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Phoenix Feather

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Shrukan:
Shrukan sighed as he wiped his forehead, which was pouring with sweat from the desert heat. Shrukan flipped his hood off and looked around for any sign of a city or something close to an Oasis. He took the canteen which was on his belt and opened the cap off it and took a quick gulp of the water and screwed the cap back on.

He had traveled for days on end in the desert, which to a normal human could possibly kill them. However, because of his Scalix resilience, the heat didn't tire him a bit. He was somewhat tired of gazing at the endless amounts of sand grains, but he knew he had a mission to accomplish.

The Phoenix Feather was a sacred item that only a chosen person could wield it. It wasn't like a small feather, like one off a robin. It was fairly larger, nearly a few inches long. Legend tells of a Phoenix that flew over the skies and dropped a single glowing feather in the center of the desert. The power of the Phoenix Feather was simply to unlock one's true power. Shrukan sought this for his own personal uses; to awaken the powers that lied dormant in himself that have both saved and killed others.

In this state, my powers are uncontrollable. He thought. I've saved many from peril and death... and at the same time... killed others out of rage.

He looked at his hands and snarled in anger. He killed one of his own race out of anger. The constant images of Israf's death had flown through his mind. Shrukan's blood and heartbeat had raised considerably as Shrukan's eyes no longer shown the look of a small timid teen, but a bloodthirsty beast of destruction. Shrukan's hair colored changed as black streaks appeared in it. His eyes both turned from a subtle blue to blood red.

Israf's face shown with fear as Shrukan laughed hard and gave an evil smirk. He put his hands up in defense, but he knew they alone wouldn't be enough.

Shrukan smirked still and rushed after Israf, grabbed Israf's throat, and with a simple jerk, had broken it and Israf was instantly killed. The thought of death hadn't stopped in Shrukan's mind, as he proceeded to break the rest of Israf's body. Legs, arms, and even the smallest bones were crushed under considerable rage that had been bottled up for years.

Shrukan sighed as he placed his hood back on. Death... by my own rage and powers. I used the darkness that was inside my heart to afflict pain... If I could get the Phoenix Feather... I maybe able to control these powers... And hopefully lock my inner darkness.

Shrukan saw a few meters ahead a small desert village. Perhaps there will be some water there... and food.... I'm a bit hungry...

Rattatatatata:
Trukai wandered through the rugged streets of the abandoned desert outpost, kicking a door open and entering the small building.

I was supposed to exterminate the Enemy soldiers here, but it looks like they've already cleared out. Still I probably should hunt them down, they can't be too far away, We only got word this outpost existed two days ago

The building turned out only a few rooms, nothing in them.

I guess there really are none left here. Wel then, I'll stay here tonight, and in the morning, I hunt again!

He mounted his chesnut horse, and headed toward the safehouse he discovered earlier in his sweep of the outpost. The evening sun was setting, so it would finally cool off. To much. In the desert, the nights were scorching, and the night were below freezing. Arriving at his destination, he dismounted, brought his horse, Ceras, Inside and tied him to a post inside. He than grabbed a leather glove from his pack, put it on, went outside and signaled to the sky.
"Where is he now, he knows he has to come back befor--" He was cut off there by something thudding straight into his glove, from his back, and settling there.
" Don't do that..." Trukai was almost angry, but the border wasn't crossed. On his gloved arm now resided a dark blueish-blackish dragon, Cembras. Suddenly it streched its' wings, now growing rapidly, almost 4 feet combined.
"You're geting to where I can't hold you for very long, you know..." Trukai grunted, his arm wavering under the weight of Cembras. The dark-colored dragon made a noise halfway between growling and purring, kindof a hurrr, and then he hopped off onto the ground. The two then walked into the safehouse, Trukai finding a bed and plopping down on it, and then taking the pillow off and putting on the side of the bed for Cembras. The wind howled through the ghost town, but eventually the both drifted off at the same time, not knowing what tomorow would bring.

Shrukan:
Shrukan looked around and sighed. Abandoned... No one lives here. Probably no food... And I am getting hungry. Shrukan sighed and grabbed his stomach. It's been days now and now it's really affecting me. My legs are weak now... I can barely stand. Thank god I'm Scalix... or I wouldn't have been able to bare this not eating thing..

Shrukan sighed and fumbled through his meat bag, hoping he may have forgotten a piece. However, there wasn't one in there. He sighed again and cussed under his breath and looked around. He knew the desert was unforgiving,even at night.

He found a home, completely empty and dark, a perfect place where he could rest. Fumbling through the place, he took a few useless books that were around and through them into the fireplace. Growling, he pressed his palm forward and shot a fireball and ignited the fireplace. Shrukan then sighed and wrapped himself with his cloak and hoped to keep warm, as he snuggled closer to the fire and closed his eyes.

I will look for the feather... and hopefully I can contain my powers better... Please... Just let me live...

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