Wyvern's
Title: Wyvern's
Rating: PG
'verse/series: AU
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Optimus Prime & Megatron
Summary: n/a
Notes: another short-y. Major notes at end. (*) Not beta'd.
As a dragon it was only natural that Optimus towered over all other creature's that were not dragons themselves, as well. The only entities taller than he was what came from nature or some buildings that the humans constructed. Those posed rare threats, if ever. Even some of the miniature dragons stood larger in height than some creature's like horses. And it so happened that, with the various species of dragon's that existed, he so happened to be a fairly large dragon compared to other's. But in large number's any small creature's could pose a threat when the came in the masses.
With a roar, blue flames* shot out between Optimus' open jaws and over his tongue. Like a Flame Thrower* he turned his head filling the air with the smell of ash and burning of the already decaying rank smell of flesh. Tail lashing, more than a dozen ragged zombies and skeletons went every which way, their limbs flailing uselessly. Clamping his mouth shut teeth still bared in a snarl, Prime whipped his thick tail back aground flicking a particularly stubborn ghoul* off like a irritating flea. Flickering hot blue amber's still dancing for escape between his teeth, Optimus stood on his hind legs, tail still whipping spasmodic-like, as he propelled out more of his blue-hot flame.
With more of their kind fizzling into nothing but ash drifting among the stench of decay and smolder the zombies and ghouls retreated back. Prime lowered himself, wings flared behind him to prevent any of these monster's to jump on them and tare the thin membrane with their filed fingers and swords.
The undead did not scare Optimus even in their large numbers, it was their retreat that brought a edge of slight fear to him. Zombies, animated-skeletons, ghouls, and whatever other monstrosities that one could conjure up didn't retreat. They would continue fighting to they were no longer able to do so or their energies that binded them up-right and hollowly animated was destroyed. They felt no pain or fear and never tired and needed no nutrient's, though they could cannibalize from their fallen whether recently died or other wise, as Optimus had witnessed before. They were relentless and if they weren't dead; Optimus would call them stubborn and foolish.
Wanting to take in his surroundings, the Alpha barely had a chance to gain his barrings and a breath before something plowed into his left shoulder and impacting with his ribs. It was enough force to make him loose his breath for a moment.
It was a flash of dark gray and black that told him what was happening. Roaring in rage, irritation, and surprise, Prime adjusted his wings just in time to prevent his right one from being broken. Tumbling and some how fending off Megatron's several inch-long serrated teeth he rolled, wing-arms protesting, as he pushed the other dragon off.
Megatron snarled: "Prime!" bringing his back foot down on the other dragon's hip.
With a snarling growl in pain, Prime snapped his tail around with no true target in mind except to slice open whatever his tail could hit.
Jumping away in time Megatron felt the bladed tail nick his scales across his side and thigh sending shards of his armor plates flying. Other than that it was harmless but they just missed the thin scute* hide between his back knee and stomach. Rolling over giving himself a shake, Prime kept his head lowered to the ground, flames flickering from his mouth. He did not dare to rear back on his hind legs; it would expose his vulnerable lower underside to Megatron. It was the next best thing. Nor did he spare a glance at the hot blood trickling down from his back leg.
"You're the one who sicked these creatures on me, aren't you."
Lips curving upward, Megatron composed himself, head back showing his toothy sneer. Huffing; smoke rolling from his nostrils, Prime drew his own head back.
"Summoned them just for you, brother."
On the verge of a comeback, he paused. His anger didn't dissipate but he raised a brow as he watched the shadow's around Megatron's feet start to shift unnaturally and literally rise where they sat. He looked on in mild horror and disbelief as two charred skeleton's of deceased Wyvern's* rose from the Abyss of the shadows. Where their vital organs and throat use to be was only a oozing tar-like matter attached to the shadow's that were gradually taring away like soggy paper.
Their pit-less eyes just gazed at Optimus as if the abyss itself sat in them succeeding in unnerving the Prime.
"Those were just the greeting, these two are the gifts."
Optimus reared back to the side unconsciously as the two once serpent-like dragon skeleton's suddenly rushed forward at Megatron's silent command, finally taring from their shadow pools.
oOoOo
Blue Flame = hotter than an orange/yellow flame. Bunsen burner
Flame Thrower = basically what it says but not the device but like a human or (ex.) dragon whose surperior with fire.
Ghoul = basically a zombie just. . .not.
scute = like you find on a crocodile/aligator not a snake!
Wyvern = dragon/winged serpant-like creature you often see from medieval times pictures.
Rating: PG
'verse/series: AU
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Optimus Prime & Megatron
Summary: n/a
Notes: another short-y. Major notes at end. (*) Not beta'd.
As a dragon it was only natural that Optimus towered over all other creature's that were not dragons themselves, as well. The only entities taller than he was what came from nature or some buildings that the humans constructed. Those posed rare threats, if ever. Even some of the miniature dragons stood larger in height than some creature's like horses. And it so happened that, with the various species of dragon's that existed, he so happened to be a fairly large dragon compared to other's. But in large number's any small creature's could pose a threat when the came in the masses.
With a roar, blue flames* shot out between Optimus' open jaws and over his tongue. Like a Flame Thrower* he turned his head filling the air with the smell of ash and burning of the already decaying rank smell of flesh. Tail lashing, more than a dozen ragged zombies and skeletons went every which way, their limbs flailing uselessly. Clamping his mouth shut teeth still bared in a snarl, Prime whipped his thick tail back aground flicking a particularly stubborn ghoul* off like a irritating flea. Flickering hot blue amber's still dancing for escape between his teeth, Optimus stood on his hind legs, tail still whipping spasmodic-like, as he propelled out more of his blue-hot flame.
With more of their kind fizzling into nothing but ash drifting among the stench of decay and smolder the zombies and ghouls retreated back. Prime lowered himself, wings flared behind him to prevent any of these monster's to jump on them and tare the thin membrane with their filed fingers and swords.
The undead did not scare Optimus even in their large numbers, it was their retreat that brought a edge of slight fear to him. Zombies, animated-skeletons, ghouls, and whatever other monstrosities that one could conjure up didn't retreat. They would continue fighting to they were no longer able to do so or their energies that binded them up-right and hollowly animated was destroyed. They felt no pain or fear and never tired and needed no nutrient's, though they could cannibalize from their fallen whether recently died or other wise, as Optimus had witnessed before. They were relentless and if they weren't dead; Optimus would call them stubborn and foolish.
Wanting to take in his surroundings, the Alpha barely had a chance to gain his barrings and a breath before something plowed into his left shoulder and impacting with his ribs. It was enough force to make him loose his breath for a moment.
It was a flash of dark gray and black that told him what was happening. Roaring in rage, irritation, and surprise, Prime adjusted his wings just in time to prevent his right one from being broken. Tumbling and some how fending off Megatron's several inch-long serrated teeth he rolled, wing-arms protesting, as he pushed the other dragon off.
Megatron snarled: "Prime!" bringing his back foot down on the other dragon's hip.
With a snarling growl in pain, Prime snapped his tail around with no true target in mind except to slice open whatever his tail could hit.
Jumping away in time Megatron felt the bladed tail nick his scales across his side and thigh sending shards of his armor plates flying. Other than that it was harmless but they just missed the thin scute* hide between his back knee and stomach. Rolling over giving himself a shake, Prime kept his head lowered to the ground, flames flickering from his mouth. He did not dare to rear back on his hind legs; it would expose his vulnerable lower underside to Megatron. It was the next best thing. Nor did he spare a glance at the hot blood trickling down from his back leg.
"You're the one who sicked these creatures on me, aren't you."
Lips curving upward, Megatron composed himself, head back showing his toothy sneer. Huffing; smoke rolling from his nostrils, Prime drew his own head back.
"Summoned them just for you, brother."
On the verge of a comeback, he paused. His anger didn't dissipate but he raised a brow as he watched the shadow's around Megatron's feet start to shift unnaturally and literally rise where they sat. He looked on in mild horror and disbelief as two charred skeleton's of deceased Wyvern's* rose from the Abyss of the shadows. Where their vital organs and throat use to be was only a oozing tar-like matter attached to the shadow's that were gradually taring away like soggy paper.
Their pit-less eyes just gazed at Optimus as if the abyss itself sat in them succeeding in unnerving the Prime.
"Those were just the greeting, these two are the gifts."
Optimus reared back to the side unconsciously as the two once serpent-like dragon skeleton's suddenly rushed forward at Megatron's silent command, finally taring from their shadow pools.
oOoOo
Blue Flame = hotter than an orange/yellow flame. Bunsen burner
Flame Thrower = basically what it says but not the device but like a human or (ex.) dragon whose surperior with fire.
Ghoul = basically a zombie just. . .not.
scute = like you find on a crocodile/aligator not a snake!
Wyvern = dragon/winged serpant-like creature you often see from medieval times pictures.