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exsilium2013-02-18 10:55 pm
explodewiththerage) wrote in exsilium2013-02-18 10:55 pm
[Action + Video] [Backdated to Feb 17th] Never. Mess. with a dragon's treasure. EVER
[His eyes are concealed behind his bangs as he walks away from her room in the infirmary. That jovial, carefree air around him is completely and utterly gone. There is no warmth to be found around him. Even though he is the child of the Firedragon Igneel, the air around him could not be any colder. People shy away from him on instinct even as he makes his way down the street. This isn't right. Nothing is right. He can still feel her hands in his own, feel the lack of strength within. Her weak voice grating on his ears making his teeth grind in outrage. Someone, some wretch reduced her to that.]
[He arrives at the housing facility and looks upwards towards his destination. His eyes are still completely obscured from sight but his fangs bare in a snarl. It's harder to contain. No it's impossible. Lucy is meant to be happy, weird and easy to anger to the point of kicking or punching. Not lying in a bed thinking how weak she was for allowing it all to happen to her. She is not weak. Anyone who dares say that he will weld their mouth shut with his flames if he has to.]
[He climbs up using the steps, ascending slowly as his mind churns away with unrelenting ferocity. Again. She got hurt again and he did nothing to stop it. First Minerva. At that time he'd been held back by the rules and the sake of the guild and all the work they'd put into the tournament. ]
[The door to the rooftop of the facility is thrown open with little mercy and Natsu steps up into the open. The flat rooftop is his only witness. Guilt and wrath battle inside him. First time could be excused if he wanted to. But this time. This time the only thing that was in his way was his own damn selfishness. He should have checked on her. Should have realized something was off when she never made it to the training session with Erza. Yet he didn't. Because he'd been afraid. Afraid of something he had no idea of comprehending but compared to what has happened it all looks so trivial. A warped smile stretches across his lips and it quickly turns into an all out snarl. Flames explode around his body violently. The air rumbles as the magical power accumulates around him.]
[His breathing grows erratic and more feral than human. The flames even seem to reflect that around him as they start taking the vague silhouette of a Dragon lashing out at the world around. But no. The world isn't to blame. There are only two people to blame. Himself and the bastard whose scent is so deeply ingrained in his mind nothing could ever erase it. The scent of blood and death. Just remembering it causes the flames to fan out more. ]
[However the rumbling only gets louder as electricity begins to wound lovingly around the furious flames. Feeding them and making them glow brighter and brighter. Anyone above the level of the building would probably see the lightshow. He is the flame. The anger, the disgust, the outrage. He becomes it. He turns his head to the sky.
Much like the lightning now fused with his flames, the beam of enormous swirling energy is first seen before the bustle of the city is completely shattered by a roar that fans out across the entire city. A roar that is most definitely akin to that of a raging dragon. To those from his world, they will probably remember a similar incident during the incident with the walking city of Nirvana or more recently Acnologia's attack on the island of Tenrou. The wordless declaration of wrath and vengeance continues for as long as that enormous beam still pierces the sky. But it subsides after a while.]
[However the peace is broken again as the network explodes into life showing Natsu still wreathed in flames and lightning. His face a mask of pure fury with flames blazing within his onyx eyes and even inside his mouth as he speaks. ]
Did you get my invitation you bastard? Oh I know you did. Unless you're blind as well as brain dead. Did you really think you could just eat and run? Come and pay the price, you worthless piece of shit of a leech! If you've got any guts that aren't rotted over inside that stinkin belly of yours, you'll come to where that beam just punched the sky.
[The flames and lightning billow outwards more fiercely the angrier he becomes but they settle down again as his voice lowers]
Or don't. Either way the ending's the same. I'll still track you down, then make you cough up every last drop of blood you took from her.
[And to elaborate his point he brings his gauntletted fist in front of the camera. To those who have seen Natsu use it before, they would know that until that day, his hands could not ignite while wearing his choice of weapon. However that no longer seems to be the case. The glowing pyres in Natsu's eyes are reflected in the weapons own miniature dragon head and its jaw is now opened with a red hot flame dancing in its mouth. A flame that is clearly wrapped around both of his fists now.]
I've given you a last chance you don't deserve. Take it or say your prayers. Because I'm coming for you.
[Suddenly Natsu holds his fist to the side and the viewers can see the flames around said fist forming into a very distinct shape, a snarling snapping Dragon's head made entirely of fire. Without warning, Natsu punches at the screen and the last thing anyone can see is the gaping firey maw of his attack. Nothing but static and then silence follows.]
[He arrives at the housing facility and looks upwards towards his destination. His eyes are still completely obscured from sight but his fangs bare in a snarl. It's harder to contain. No it's impossible. Lucy is meant to be happy, weird and easy to anger to the point of kicking or punching. Not lying in a bed thinking how weak she was for allowing it all to happen to her. She is not weak. Anyone who dares say that he will weld their mouth shut with his flames if he has to.]
[He climbs up using the steps, ascending slowly as his mind churns away with unrelenting ferocity. Again. She got hurt again and he did nothing to stop it. First Minerva. At that time he'd been held back by the rules and the sake of the guild and all the work they'd put into the tournament. ]
[The door to the rooftop of the facility is thrown open with little mercy and Natsu steps up into the open. The flat rooftop is his only witness. Guilt and wrath battle inside him. First time could be excused if he wanted to. But this time. This time the only thing that was in his way was his own damn selfishness. He should have checked on her. Should have realized something was off when she never made it to the training session with Erza. Yet he didn't. Because he'd been afraid. Afraid of something he had no idea of comprehending but compared to what has happened it all looks so trivial. A warped smile stretches across his lips and it quickly turns into an all out snarl. Flames explode around his body violently. The air rumbles as the magical power accumulates around him.]
[His breathing grows erratic and more feral than human. The flames even seem to reflect that around him as they start taking the vague silhouette of a Dragon lashing out at the world around. But no. The world isn't to blame. There are only two people to blame. Himself and the bastard whose scent is so deeply ingrained in his mind nothing could ever erase it. The scent of blood and death. Just remembering it causes the flames to fan out more. ]
[However the rumbling only gets louder as electricity begins to wound lovingly around the furious flames. Feeding them and making them glow brighter and brighter. Anyone above the level of the building would probably see the lightshow. He is the flame. The anger, the disgust, the outrage. He becomes it. He turns his head to the sky.
Much like the lightning now fused with his flames, the beam of enormous swirling energy is first seen before the bustle of the city is completely shattered by a roar that fans out across the entire city. A roar that is most definitely akin to that of a raging dragon. To those from his world, they will probably remember a similar incident during the incident with the walking city of Nirvana or more recently Acnologia's attack on the island of Tenrou. The wordless declaration of wrath and vengeance continues for as long as that enormous beam still pierces the sky. But it subsides after a while.]
[However the peace is broken again as the network explodes into life showing Natsu still wreathed in flames and lightning. His face a mask of pure fury with flames blazing within his onyx eyes and even inside his mouth as he speaks. ]
Did you get my invitation you bastard? Oh I know you did. Unless you're blind as well as brain dead. Did you really think you could just eat and run? Come and pay the price, you worthless piece of shit of a leech! If you've got any guts that aren't rotted over inside that stinkin belly of yours, you'll come to where that beam just punched the sky.
[The flames and lightning billow outwards more fiercely the angrier he becomes but they settle down again as his voice lowers]
Or don't. Either way the ending's the same. I'll still track you down, then make you cough up every last drop of blood you took from her.
[And to elaborate his point he brings his gauntletted fist in front of the camera. To those who have seen Natsu use it before, they would know that until that day, his hands could not ignite while wearing his choice of weapon. However that no longer seems to be the case. The glowing pyres in Natsu's eyes are reflected in the weapons own miniature dragon head and its jaw is now opened with a red hot flame dancing in its mouth. A flame that is clearly wrapped around both of his fists now.]
I've given you a last chance you don't deserve. Take it or say your prayers. Because I'm coming for you.
[Suddenly Natsu holds his fist to the side and the viewers can see the flames around said fist forming into a very distinct shape, a snarling snapping Dragon's head made entirely of fire. Without warning, Natsu punches at the screen and the last thing anyone can see is the gaping firey maw of his attack. Nothing but static and then silence follows.]
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[Naturally it's never going to happen since the scent he is after doesn't belong to Clive