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- Published: Tuesday, 08 October 2013 23:00
- Written by Mike Cropo
Wolves and Dragons of the Blood: Revelations
“He is a Ioth Kilnsiri!” Laren hissed the words vehemently as the hazy corridor began to clear somewhat in front of them. They could see nearly two dozen Scourge warriors along the sides taking cover behind whatever they could find that had been left in the corridors. The lone figure became clearer as he approached slowly with his hands held in front of him. His double skull was no longer hidden under the helmet which he had dropped to the deck. His head was in the shape of a delicately curved triangle, with two black eyes on each upper layer of his skull. Each side of his head had two, small finger like appendages that twitched from time to time. This made him very different from the simple Scourge soldiers they had been fighting for they did not have these appendages.
Androcles turned his head to the left slightly and looked at Laren. She held the Nehtes in a defensive posture, extended under her arm out to the side. Her body armor was splashed with the grayish Scourge blood, as was all of their armor. Her normally bright multicolored blue eyes were now nearly glowing as were Dorian’s and Andro’s own eyes. He turned his head even more to look back at Murano who was crouching just behind Deion’s shoulder. Jomann and Denali occupied the opposite side of the wide corridor and Andro felt pride swell within his chest. Though they had fought their way here through a huge portion of the station, none of them appeared winded in any way. All of them were splashed generously with Scourge blood, but he saw the set of their eyes and knew they would stand. A quick glance behind them and he saw Elynth, Ryner and Ladur poised by the massive opening into the landing bay, their dragon Armor fully extended and protecting their bodies.
“Murano?” Andro questioned.
Murano nodded his head quickly. “Laren is correct.” He replied. “They are the Queen’s Guard. Loyal to the core. He is the one who has been driving them. The others are just normal Elites. Soldiers. They look differently but there is no mistaking what they are.”
“If you know what I am then you know you cannot win!” The voice boomed out causing Andro to turn back and see the Holy Elite stop only fifteen feet from him. “More of my warriors are waking even now. We will overwhelm you by sheer numbers in moments.”
“I know you are a butcher!” Murano screamed.
“And I know you Praetorian Murano.” The Holy Elite spoke. “And the only reason you are not already dead is because of these fine young specimens you have with you. We had thought all the Praetorians dead. My Queen will be most pleased when she discovers that there are more of you.”
Dorian looked at Andro. “Is this ugly fuck for real fervon?” He asked in an almost humorous tone of voice. “We’ve been dropping these fuglies all over the station.”
“We were measuring you, young Praetorian.” The Holy Elite spoke once more as his red eyes fell on Dorian. “You are different from the Praetorians I have fought before, you, the one beside you and the Darastrixi female, but I have prevailed against them all. It will be no different now.”
“Oh really?” Dorian quipped. “He’s a cocky tukannupaee isn’t he?”
Murano felt the curl of the smile touch the corner of his lips at Dorian’s comment. It was an evil smile that held nothing but malice and death and he felt the surge of power and emotion within all of them and he embraced that now as he never had before. “Trust me when I tell you that you have never fought anything like them.” He spoke loudly from behind Androcles.
The Holy Elite’s four eyes grew wider as he saw the metal armor begin to extend and wrap around all of those in front of him. He took a slight step back and watched as the armor engulfed all of them fully, leaving only parts of their faces exposed. His eyes grew even wider when he saw the one in the middle lift his hand with the strange looking blade in it. He watched as a shimmering blueish Etheric shield activated somehow around all but the old Praetorian and encased their bodies as well.
“Elynth!” Andro shouted out the word.
Ready! Elynth answered back instantly.
Andro touched the button on the side of the glaive and the curved blades extended. “Let’s dance!” He screamed just before he launched that strange weapon into the air directly at him with insane speed.
THIS IS A SCI-FI/FANTASY NOVEL ORIENTED TO THE MATURE CROWD. IT HAS GRAPHIC LOVE SCENES AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS IN SOME RELATIONSHIPS. IT HAS VIOLENCE AND EXTREME LANGUAGE IN SOME PARTS. IT IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. I HAVE RECEIVED PERMISSION TO USE THE IMAGES ON THIS SITE FROM THE DIFFERENT INDIVIDUALS, OR TOOK THEM FROM THE PUBLIC DOMAIN. THOUGH MANY OF THE MEN AND WOMEN IN THE IMAGES DO FOLLOW THE STORY, THEY ARE IN NO WAY INVOLVED OR ENDORSE IT. AT LEAST NOT AT THIS TIME. WHO KNOWS IN THE FUTURE.