Written and created by Dragon ( and godzilla that lazy... oops hes still here. oww.)
How weak do you think I am?
The planet was extremely peaceful. Enormous pink and red flowers surrounded the forest clearing. Enormous trees in colors ranging from brown, green, to purple surrounded the open area. Everything there would seem perfect, except that the entire three hundred foot around expanse of grass was completely covered in dry brush, torn up trees, and branches of varying sizes, for it was the nest of a truly amazing creature.
Sitting in the center was an enormous beast, curled up and asleep. She was twenty feet tall and thirty feet long from nose to tail, with almost unnoticeable spines going down her back. Her tail had an enormous brown club at the end. Currently it looked just as that, a club, but if she were in combat, spikes the size of a man's torso could shoot out. She had seven horns surrounding her head, two large and curved ones on each side above her ear, two medium and curved ones pointing upwards behind her ears, and two small ones sticking out from the top of her jaw, also pointing up. The seventh horn was at the top of her head between the two large ones, also medium in size, it pointed down her back. Each one of her magnificent horns was a bright pink.
Surrounding her were the bones of the prey that couldn't escape her mighty claws, teeth, and flames. There were even bones bigger than she was, the skulls of Plexarians,the tails of Scorpixes, and many more random bits and pieces of various animals, seemingly impossible creatures to take down, but she was born with an ability to grow to at least one hundred feet to capture the large beings on this planet. A small rustle sounded in the forest behind her, her ears perked up, but she didn't bother to so much as sit up
“Draconovor, now is the day that I call upon you for help.”The Dragon lifted her head and looked over to the man who had disturbed her rest.
“Huntsman,” she sent,”Why have you awakened me? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep.”
“I think you'll be interested in this.” he replied.
“You'd hope so.” she sent, showing the spikes from her tail.
“Well, isn't somebody in a killing mood? Maby you should hear my offer first.”
The dragon looked the hunter over, trying to find his intentions without barging into his mind. Searching through other creature's heads tended to give them the urge to throw up. Just communicating through thought waves seemed to shock them the first time around. Always thought that they were going insane. Eventually she closed her eyes and laid her head back down. “Fine,” she sent,”Continue.”
The hunter smiled,”You see, draconovor,”he continued. “I know the location of an ancient artifact, perhaps you've heard of it...” She opened her eye a bit, but almost immediately shut it. What could he even possibly have that she couldn't get on her own? He finished his sentence with, “the Terragiax.”
Her eyes snapped open and went into slits. Had she heard correctly? He said the Terragiax, plain as day. She stood up and put her head down in front of him to where their eyes were almost level.”You're lying you pathetic spec of dust!” she sent while growling at him.
“Well, your scales aren't saying so.” The Draconovor looked at her wings, it was true, she was still as pure white as snow.
“Well... that doesn't mean anything, I mean, if you say it in a way where it's a lie, but it's technically not a lie...”
“Then search my head if you don't believe me. I'm telling the truth.” Her enormous pink eyes looked over at him, she went into his mind and sifted through his memories, from the look on his face, she could tell he was getting sick to his stomach, but then she saw it, the Terragiax, just like the pictures she had seen in some of the books she had read growing up. She pulled herself out of his mind, he still doubled over and ditched yesterday's dinner.
The dragon got on her hind legs and tail and looked him over once again, searching for his intentions, her pink eyes attempting to pry open his very being, but once again she gave up and asked,”And why on Vexin, would you tell me this information, huntsman?”
The hunter suddenly dropped his cocky attitude (at least a little bit) and solemnly stated,”Because not even I could break in, and you happen to know how good I am when it comes to breaking and entering. You, being one of the strongest species in the known universe, could easily overpower the guards and destroy the containment center. It will be very difficult, this place is Fort Knox times ten. If you were able to obtain the kind of power that the Terragiax holds, we could become invincible, we could control the galaxy together.”
The draconovor's ears perked up a little at the word “together.” That actually sounded hilarious! Why should she trust a human to treat her as an equal? She would most likely end up as his personal pet given the chance. Of course that would never happen, he would have to be stronger than she was. Her lips curled up into a grin and she mischievously looked over to him. “And what,” she asked, “is keeping me from using this power for myself after you direct me to it?”
The hunter's eyes narrowed. “The fact that at any time I could give away your location, no matter where you are, and imagine how many people would want to know the location of a legendary draconovor.”
The dragon's ears went down and she looked to the ground as she remembered the tracking device she accidentally built into herself when she was younger. “Alright...” she sent.
The hunter smiled. “That's a good girl.”
The dragon got on her belly and turned her head away from him, she sighed into her wing. After a moment, she asked, “So... where is the legendary weapon?”
The huntsman smiled as he said, “A planet you've been to before...”
Please not Hydrus, please not Hydrus...She thought. Not Hydrus, never again, please...
“Earth.” The dragon released a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. The hunter looked confused. “Is something wrong lizard?”
“No.” she replied, “And don't call me lizard. I don't call you ape.”
“My apologies. Now, will you be needing transportation to-”
“No.” She sent. “I can get there on my own. It's only about a two hour trip, and I can hold my breath for five hours.”
The huntsman looked her over. She had clearly gone insane from being alone and killing innocent Plexarians for ten years, assuming she got her birth date correct. “You do realize that you are implying that you can fly through the cold vacuum of space for two hours straight? You're saying that you won't implode, have your eyes ripped out, or at the very least suffocate? Not to mention space debris that could take out class five battle ships on certain occasions. You're saying you'll be just fine traveling at speeds over those of light?”
She looked up at the sky in thought for a minute, then turned to the huntsman and smiled. “Yup, pretty much.”
The man shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. It's your funeral if something goes wrong. You'll need a disguise, though. The people of Earth won't exactly just ignore an animal that resembles a dragon so closely. The second you get there, the government would have to cover up the fact that a fantastical monster was there, and then the Astrics would have to either put you into some cage somewhere when they found out why you came to Earth, or send you back into space if you're there for peaceful reasons- which you're not, by the way- and neither of us want either of those things to happen. Not to mention that there will be Animal Rights activists and nerds running from their mother's basements as far as the eye can see.”
The draconovor got up. “Okay.” She sent. “What kind of disguise do you have?”
The hunter pulled out a small device. It seemed similar to something she saw humans talk into when she was a prisoner. What did the crew on board call it? A Cell-ma-whatsit? Except that it had more complex looking buttons and controls, plus there was a strange kind of small funnel sticking out of it. Possibly to amplify whatever it was made for.
“This is what we will use for your disguise.”
“A uh... what is that?” she sent
“It's just a simple device that projects an object onto another and makes it change into whatever you need. It doesn't really change the abilities of the object, but it is pretty helpful for tricking the eye. I figured if you could adapt this to yourself you would be able to get around Earth a lot easier, in fact you could probably get around any planet easier.” He threw the device to her and she caught it in her mouth. She then immediately ate it. The one reason that draconovores are so powerful and legendary, is that they can adapt to anything, given that something already exists that can do the same thing. When they need an adaptation to fit their environment, they had to find something that could already do what they want to do, be it living or not, and then all they have to do is eat it and gain its power. They can literally do anything that is possible to do. After a second or two the hunter asked,”So are you ready to use the disguise?”
The draconovor sent,”I think so, here, let me try it.” She closed her eyes and flashed white, her silhouette quickly turned to that of the huntsman, when the flash cleared, she looked down at her hands. No claws, no scales. “Well,” she concluded, “it works.”
“Not quite...” He looked at her strangely. “Your eyes... their still pink. It's probably because it was such a low tech version... Try changing into something else. Something with a more similar structure to yours... A dravian perhaps.”
The draconovor tried to remember what a Dravian looked like... Sort of like a mixture between a Draconovor and a Human... She thought of how useful it would be to actually turn into one, that way she could use her normal abilities without having to draw as much attention to herself. In her head, she started mixing together facial features and bone structures. After a minute or two she settled on what she would look like and turned into her. She turned out to have a pretty slim structure, two horns where her long horns would have been, but with less of a curve in them. She had a long, sleek tail that could be used more like a whip or extra hand instead of something to crush bones. Her scales were green like the grass in the clearing she lived in.
“Hmm...” the hunter looked at her horns. “They're pink. I think that the pink parts of you are going to stay that way... Just remember to be careful when you turn into something with eyes, horns, or a scaly underbelly. Luckily for you, Dravians don't have special scales to separate their underbelly and backs. It's all one solid color. The only thing left to do is teach you how to speak. You'll have to find some intelligent creature with vocal chords... Maby a Plexarian, you seem pretty well adapted to killing them. I'll meet you back here in a few hours.”
“Agreed.” The hunter turned to leave as the draconovor spread her enormous wings. They had to be at least fifty feet long from tip to tip. The loose twigs and grass sticking out of the nest were blown away as she lifted herself off of the ground, the enormous white wings cutting through the air, the claws at the end slicing any branches that flew up from the wind. When Fang was fully into the air, she was clearly visible, hot pink against blue and white isn't exactly camouflage,but she had an ability against that. The draconovor had had a lot of contact with other species growing up, one of which had cloaking device technology. The dragon's scales quickly shifted in the sky, only leaving a slight shimmer, then she was completely gone, vanished into the air. She looked down. The plexarian village was right beneath her. Slowly tilting her wings down, she spiraled towards the ground. The buildings were much larger than she was, the tallest being around five hundred feet tall. She saw a few plexarians walk by. They just continued in their normal lives, not knowing how close they were to tripping over the tail or wing of their predator. She looked around. There were three ways to go about this. She could search for someone who was alone and weak, someone she could abduct without being noticed, and then she could always walk up to their leader and just ask peacefully for someone who wouldn't be missed, last time he brought her a guy screaming and begging for mercy, even though he didn't have a family. Or, of course, she could become visible, go into secondary form, grab someone, and hope they don't cut off her arm for being unreasonable again. Just because she didn't scream in pain didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Luckily she could regenerate the parts of her that ever got hurt through eating any biological material and rewriting the cellular code once it was in her. She looked up at the enormous creatures.
The first time she came to Vexin, they hadn't listened to her warnings about how she would freely hunt them, like it or not. They had laughed at her and this one kid chucked a boulder into the air at her, sure to him it was just a rock, but to her it was a serious threat, she almost fell trying to dodge it. He was the first plexarian to die beneath her claws. The draconovor didn't know who screamed more, the kid, his mom, the people running in fear, or the police that hadn't had to deal with anything worse than a jaywalker in over a decade. How could she forget that day? The orange-yellow blood had gotten all over the sidewalk and street, at least three people threw up from watching her tear off his arm and swallow it in one gulp, and she heard three people describe her to the police as, twice their size, purple, and with six eyes that could stare into your soul. The other descriptions she heard were, small, white, two eyes, when all of a sudden, enormous, purple, six eyes, scary. Then there was that one guy who claimed she was just an enormous scorpix. Yeah, like a Scorpix the size of a fully-grown Plexarian wasn't farfetched enough, a scorpix twice the size of one was beyond preposterous.
She looked around, still not sure on what to do, when she noticed a plexarian in an Astric Guard uniform. He had on a standard protocol Astric helmet with the visor down, set to thermal mode. Her eyes widened in surprise. They called the Astrics on her? She lowered her body temperature so that she wouldn't be seen, he looked over to her anyway, he must have noticed the red turn to blue. She stood motionless, if there were more Astrics around, she didn't want them to know she was here, they would lock her in a containment cell and probably have her executed. The plexarian protection agencies had weapons that hurt enough, that was the whole reason she had six eyes in secondary form, so they couldn't shoot her without her noticing, but who knows what the Astric's machinery was capable of. He continued to look at her, and she was beginning to wonder if she had accidentally cooled down too much when he turned away. She let out a breath and his head snapped back over to her, this time he had his gun pointed in her direction. “I can see you, you dangerous fiend, you're deep navy blue on the monitor!”
She went back to her natural body temperature and turned visible again, startling a man about to step right into her. Since the guard knew that she could change temperatures, he would probably tell any other Astrics in the area to use the motion setting on their visors instead. “Darn it.” she sent to him, “I knew I cooled off too much.” He screamed and grabbed his head.
“No! Get out of my head! The monster's in my head!”
She took the opportunity and flew off faster than he could blink, literally. Very professional... she thought as she landed on the other side of the village, quickly turning invisible at the same time. She perked her ears up, still able to hear him screaming a mile away. Idiot. She looked around to see if there were any more Astrics. There seemed to be one human one on the other side of the road, but he didn't have his visor down. Score! Not many people would notice that the thing the size of their shoe went missing. She walked onto the sidewalk and looked both ways across the road, smiling the whole time. She walked out onto the street and over to the man. He looked around, probably feeling and hearing her footsteps, she wasn't trying to be the stealthiest right then, but it was okay, he just ignored it. She went around behind him and leveled her face to the top of his head.
The man looked around. He loved his job. He got to see the universe with his friends and crew and fight enormous monsters all day. He watched the enormous plexarians walking around walking around. Ever since he was told they would be landing on Vexin, he was a little worried about being crushed, but his commanding officer told him that he should be more worried about the dragon the plexarians called them about, but what was a dragon to him? Knights could kill dragons with a sword, imagine how affective an Astric gun was. And on top of that, the picture of the dragon showed that it was pink! What kind of horrifying beast was pink? He realized that he was starting to feel a little sick while he was thinking about that. It was probably just the stress getting to him. All of a sudden he doubled over and threw up. Something wasn't right...
“You'd better believe something's wrong.” He heard a girl's voice.
“Who's there?!” He whipped around, no one was behind him. “I'm not kidding, this isn't just some low quality tazer, this is an extremely deadly weapon!”
There was a low grunting sound behind him, possibly laughter. “You think I'm scared of that?” The voice was actually reverberating through his head.
He screamed as a sharp pain shot through his body and he dropped his gun. “Holy shit!” He screamed in pain and terror as he saw his hand still holding the gun... on the sidewalk. He looked at his arm where it used to be. Thick, crimson blood was pouring onto the concrete. “Dear God No! NO! NO!” He held his stub of an arm to his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding, the slight grunting noise turning to a deep, brooding laugh. It was scratchy and more like a growling sound, or someone rubbing two pieces of sandpaper together.
“What's the matter?” the voice taunted “Hearing voices?” The deep laughter got louder.
“Please!” He cried “Who are you!? PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE!” He had tears welling up. “HELP! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!” He felt something grab him by his good arm and he was pulled into an alley. He had spots swimming through his vision.
“Still think something as puny as a sword can take me? What about that pathetic blood soaked gun over there?”
His eyes widened in fear. He was being dragged away by the dragon he was sent to kill. He attempted to reach for the communicator in his helmet to alert the others of her location, but remembered painfully that his hand was gone. He decided to try to get someone's attention. “Somebody! Anybody! I need help! Don't let her kill me!”
“No one can hear you. You're too small.”
He started to cry. “Please, let me go, I have a wife and kids at home. I want to go to see them again! I want to die on earth holding my wife's hand. I want to see my daughter graduate high school. I need to be there when my son takes his first steps!” The dragon threw him into the alley. It was a dead end.
He saw enormous teeth appear out of thin air, absolutely nothing else, but then he saw an enormous reptilian face slowly form. It was smiling at him. He realized that she, no, that it felt no remorse for what it was doing. Her eyes narrowed. “You want my sympathy, human? No. I have been through worse than you can imagine. I'm doing you a favor by killing you.” Her smile faded for a second “You won't have to watch the people you love disappear. You won't have to end up like me...” her smile returned and she made that chuckling sound again. “Besides, a fully grown man crying from a wound as small as that? I've done worse. Not to mention that you're about to be killed by a seventeen-year-old girl who's pink. And 'What kind of horrible monster is pink?'”
He looked at her. Had she literally read his mind? He stared into her deep pink eyes, he knew he wasn't supposed to, his commanding officer told him that they could hypnotize, but the pure hatred that she felt for the world was too tempting, he felt the urge to look straight at them. What he saw was amazing. Her eyes revealed an endless plain. There was beauty everywhere, just an endless area of pink clouds and a sky that seemed it would forever remain a sunset. That must be why she was such a strange color. Her eyes reflected her own picture of paradise. He continued through, when suddenly all he saw was a flash of white.
* * *
The draconovor looked down at the lifeless body. How idiotic of him to look into her eyes. It made it that much easier to snap his tiny neck without getting caught. She put her hand on his feet and began to rip his head and torso off, there was a delightful tearing and crunching sound, and the second it came loose, gulped it down. Vocal chords actually weren't that hard to replicate. She had so many stored cells from previous hunts that she could actually have them be the right size and shape for the voice that she sent to people.
“Testing, one, two.” she said. Wow, talking feels weird. She turned invisible and flew into the air. Flying over the village, she saw Astrics running and driving to the plexarian Astric's position, the one who had seen her first. They had no clue that their human partner was dead yet. They'll think something's up once he doesn't report back. A few minutes later she dipped her wings down and landed in her nest. It took her a lot less time to get vocal chords than she thought. Less than thirty minutes. She looked around to see if the hunter was anywhere, when she realized he wasn't, she curled up. A few more minute's rest before he shows up.
When the hunter returned, he saw the dragon fast asleep in her nest. There was no waking her up. “I do hope that you have a voice now.”
The dragon's ears perked up. “Yes.” she sent. She was still sleeping. “Didn't know I could do this did you? Best ability ever! Hold on, I'm killing an Astric in my dream. Just let me change the landscape... There.”
He shook his head. He should have thought that she would go back to sleep. That was one of the only things she could do on this planet, the others were to kill things and eat stuff, and she had just done both of those things. “Get up and talk to me. I need to make sure your voice will match what you look like as a human.”
The draconovor sighed and opened her eyes. She flashed white and turned into a human she had been designing in her dreams. She was seventeen years old, her real age, muscular, but still thin, and had brown hair tied up into a pony tail, that looked almost blonde in some spots when in the sunlight. She wore a black t-shirt with a heart with a crack running through it and some blue jeans. Her eyes were a little larger than they should have been and, of course, bright pink. “Hi.” she said “My name is... uh...” she had never been given a name, she knew that humans used them all the time, though. She hadn't really met her mother, and even if she did, draconovores don't name their young.
“We'll worry about that later.” he interrupted “Right now, you should get to earth. Your voice is just fine for a girl your age. Get flying.” he began to walk away.
“Wait, right now?” she asked
“Yes, now. And move quickly, the Astrics are moving the Terragiax sometime this week and it'll take at least a day to plan out how to get in. Then there's the matter in enrolling you to a school, making sure no one questions where it is you came from and things like that.”
“Can't we just tell them that I was born off-world? You know, in one of those colonies. There are several of them that we could say I came from.”
He looked over at her. “Most of the people on earth still don't know about anything other than what's in their solar system, they don't even know what's on their planet exactly.”
“For real? What are they cavemen?” she asked
“Compared to everyone else, yes. The world leaders all decided to cover up anything about aliens a long time ago. Now get your tail into the air. Go! I don't have time to explain such trivial matters to you.”
She turned back into her original form and flew off into space. The hunter's ship soon followed. She couldn't help but wonder if earth was any different from when she was there seven years ago.