040: Darc [Dream broadcast]
[The scene starts off with an aerial view of a tropical landscape, the scenery moving by swiftly as the person who’s viewpoint we’re seeing swoops easily through the air, the occasional sound of beating wings and the mild, consistent rush of wind being the only noticeable noise. Eventually the jungle opens out onto a clearing where the ruins of what was once a church can be seen, vegetation having already claimed back the majority of it, though one wall remains clearly standing, stained glass windows embedded within it and a pile of neatly organised rocks resting in front. The flier quite suddenly veers to the side, slowly coming down to land on an outcropping of rock just a short distance from the ruins and the perspective suddenly shifts to show Darc now sitting cross-legged on the precipice, looking out over a beautiful view of the ocean with his wings now folded neatly behind him]
[Darc is now lying flat to the ground, breathing heavily as a large, dragon-esque figure stands over him, one foot placed firmly on the small of his back and keeping him pinned. The halfbreed groans, struggling, but his movements fail to shift the Drakyr]
Now hand over the Wind stone. Hand it over or we’ll tear off these wings of yours! [The Drakyr takes a firm hold of Darc’s left wing]
No way I’ll...ugh...I'll give it to you bastards!
You'll pay dearly for this impudence. Let’s see how you fare with only one wing, halfbreed. [The Drakyr snarls out before brutally ripping off Darc’s left wing, the sound of bones and tendons snapping filling the air along with Darc’s guttural scream] Give us the Wind Stone or I’ll tear off the other one!
I won’t....ever... [Darc’s voice is hoarse and laboured now, his breathing erratic as blood runs along his back and begins to pool on the arid ground beneath him]
You little bastard! [The Drakyr cries, and with another brutal yank of his powerful arms, he rips off the other one, another bloodcurdling scream and the snapping sounds filling the air around them once again. The Drakyr makes a disgusted sound before driving his fist fiercely into the side of Darc’s head and the screaming abruptly stops, his body going limp as he blacks out or - in this case - suddenly wakes up...]
[Darc is now lying flat to the ground, breathing heavily as a large, dragon-esque figure stands over him, one foot placed firmly on the small of his back and keeping him pinned. The halfbreed groans, struggling, but his movements fail to shift the Drakyr]
Now hand over the Wind stone. Hand it over or we’ll tear off these wings of yours! [The Drakyr takes a firm hold of Darc’s left wing]
No way I’ll...ugh...I'll give it to you bastards!
You'll pay dearly for this impudence. Let’s see how you fare with only one wing, halfbreed. [The Drakyr snarls out before brutally ripping off Darc’s left wing, the sound of bones and tendons snapping filling the air along with Darc’s guttural scream] Give us the Wind Stone or I’ll tear off the other one!
I won’t....ever... [Darc’s voice is hoarse and laboured now, his breathing erratic as blood runs along his back and begins to pool on the arid ground beneath him]
You little bastard! [The Drakyr cries, and with another brutal yank of his powerful arms, he rips off the other one, another bloodcurdling scream and the snapping sounds filling the air around them once again. The Drakyr makes a disgusted sound before driving his fist fiercely into the side of Darc’s head and the screaming abruptly stops, his body going limp as he blacks out or - in this case - suddenly wakes up...]