The Transformation

[brandon]

It had begun in the castle, Now two nights later he was at the top most spire of gm castle clinging to the roof with dragonic claws.. eventhough he was in human form... He clung silently and nearly undetectable by eyes. He watched all the going on's on the ground below.. even though it was night and he was very high up He could see everything as clearly as if he were standing on the ground himself... He closed his eyes and smiled eerily as the voice of the phoenix whispered into his mind.. He nodded slowly agreeing with a voice only he could hear... The merger was taking longer than he anticipated and he had to admit the frustration was beginning to take it's toll. He opened his eyes again and resumed his visual sweep of GM, Many things had changed since he left here more than a decade ago. All over signs of restoration were visible from gardens being tended to castle walls being cleaned to walls and fences being repaired.. Yes perhaps GM would be as great as it once was.. and perhaps it would be better.. and than again perhaps it would not.. One can never tell, The voice whispered to him internally again and he shuddered as it's warmth spilled over his form like rolling water. Yes He liked the way this new power felt.. But he liked even more the freedom the phoenix allowed him to feel in weilding it.. He was no longer chained down by his bothersome sence of honor and respect for those who were weaker than him. In this world it was survival of the fittest. This made him smile more. His superiority gave him pleasure he was on the top together the two of them once the merger was complete would be unstoppable.. and once his vengance on the putrid orc hord and their pampus leader was complete.. the world would soon than recognize a new super power as he blazed a firey trail across the heavens the people would tremble.. And he would take what was his and no more have to fear loss or defeat.. Ah yes the phoenix was right it would be a sweet victory with many losses but from the ashes would rise new stronger and much more powerful beings... Ones that would bow to him and him only... Than with that he lept from his perch and rocketed off into the night leaving a blazing trail of fire that burned his arrival to the world and marked his path to the new world that would soon come about

[brandon]

He was becoming increasingly frustrated.. the merger was taking far longer than he had previously anticipated.. He needed it to be completely so that he could have total use of this bodies abilities.. along with his own he would be unstoppable... he looked around at his surrondings and it disgusted him... All of the lesser beings running to and fro like mindless insects from one side of this useless kingdom to another He chuckled within mostly in pitty for golden Myst.. This place would have to be retooled most of it's inhabitants wiped away so that it could fit in his new world.. The dutchess Lina showed some potential... she might fit in as his servant if not than she was expendable Most of the others that he had met so far were arrogant at most with little to back it up... Ah how he trembled with joy at the thought of their agonizing screams of pain and suffering as he demonstrated his limitless power and destroyed them... He took mental note and thought of two others that he may wish to keep around... This tempest woman.. she was strong of will.. An important feature he could see her having a place in the new way.. And the lady desari though she seemed to be seceptable to her emotions she still was strong he would have to train her but she would have her uses.. The time was drawing near. the old host of this frail body was almost erased soon he would be domonant over this form and the mind and powers within.. Than the world would discover a new way and those who were worthy would be spared and aloud to live to worship him.... the others.. fertilizer ash fodder he cared not but death was their future... He looked back at GM's quaint little castle and frowned.. that would have to go and a new dwelling would be put in it's place one that would be a fitting monument to his power, grace and superiority.. ah soon very soon.. his form trembled with excitement the smell of blood death and sacrament already teased his sences

[Gelina Grey]

Sitting alone in the library, her sanctuary of sorts, she goes over some paperwork for the kingdom. It was getting late, but she had no concept of time when it came to the kingdom. She was putting her all into it. She wanted Nicho to be proud. The thought of that made her smile a little as she signs her name to a piece of parchment. Taking a deep breath, she looks up at the vast library realizing that it was so quiet she could hear a pin drop.

Raking her left hand through those long firey tresses, she grabs up the quill and begins to write again. Just as some of that hair was falling back into her eyes, she feels it. A disturbance. A shift so to speak, within the kingdom. Having that little bit of druid in her she was still connected to her surroundings. Being the Goddess of Dragons, she was connected to all the dragons. Being Gelina, she was connected to everyone in the kingdom in one way or another.

In that moment, her head snaps up and the quill drops from her fingers onto the parchment, leaving drops of ink here and there, ruining what she was working on. As she begins to stand from her chair to go and find where or who this was coming from, she's hit with images and the sounds of screaming that rock her, knocking her back into her chair, hands grabbing at her head to cover her ears against the screams, eyes tightly closed to block the images. Of course it didn't work. Then she knew. She was seeing and hearing what he was thinking. In a panic, she hurdles the desk and bolts for the library door. Throwing it open, she runs down the long corridor to the foyer, bursting through the front doors of the castle and out into the courtyard. "BRANDON!!"

[brandon]

He silently cursed himself as he stood silently in the garden a look of disgust on his face at his surrondings... He had underestimated this lesser being Gelina.. If she would pledge herself to him she would be a terrific servant.. if not he would have to be rid of her soon less she ruined his plans... there was a connection between her and the former host of this form... One that could not be ignored.. No matter the Brandon that was had been defeated on his own grounds and now the phoenix was dominant over this body and all it's wonderful powers... He closed his eyes and smiled as he slammed down his psychic walls and at the same time sending out a massive shock wave or psychic backlash that would not be fatal but may cause a small brain hemorage and lots of pain... he than waited silently for her arrival as the merger was finaly complete and he finaly assumed control over this form.. he shuddered silently as the man known as Brandon let out one last internal scream and his soul was shattered and destroyed leaving only the Phoenix.. His eyes blazed and his body began to smoke and with a mere half of a thought the beautiful rose bushes before him exploded into white hot flames that spiraled up into the skys and threatened to torch the heavens... Yes they would be coming soon and his form grew tight with anticipation... they would come.. GM's bravest and one by one they would be spread out as ashes.. cast into the winds scattered, lost and forgotten. Than he would burn his way across the lands and the world would tremble before the unstoppable power of the phoenix..... This thought pleased him.[/color]

[Gelina Grey]

After she calls his name, she waits and listens. Green eyes begin to glow as she scans the fields and the forest. The images and screams in her mind seemed to cease for a moment. Then in the next moment, she was knocked off her feet and throw back-wards. If anyone had seen it, it would have looked like someone invisible had just clocked her a good one and sent her flying. But she knew it was a burst of energy. Very powerful energy. When she hit, she landed on the front steps of the castle. Her back slamming into the stone, her head rocking back into one of the steps with the force at which she was thrown. She lay there groaning, trying to sit up with probably the worst headache she's ever had in her life. Reaching to the back of her head, she felt where her head hit. When she looks at her hand, her fingers are covered in blood.

Growling, she moves to stand up, that was when she heard the final scream. It was something that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life. The sound of Brandon being taken. Now she understood as that sound made her stumble, along with the concussion that she probably has now.

He may have blocked her off for now, but there must still have been a small part of Brandon's soul that couldn't be touched. Her. All she had to do was pinpoint that part of his soul and find the phoenix she would. There are just some bonds you can't break apart. After getting to her feet again, she looks around. Calling for Brandon would be stupid at this point because it wasn't him she was looking for. She was looking for something darker. Something that Brandon was not.

Looking back over her shoulder, she sees the path that leads around the west side of the castle. She thinks for a moment, then turns and follows the path around the stone walls until she finds herself standing at the gate that swings open into the garden.
She pushes it open, the hinges squeaking just enough to get his attention. Now all she had to do, was focus, because this was not her Brandon she was dealing with here. It was something entirely different. And she had absolutely no idea what to expect from this point on.

Once in the garden, she looks around, knowing he's here, feeling he's here. "I know you're here. Come out and show yourself. I'm the one you have been waiting for. Now I'm here." Her voice was calm and low, almost stern. She fell silent standing in the middle of the gardens ....waiting for an answer.

[brandon]

Answer she wanted answer she got.. but it was not verbal but telepathic.. not a gentle carress of the mind that usually accompanied his communication but harsh equivalent to the talons of an eagle ripping into her mind and tearing away flesh.. ~Grand Dutchess welcome~ He seemed to melt to existance from the shadows the rose bushes still burning bright and hot several feet away.. He approached her his form charged to what appeared to be the brink of destruction his eyes seemed sunken in as he approached her than stopped a few feet away "I am happy to see you. I have an offer for you.. as a lesser being you would be wise to take the offer lest you face the consiquences" He crossed his arms over his chest.. His eyes began to charge and build up preparing for a fight if it was deemed appropriate "As my servant you will be rewarded with your life... I will make this offer only once" He glared at her his body now so charged she could feel it in her skin... [/color][/b]

[Gelina Grey]

Well now isn't he a sight. Hmm, let's think, what was the last thing that frightened her. Ohhh, nothing. She too stood her ground, crossing her arm, green eyes now glowing with anger that this entity had taken her Brandon from her.

"Let me live?" She bursts into laughter. "I guess Brandon didn't inform you about the part where I am immortal." She continues laughing for a moment then calms down and looks back up at him again.

"You know... " Lifting her hand and pointing at his face. "...they have salve that." She couldn't help it. Being a smartass was in her nature, she just never really let it out very much.

"So, tell me, what would this offer you have me entail. Washing your feet? Feeding you grapes? Because I don't do either. And as for you thinking I am a lessor being than you, you might want to recheck your research. I am much more than what you see or whatever it is you think you know about me. So with that said, let's try this again. How about you stay the hell out of my head, give me Brandon back, and I won't kill you. Deal?"

Oh yes, she was serious. It may not have sounded like it in her tone, but she couldn't be more serious than she was right now. As for the fire and the heat? Wouldn't bother her in the least. She is a Mistress of Fire, one that has control over the element, not to mention that she is a red fire dragon. Sheesh! Did this demon do his homework? Either that, or Brandon locked up anything he knew of Gelina to keep her safe. That would make more sense.

All of this running through her mind within seconds, as she continues to stand there, face to face with this melting, grotesque being in the garden. For a second, she looks past him and sees the rose bushes burning. A low growl then she looks back at him again. Ohh, now she was pissed. Those were Nicho and Solace's rose bushes.

She takes a step closer to him, reaching to grab his burning, melting cloak, jerking him down to her level, speaking to him through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to tell you this once and only once. I am the last person you want to fuck with. Let go of this shell and give me my Brandon back. If you insist on pushing this to the end, you will find yourself on the underside of the flowerbeds." She could feel the fire and heat when she was holding his cloak, but there was no pain, and no damage. She absorbed the fire and heat. After giving him a sarcastic charming smile, she let's him go and backs up a couple of steps, crossing her arms again. "I hope I made myself clear. Now give him back."

Nope, she wasn't kidding. And if she was going to have to fight him, so be it.

[Sanguine Claws]

Now there was always a certain shadow not far from Lina, allowing her space which meant she went on patrol of the kingdom's boarders to erradicate trolls and orcs from becoming too dangerous. The horse sized wolf moved with ease, simply a shadow as the black pelt merged with the shades around but the golden eyes which held strength and wisdom kept fully upon Lina.

Now this was her heart of hearts, and Riley Sanguine Claws O'Connor would let no man do anything to Lina without both their consent. Did Brandon really think himself so high and mighty that he could succeed without a battle?

She lately had not left Lina's sanctuary, keeping outside but a very keen sense on where the woman was if mentally closed out the scent could not be lost as the fiery goddess moved. On those massive black paws touched the ground stalking behind Lina, keeping herself silent and out of sight for now but lips curled flashing the long white fangs at Brandon.

Canine instincts were inhuman, vibes, smell of lies and deceit made her more different and harder to control. But she wasn't going to act like those males before in Lina's life; because she wasn't a male. Simply watching the confrontation happen but to Lina she always made her presence known letting her wolf spirit go out to wrap around her like a blanket of security and warmth always loose but steady; if Lina wanted her she had but to say the word.

The lupine born irish ronin let nothing go unnoticed but always relax and ready to spring into action of a born killer.

[brandon]

He knew very well of the mutt hiding in the shadows. He was not worried. But Lina, she was his attention. "Ah Yes, Brandon would hide your secrets from me, a pity" Then with that he grabbed ahold of thier link and locked onto her mind and gripped it like a vice, squeezing her to the brink of unconsciousness, but not quite. He wanted her awake for this education. Her form went taunt as he seized control of her body, then with a blink, she was lifted into the air and jerked to within inches of his face. "Brandon is dead. There is nothing you can do to bring him back." Then with that he commanded her with a flick of his finger and she was sent hurdling through the wall of the garden and sent sliding several yards across the grounds before coming to a rest.

[Sanguine Claws]

Sharp growl was given in the male's direction as hackles raised and fur bristled a bit but she knew Lina would not be brought down by such a simple thing and a barking laughter. Turning to walk slow, coming to pause at Lina's side where she landed cold nose touched her neck and tongue licked her cheek with a nuzzle given.

"Time te get up love, and kick some arse."

That was all Riley said and then stepped back to allow Lina to do as she pleased.