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Right, so as a prezzie for Scout Wolf, I am going to write up a bit of the rp he made, just to show how good it is. Please no one tell him, because I am going to tell him now anywayz, but I thought I would post it here so all you other people can read it.

Right so the rp itself is here, and it is called Roars of Thunder, Claws of Steel. The rp itself is (c) to Scout, but the characters are (c) to their respective owners, and this is a prezzie so I don't think he will be mad at me.

Right so here is the start of Roars of Thunder, Claws of Steel.



It started with a dream, it always does, but this was a dream that would change our living history, history that had always had pain and suffering. The dream would change one of our kind, and not in a good way, and he would cause some of the worst things to happen, and some of the best. This story, however, also starts with a murder…

Part 1 – War

Fire

The cold stones that made up the bridge chilled him to the bone, and pricked his feet with their sharp sides and points. There was only enough room for a single file line on this bridge, and it looked like it would fall down at any second. All around him there seemed to be a pool of dark water, waiting to swallow up any clumsy dragons that happened to stumble over the edge of the bridge. As he glanced behind him, he could see a large amount of dragons crammed onto the bridge, all looking very scared, and all of them he recognized. He thought that maybe some of them could back up, give the ones in front a little more room, but behind them the bridge seemed to just stop, ending in a one-way ticket to the chasm below. A chill wind whipped his face, and he returned his gaze to the other end of the bridge, where a blue dragon stood on an island. The island looked a lot safer and nicer than the desolate old bridge they were on. The dragon looked like he was trying to yell something, but his words were lost in the sudden howling wind. He could feel the panic of the clan behind him, and the ground disappeared from under his feet. As he and the rest of the clan fell into the utter darkness, a deep, menacing laugh from the blue dragon followed them the whole way down.

Light came quickly, blinding Freefall as he tried to wake. Pictures swam slowly into existence, but all there was to see was the back of a cave wall. He stretched himself out, feeling his bones click as they were used for the first time in hours, and yawned deeply, inhaling lungfuls of air. The morning sunlight glittered on the dusty floor from the cave entrance, and as Freefall stood up he spotted the clan leader.
“Good morning young dragon” he said, without turning around. He had been up for hours, watching the sunrise and the white fluffy clouds drift across the sky. Freefall smiled, he looked up to the clan leader as if he was his father.
“Good morning to you too Fireclaw’ he replied, another yawn making him stretch his mouth open wide. He turned, and looked at all the movement in the clan’s den site; it made him smile to think how peaceful life was.

Meanwhile, from the top of an old, burnt oak tree, another dragon looked out over the pack. The light hit her golden scales, making her glow like a small sun. She was just relaxing in the short amount of time in the mornings before everyone had to do their duties. She spotted Fireclaw and Freefall talking outside of one of the dens, and she felt a sudden longing to join them, but she had other things to do. She was trying to think, think long and hard about her life, and asking a question most dragons would never ask.
Who am I really? I never knew my parents, and I don’t really belong in this clan, I never will she thought. She stared out into the distance towards the mountains, that was where she should be, that was where she would belong, out there was freedom. With a deep, mournful sigh, she started to clamber down the branches towards the busy den site.

Fireclaw had been waiting for the opportune moment to speak to Freefall, and now here it was.
“Young dragon” he started, and paused to think about how to phrase what he was about to say. “I wish to tell you something,” he eventually said. Freefall turned to face him, but Fireclaw could tell he was distracted by something as he kept glancing sideways.
“What is it?” Freefall asked, and for the fifth or sixth time he glanced out towards the far side of the den, where a golden dragon had just climbed down from a tree. He quickly looked back to Fireclaw, hoping he hadn’t seen how much he had been watching her.
“As you probably know, I am getting quite old. I am one thousand and ninety eight years old, and I have probably lived longer than most dragons. It will soon be my time though, and when I die, this clan will need a responsible leader to take my place. Freefall…” Fireclaw said, but stopped to cuff Freefall gently. “Freefall, I have decided that you will be the one to take my place, you are young and responsible enough to rule this clan and even win this war,” he continued when he once again had Freefall’s attention. Freefall looked interested for a few seconds, but very quickly he became distracted again.
“Um yeah sure, thanks Fireclaw, but I uh, have to go” he said quickly, and walked away from Fireclaw into the dusty den site. Fireclaw shook his head, turning back to his cloud watching.
“I do wonder about that boy sometimes” he muttered to himself.

Wow, this is a big surprise. Thanks Tromacom.

Your very welcome *puts away knife *, there will be more to come

Oh man, I just can't wait!!!! XD ^_^ ^^ ^-^ XP X)

Hey guys! I`m now in Adelaide and I`m using a friends computer, I leave for Melbourne tomorrow morning XP.

Awesome! ^_^ I hope you have fun! XD ^^ ^-^

I am having fun X3..I`m in Melbourne now..it`s 7:55 pm.

Hey hey heyz peoplez, not that knowing you are in Melbourne is very interesting Freefall, but it could be considered as spamming I have nearly finished the next bit though and I will post it up soon.

EDIT: Alright here is the bit you have been waiting for (I hope), the next installment of Roars and Claws (Sorry that is what I call it, it's shorter)

Ice

A chill wind blew across the barren rocks and flat grasslands. Behind them, the mountains, and in front was the forest. The whole area was flat and cold, and only the toughest dragons could survive here, the dragons of the Ice Clan.
A small slim figure glided over the land, watching for the movement of enemies and prey. Ahead of her was the clan’s den, perched on the ridges of the huge mountains that lined the East side of the whole forest. Icywing flapped her large wings faster, picking up speed, and then pulled them in tightly to her body. She allowed herself to fall in an impressive free-fall, keeping her wings hugging her body, and a couple of meters before she hit the ground she spread them out again, swooping in a perfect ‘U’ shape. She felt her breath leave her, the sudden drop and rise always shocked her, but it was fun. She flew back to the height she was at before, enjoying the cool breeze, as that was all the wind was at that level. She performed a few more twists and loop the loops before straightening her flight back towards the den site. As leader it was her job to make sure everyone was up and working, and if they weren’t she needed to give them something to do, and to do that she needed to be at the den site. The largest mountains loomed ahead of her, casting the den site in a shadow, but by the end of the day the site would get all the sun, it was the perfect spot.

I never have felt like this is home, no one here likes me, all the males tease me for being adopted, I can’t help that were the thoughts of a female standing at the very edge of the den site.
I will never get a mate… at least not here Snowspirit thought, knowing that what she had in mind was stupid and would cost her dearly if she was caught. She had heard stories passed around the clan of a dragon different from everyone else, he had control of all elements, something which had never happened before. But he was not in Ice Clan, he was in Fire Clan, and that was where Snowspirit wanted to go. She wanted to see him for herself, to see if these rumours were true. Carefully and quietly, she took a deep breath and glanced behind her, checking to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. She almost purred in happiness at her luck and walked quickly into the forest just below her, jumping over rocks and old logs and keeping as quiet as possible. A loud roar echoed behind her, one she knew well.
Not Icywing, if she catches me I’m dead she thought, and broke into a run. No dragon was allowed to trespass on another clan’s territory, both clans would be cross with her, but she had to see this strange dragon. Trees seemed to appear out of nowhere out of the morning mist, but Snowspirit’s long curved body allowed her to weave past them effortlessly. Everything looked the same as she ran, and she started to wonder if she was going in circles. But the mist began to lift, and with a quickly glance behind her she could see the mountains getting further away with each step. Snowspirit let out a sigh, she wasn’t going to get caught out here, no one came out this far this early in the morning. She approached the boundary of her clan’s territory, and hesitated for a couple of seconds before crossing over into Fire Clan territory. She slowly let out a breath that she hadn’t realised she had been holding, and trotted through the now quite warm woods towards the den site of Fire Clan.

After a while she slowed down, it seemed to be taking forever to get to the Fire Clan’s den site, but it couldn’t be much further. As she was just thinking about this, the ground disappeared from under her feet and Snowspirit found herself rolling down a steep grassy slope. As she rolled to a stop at the base of the slope, she let out a small squeak of surprise, and then began to laugh out loud, and lay there for a while just listening to the birds and animals. She let her head flop to stare out behind her, and spotted movement through the trees. She rolled over quickly and looked harder, and saw it was several dragons.
Could it be the Fire Clan’s den site she wondered, and then reasoned that it must be as this was their territory. She almost cried out in delight, and set off at a run towards the area full of busy dragons.

Awesomeness! ^^ I can't wait for the next part.

Hey Tromacom, is it ok if I get my sis to post the first chapter on youtube?

Yeh I suppose, I'm not sure how but it is your pressie so yeh of course you can, but only if I can maybe start developing it into a script for a possible school production not sure how that would happen but I will give it a go

That'll be cool if you can! XD ^_^

I dunno how she's going to either XD.

Well I would write it up as a script and then try to convince my drama teacher to let me make it into a proper production, but I'm not guarunteeing anything here, it is just a wacky idea of mine.
And I am nearly finished on the next bit.
EDIT: Here is the third bit of the story, enjoy

Lightning

The sun seemed to be perched on the peaks of the mountains when Thunderstorm woke. He peered out of the cave entrance over the vast forest that covered most of the clan’s dens. He glanced behind him, looking at a dark shape lying at the back of the cave. He couldn’t help smiling, his son always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, and with the light hitting in the way it was it was making him look like a chick again, how he missed those times.
‘Wolfbane?’ Thunderstorm crooned softly, like an old mother hen. ‘Are you awake?’ Wolfbane rolled over slightly, sending sand and dust flying everywhere like glitter in the wind, but he didn’t wake up. He was lost deep within his own dreams, and that was where Thunderstorm decided to leave him. He shook his head and stretched out his wings, giving them a little shake as well to get the dust out of them. He walked out of the cave and with two beats of his powerful wings he was in the sky, the land spread out before him like a map, and the cool morning breeze drifting over his scales lazily, like the fluffy clouds he could see dotted across the sky. He loved his early-morning flights more than anything, they let him relax and think about things.

After flying around above his territory for a couple of minutes, he descended at the edge of the clan’s territory at the edge of a great cliff which divided them from Earth clan. As he landed, he inhaled a deep breath, feeling the crisp air drive away the stale night air, and released it all as a powerful and mighty roar that frightened birds from their roosts and echoed around the great canyon. He took in another breath, but this time through his nostrils as he scented the air, all seemed peaceful and calm today, but the usual scent of starvation lingered in the air. He sighed, these were bad times for everyone, food was scarce and whole clan’s were starving to death, his clan alone had already lost two of their members this year, and it was only late spring. As he looked over the deep green sea of trees and branches, memories floated back to him, memories he held dear but would have preferred not to remember…
‘Father?’
Thunderstorm was woken from his trance at the deep but gentle voice. He looked up, squinting against the glaring sunshine to see the dark form of his son Wolfbane hovering a few feet above him. Thunderstorm smiled as he watched Wolfbane land beside him, he still had his son at least, and that always made him happy to know he had not lost everything. Wolfbane looked worried, maybe it was because he had looked sad or worried as well.
‘Well well, good morning Wolfbane’ Thunderstorm said, ‘how are you feeling?’ Wolfbane smiled slightly, but he didn’t look as if he meant it.
‘I’m doing well father, I was just wondering if you were ok, you weren’t there when I woke up’ he said, frowning at his father. Thunderstorm chuckled warmly, he didn’t want his son to worry about him or anything else. He gently nudged him with his head, telling him to move on and do whatever it was he did all day.
‘I’ll be alright, go on and play’ he whispered as his head came close to Wolfbane’s. Wolfbane rolled his eyes and turned away from his father, disappearing into the deep depths of the forest with the very tip of his black tail vanishing last, as if he had melted into the shadows. Thunderstorm sighed, shut his eyes, and muttered to himself ‘I was just thinking about your mother, that’s all…’

PS: I will apologise for the sections being so small, but hopefully they will get bigger as more stuff happens

Cool, I like the volcabulary you use in each post, it makes the story very exciting and it just grabs the attention of the reader, almost forcing them to keep reading ...one question for avatarcat though, whatever happened to wolfbane's mum?