05-16-2017, 08:35 AM
A couple day of rest later, Dawn woke up to Rogue’s slimy tongue. She slobbered all over the girl playfully wagging her tail furiously. The vigilante pushed the husky off of her body and rubbed her face unamused.
“Really, you little asshole?” said Dawn jokingly as she sat up on her bed somehow feeling a rush of cold air against her bare legs. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. “Fuck. we live in a volcano for Omni’s sake and it’s cold in here?” She mumbled getting out of bed and putting on some sweatpants and a tank top to replace the tube top she was wearing. She made her way over to her computer and slid up in her rollie-chair.
She started her day by watching a few silly videos of cats doing dumb shit, then turned her attention to the dataverse boards. She wanted to know what was going on in the world around her; perhaps she could find something to do to train. It was imperative for her to get stronger if she wanted to beat down Ghidorah and exact her revenge. She normally wasn’t a vengeful type, but something about the golden lizard made her want to get even. It was probably because of his ego. It pissed her off to no end.
Nothing on the boards really interested her, although there was mention of horrible forces in the Omniverse that threatened all primes and secondaries alike. While Dawn had a sense of right, she didn't think this was a job for her. No mention of reward and there were a lot of good willed primes in the Omniverse to handle the incursion. She turned to her dog, who was digging her face into the carpet of the room.
“Hey, Rogue, let's go kill something.” She said simply. The dog jumped up quickly and wagged her tail excitedly. Dawn grabbed her guns and strapped them onto her back in their respectful leather holsters. Her gauntlets snapped into place around her wrists where they belong. Satisfied with her equipment in place she opened the door to her room, allowing Rogue to come out with her and made her way to the mountain entrance.
“Run Epsilon, but stay close.” She said to her faithful hound who stuck close to her side, ready to bite the head off of anything foolish enough to approach her master. The two headed down the mountain path that lead to the entrance of the Ashen’s fortress. They were both eager to destroy something: A wyvern? Perhaps a basilisk? Maybe even a drake if it didn't pose much of a terrible threat?
Within an hour, they had found nothing but basilisks. The foes proved too unworthy to Dawn’s rifles, unfortunately, but sport was sport. She wanted a little more challenge; something to really get her adrenaline pumping, or worthy to train her in her quest to gain some more power. If she wanted to exact her vengeance upon the Golden Douchebag she would need to become stronger and few push up ain't gonna cut it.
More time passed, something around a half an hour and a strange occurrence decided to grace itself upon the Vigilante: A dead body. Unidentifiable to detail. It was charred and scorned to blackened skin. The only discernible detail about this body was that they were male - There were no tits.
“Hmm, poor bastard. Must have been caught by a drake unexpectedly.” She said crouching down beside him. She couldn't make out any features of the man’s charred face. Though, something did catch her eye: A silver ring with a blue signet as the centerpiece, completely unhindered and actually somewhat beautiful. The blue piece was a symbol carved into the ring with what looked like a sapphire jewel. “Shouldn't this ring have been destroyed? If the body is charred, the ring should have probably melted or look a little worse for wear.”
She couldn't tell why, but something compelled her to pick up the ring and keep it for herself. That didn't make much sense considering money wasn't much of a prize for prime. Omnilium maybe but you can harvest that from anything and a piece of silver is no more amazing than a lump of coal. Perhaps this was some kind of Ashen Artifact. Looting dead bodies wasn't exactly Dawn’s style, but this item was too intricate to leave. She attempted to slide the ring off of the man’s charred up ring finger to no avail. After a slight struggle, the man’s finger broke off completely, blood dripped out from his severed digit on both ends. That at least meant the body wasn't old, the only problem was is that a good or a bad thing?
“Really, you little asshole?” said Dawn jokingly as she sat up on her bed somehow feeling a rush of cold air against her bare legs. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. “Fuck. we live in a volcano for Omni’s sake and it’s cold in here?” She mumbled getting out of bed and putting on some sweatpants and a tank top to replace the tube top she was wearing. She made her way over to her computer and slid up in her rollie-chair.
She started her day by watching a few silly videos of cats doing dumb shit, then turned her attention to the dataverse boards. She wanted to know what was going on in the world around her; perhaps she could find something to do to train. It was imperative for her to get stronger if she wanted to beat down Ghidorah and exact her revenge. She normally wasn’t a vengeful type, but something about the golden lizard made her want to get even. It was probably because of his ego. It pissed her off to no end.
Nothing on the boards really interested her, although there was mention of horrible forces in the Omniverse that threatened all primes and secondaries alike. While Dawn had a sense of right, she didn't think this was a job for her. No mention of reward and there were a lot of good willed primes in the Omniverse to handle the incursion. She turned to her dog, who was digging her face into the carpet of the room.
“Hey, Rogue, let's go kill something.” She said simply. The dog jumped up quickly and wagged her tail excitedly. Dawn grabbed her guns and strapped them onto her back in their respectful leather holsters. Her gauntlets snapped into place around her wrists where they belong. Satisfied with her equipment in place she opened the door to her room, allowing Rogue to come out with her and made her way to the mountain entrance.
“Run Epsilon, but stay close.” She said to her faithful hound who stuck close to her side, ready to bite the head off of anything foolish enough to approach her master. The two headed down the mountain path that lead to the entrance of the Ashen’s fortress. They were both eager to destroy something: A wyvern? Perhaps a basilisk? Maybe even a drake if it didn't pose much of a terrible threat?
Within an hour, they had found nothing but basilisks. The foes proved too unworthy to Dawn’s rifles, unfortunately, but sport was sport. She wanted a little more challenge; something to really get her adrenaline pumping, or worthy to train her in her quest to gain some more power. If she wanted to exact her vengeance upon the Golden Douchebag she would need to become stronger and few push up ain't gonna cut it.
More time passed, something around a half an hour and a strange occurrence decided to grace itself upon the Vigilante: A dead body. Unidentifiable to detail. It was charred and scorned to blackened skin. The only discernible detail about this body was that they were male - There were no tits.
“Hmm, poor bastard. Must have been caught by a drake unexpectedly.” She said crouching down beside him. She couldn't make out any features of the man’s charred face. Though, something did catch her eye: A silver ring with a blue signet as the centerpiece, completely unhindered and actually somewhat beautiful. The blue piece was a symbol carved into the ring with what looked like a sapphire jewel. “Shouldn't this ring have been destroyed? If the body is charred, the ring should have probably melted or look a little worse for wear.”
She couldn't tell why, but something compelled her to pick up the ring and keep it for herself. That didn't make much sense considering money wasn't much of a prize for prime. Omnilium maybe but you can harvest that from anything and a piece of silver is no more amazing than a lump of coal. Perhaps this was some kind of Ashen Artifact. Looting dead bodies wasn't exactly Dawn’s style, but this item was too intricate to leave. She attempted to slide the ring off of the man’s charred up ring finger to no avail. After a slight struggle, the man’s finger broke off completely, blood dripped out from his severed digit on both ends. That at least meant the body wasn't old, the only problem was is that a good or a bad thing?
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