City of the Damned -Chap V
#5 of City Of The Damned
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Chapter V
-Trial of Blood-
The kiss seemed to last an eternity to him, her toxic embrace cold and unyeailding. When he pulled back, the world was thick with a fog, his head spinning with dark shadows and peircing sounds; a side effect of her deadly poisen. Even with his own draconic resistances, he was powerless... Weak and disoreintatied as he struggled to breath. His eyes rolled back as he fought it, foam flecking the corners of his mouth as a deep growl began to grow in his massive chest. Her cruel eyes were locked to his own; the violent brown and red conflicting as they contrasted with his own silver gaze. He was not one to feel fear...nor despair, but he was slipping. The darkness was all consuming, and yet,...it did not hurt. It was like a burning pleasure, one he felt all to guilty for feeling.
...Untill her fist smashed down into his neck, knocking him into darkness again.
He awoke in a cage, swearing in draconic as his scaled hands found their way to a nasty gash on his head, coming back with traces of silver blood. Struggleing to his feet, he looked over to his side in curiosity. A few others were in the cage with him; a being that resembled a tiger, and some avian he could not identify. There were others, too... all with the same look on their faces. A look not of fear...but determination. He could smell blood...death. It reeked of rot and decay, as the dead and dieing were consumed by some of the other prisoners, most some form of animal or demon. A black wolf looked over at him, smirking.
"Welcome, Dragon. This is the place you where you decide your fate."
He offered a paw to him, his blue eyes deep and hard for even Talon to read. His body was not as weak as the others, but it was indeed far more scarred. His thick black fur was matted in some places, and blood was clotted to him at a few points; but he looked strong. His body was toned, and his blue eyes bright and intelligant. With a grunt, Talon took the paw, pulling himself to his feet with a groan. He inhaled slowly, taking in the smell of the place...but it was still the same. Death, decay, and blood... lots, and lots of blood. He looked back at the wolf, who spoke once more.
"I am Kiarua, or around here, they call me Ripper."
He looked at Talon's head with a smirk, flicking his head forwards.
"What happened here? The blood looks fresh..."
Talon grunted, smirking. With a wink, he told Kiarua about how he was captured, about the kiss. When the wolf heard about the kiss he fell back, growling as if he had touched something cursed.
"She kissed you? And yet you stand here before me?"
The wolf narrowed his eyes slightly as he noted the dragon before him, shaking his head in disbelief. Looking at him with his oddly blue eyes he smirked, almost solomly.
"I'd be inclined to call you a lier, if I did not know of draconic honor. After all, you are a high dragon... are you not?"
Talon nodded, looking around slowly. He realized that there were many cages, all filled with rather deadly looking beasts; some more dead then alive. Howls of pain and sorrow were heard in the distance, but something roared deeper, behind every other sound.
...It was the sound of cheering. The sound of hundreds, perhaps thousands of gleefull, bloodthirsty screams. It was powerfull...like a tidal wave of sound that was heard just above ground, not too far from himself. Thinking slowly, Talon looked over to his new friend, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What is this place, wolf?"
Kiarua opened his mouth to speak, before a mettalic clang intterupted him. The metal gate that was connected to his cage opened slowly as a large beast, presumably feline stood at the gate, with two well armed humans. Talon looked them over slowly, his head still groggy with pain and exsastion. The feline shook his mane slightly, half grunting to him; pointing a broken claw.
"You. The dragon. Your up, fight or die."
Talon smirked, unmoving. His tail tightened as he spoke, his voice calm and deep as he looked the lion - Or what appeared to be such an animal- over with cold regard.
"And what makes you think you can kill me?"
He stood slowly, towering slightly over even the lion. His teeth were barred as he growled deeply, and his silver eyes glinted with slight anger. The lion mearly smirked, crossing his arms over each other as he looked back.
"The hundreds of other guards here. You might be strong dragon, But we have numbers to spare."
The men walked forwards into the cage, hands tight with fear on their weapons. Talon could feel it. He could smell the cold sweat, see the quaking bodies of the smaller beings. He could almost taste the tension as one of them shackled his clawed hands toghether, pulling on them to guide his steps. He had a fleeting thought of picking the poor man up, and tearing his body apart...but he knew the lion's words rang true. If he did attack, he would be overwhelmed. Slowly, he simply followed; his bigger strides taking up the space of a few of the man's steps. Rows upon rows of bars lined either side of the corridor, all filled with beasts and creatures of some sort. He wondered what this place could be, how he might escape, but he smelled something that stopped him dead.
Fresh flowing air drifted past his nose, a smell he had missed sorely from the first step he took down into this catacomb of chaotic tunnels. There was light at the end of the hall, and he took no notice as the cage closed behind him, almost as if make him belive he was free. A snap of the man's fingers brought him back to his situation, though, and he looked down with a grunt. The man simply unchained his claws, pointing down towards the light.
"Your foe is waiting at the other side of that open area. You will fight, or you will be killed. Any questions?"
Talon snorted, making a slight lunge for the man with his claws; causing him to swear and jump back in a fit of terror.
"Sure. Where am I?"
The man smirked, although he was clearly still shaken. He looked up with a sneer, opening a smaller door at the side of the tunnel before looking back to speak one last time.
"The last place you'll ever be. Welcome to the Trial of Blood."
He shut the door as he left, leaving Talon alone in the tunnel. He looked at his claws...still sharp, ready for the kill. As he walked he noted assorted weapons lining the sides of the corridor, and picked up the largest pair of swords there. Although they were not made for something his size, he smirked. They were sharp, and that was what mattered to him. He walked further for a moment, stopping just in the last trace of shadows of his hole. The sun was high, the burning heat inches away from his clawed feet. But...He knew it was his time to do what he did best.
Survive.
He walked out into the light, ready to meet his fate, and break it.