'Sup, homegirl?  Go try some of that new weed over there.  Never seen it before, but it is the s***.

Ducky:  Cera, you are very pleasant on this early morning.  I will go try some, yep yep yep!

that's...special... :blink:  :blink:  :blink:  :blink:

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