Wandering the streets

Gnarus swam in the warm waters just off the docks of Nazca. The dragon wasn't particularly trying to attract attention, which he would have had he taken flight or stomped across the ground. However, the being stopped as saw out of the corner of his large eye a human get stabbed.

The knife slid up his back and directly through his heart, killing him in mere moments. The one who had done this, apparently disliked him, though wasn't man enough to try that head-first. Gnarus wouldn't have that.

The dragon flew up out of the water and landed on top of the murderer, biting his back and ripping off a chunk of shoulder flesh. He wasn't going to kill the human, just show it what pain was before he went on his way. The man screamed in terror, and as soon as the dragon had lifted it's arm off of him, he fled screaming. Now that the attacker was dealt with, the victim could be saved.

Gnarus walked closer to the human, nudging it slightly. It became quite apparent that he was dead. The mythical beast gave a great sigh, and opened it's jaw to breathe life into the dead. The white mist flowed slowly from the creature's muzzle, flying in through the nostrils of the human's body. At first, nothing happened. But then, the wounds on his back closed and the heart within the body began to beat slowly, and then up to a normal pace.

Jim felt the knife entering his flesh, slowly and cold as ice it bit through his heart, and he felt every single muscle tear appart. He couldn't scream, as he felt his soul passing by him, last touch by the body. It was all so painfull, and then it was all so painless. Jim's last moments of life were quiet and placid, no pain and no hate. He fell down to the ground, his eyes closed, he himself - dead.

There was mist then, and he couldn't believe his own eyes when he opened them, and saw something he only saw once in his life. It's white pale skin was cool and tight, it's breath was filled up with life, almost as if the creature gave Jim's life back. He was to weak to speak, but barely replied in a soft, dark voice he ususally had, whispering.

"A dragon....."-he whispered, looking at the creature and smiling."What happemed?". he seemed to be stunned and paralyzed but yet, happy for him to be alive once again.

Gnarus lifted his left wing which was obstructing the risen man's view of the assailant's retreat, it's large eyes blinking slowly. The dragon nudged the human and motioned towards the ground, where the human's blood lay drying now. It couldn't speak, though it felt that the message conveyed was enough of an answer to the human's question.

He huffed loudly, heavily, more of the transparent white mist creeping out of his lungs and surrounding the human. The mist was both used for reviving, and soothing the soul.

Jim now saw the scene and realised that he has been killed and brought back to life. He didn't understand though, why did the dragon save him or what for. He felt a little shattered and could still feel the pain of the wounds, but they were not there.

"Who are you?"-Jim whispered into the dragons mind. Behind them, there were screams and thugs shouting, probably trying to kill them for their friend.

Ferocitergnarus, the Dragon thought, hoping the human heard his thoughts,but you, psychic, may call me Gnarus.

The white dragon watched the humans approach, swords and spears in hand. He roared at them, stopping them dead in their tracks for a moment as he bared his teeth at them. They were silent, mouths agape for a moment at the sight of a dragon, but soon found themselves and came back on the attack again.

Gnarus huffed loudly, though this time there was no mist to be found on his breath. He flapped his wings and thrust himself into the air, for a moment appearing as if he was going to leave the human behind. He flew upwards until he was barely visible, and then dive-bombed towards the earth. Again, the humans below stopped and gripped their weapons, prepared to strike as soon as the creature grew nearer.

Gnarus grabbed 4 of them in his arge 4-fingered talons, and before they had much time to strike him then he dropped them promptly into the sea. He dropped back down in front of the human he had saved, winking at him once and roaring again at the approaching fighters.

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Okay so...


Jim knew he couldn't stand a chance against the urban men just by himself, and there was no time to waste too. He quickly hopped onto the white dragon's back and took out his sword in one hand, the other hand ready to strike psychic. Some men tried to jump on the dragon, two of them with daggers. Jim concentrated on his enemies and then put forth his hand. The two were hit by energy and then fell down on the ground, unconcious. The others were already coming closer, four with big axes, and the other three stayed at the back, with large bow arrows, awaiting for the attack.

Jim's attention took over another fighter, yet looked like them, most probably their captain. He had two long, iron-rusted swords and looked like someone he met a long time ago, who was already dead, by the hands of the only know as Drake. His beard was long and red, and the rest of his body was all covered in chains.
"Barbarians..."-Jim thought and then looked at the dragon.
"Let's get them?"-he whispered into the dragons mind and ready for attack.

((OOC: For the record, unless it's an undead from Ezekiel it wouldn't be up adn walking again... Drake kills things, they usually stay dead, lol))

I have a better idea Gnarus thought, flapping his wings slowly, the sheer force of the beating lifting him off the ground without even the need for him to kick off. Once airborne, he made sure to roll out of hte way of oncoming arrows, and ripped a lamppost from the ground with his hind claws. Without even bothering to beat his wings faster to compensate for the newly added weight, Gnarus glided towards the captain, dropping the metal bar with deft timing.

Without bothering to look back, Gnarus sped onwards as he heard a familiar sound. It was a loud, high pitched sonorous whistle, that few more than Gnarus could hear. He sped towards the source of the call, knowing instantly that it would be Ugii. A loud clank was heard in the background as the bar collided with the captain's skull, killing him once more as it split the thing in two.

Gnarus flew to the tavern where Ugii was situated, and lifted his front side, encouraging the human riding him to dismount.

We go inside and talk to the lizardman who is there. Gnarus thought, his thought more like a scream to the psychic as he tried to overcompensate for not knowing whether the psychic heard him or not.

Jim was amazed yet, exited as the dragon mastered his killing skills in front of him. He knew that the dragon was wanting him to meet someone else, yet he decided to end the leader's fate today, but the dragon managed to do it before him.

They were now enclosing somewhere else, inclosing to a human lizard he thought he knew...