Post by Blitz on May 12, 2008 19:45:54 GMT -5
Ok, I had to revamp my characters, and all that crap. The old fics are now non canon. This is the new canon. It's kinda like when Spyro switched over to the "The Legends of Series". The older ones didn't count anymore. In the new canon, I will place a number in parenthesis next to the title. This shows the sequence in which they should be read. No, alot of poeple wondered why Cyra was so.... maleficent. Well, I decided to kick off the new canon with how that happened. Enjoy.
Cyra’s Resolve
In an abandoned sandlot, a large number of stray dogs of all different sorts lounged around. There was no chalk left on the dirt, the wooden bleachers were half rotten, and both of the dugout’s fences were torn down. Inside one of these dugouts rested a young female Dalmatian. She had black paws, a black tail, black ears and a spot that oddly formed a skull on her left hip. She had a few large blotches on the rest of her coat. She looked at peace, but on the inside was much turmoil. She had a heartbreaking decision to make – risk her own life for the sake of the ones she cares about, or risk theirs to save her own. The previous night, a mysterious dark cloud appeared in front of her in the woods. She didn’t know what it was at first. It turned out to be a collected mass of evil spirits. The spirits escaped from Scythe, and need hosts to survive. Turns out there are plenty of suitable hosts in the abandoned sandlot. Now they have given the young Dalmatian a choice – host all 100 of them, or they will each make a host of the others.
“Hey, Cyra!” a voice called in the dog’s sleep. She awoke, and sat up with a yawn.
“Yeah, what is it?” Cyra replied, looking at a scruffy, filthy, brown mutt.
“Nothin’, it just seems like somethins’ been bothering you…”
“Yeah…well…. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Cyra said walking off, up the steps of the dugout. It was late into dusk, and almost completely dark. She headed into a forest behind the ball field.
This forest wasn’t very thick, but it wasn’t exactly thin either. There was plenty of room to move around, and the full moon illuminated the ground through the trees beautifully. The white of her fur seemed to glow in the moonlight. Deep in the woods, she found the floating black mass, exactly where it appeared the night before.
“Well… have you made your decision?” a menacing voice with an unusual reverb emitted, almost from nowhere.
“I… I don’t want this to happen to them… just take me… my life can’t compare to the loss of a hundred more…” Cyra answered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
The black mass of evil slowly encircled the whimpering dog, and then entered her body. She let out a scream and stumbled a bit, before falling to the ground. As she stood up, her eyes turned red, and her facial expression was almost without emotion.
She was not yet completely turned over to darkness, but retained minimal control of her actions. In her head she could hear the voices. “Foolish girl! To trust us of all things? You’ll pay a bigger price than this…”
“I don’t care… I couldn’t let this happen to them all…” she thought to herself.
She entered back into the sandlot, against her own will. The other dogs lay sleeping in various places. She tip-toed over there sleeping bodies that littered the ground and approached an adult female heavily spotted Dalmatian.
“Oh, Cyra! What were you doing gone so late? I was worried!” she said.
Cyra’s muscles began to contract against her will, and she started walking even closer to the other Dalmatian.
“I’m sorry… Mother…” she said, as he paw entered into her mother’s chest.
Later own, she walked along a swift flowing creek, bellowing as tears flooded from her eyes. She stopped and look at her bloodstained right paw. Dipping it in the creek, she scrubbed, and scrubbed, but the stain wouldn’t come off. The voice echoed in her head again, “This blood will never wash off… as a reminder of what you’ve done…”
“No! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me…” Cyra cried.
She continued walking until she came upon another dog. A Dalmatian, like herself, most of his fur stained red, like her paw, and his spots an even deeper red. Looking in his eyes you could see the very evil within him. He was a murderous soul, and also suffered a bit of schizophrenia. However… something was telling him not to harm Cyra.
“Hello… My name is Carnage….” He spoke with an evil smirk.
“H-h-h-hi…umm…” Cyra stuttered in fear.
“I can feel it… a strong evil flows within you…” Carnage said, “Am I right?”
“Well..um…”
“But it hasn’t quite set in yet…. Within a few days you could prove to be useful, though…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your paw… it carries the scent of fresh blood…. Hahaha! It’s already starting to control you…”
“SHUTUP!”
“Go ahead…. Give in to the darkness! You cannot stop it! You cannot control it! You do not possess the darkness, IT possesses YOU!”
Shaking her head in frustration, Cyra heard a loud ringing noise in her head, before she blacked out.
She awoke under a large oak tree, the sun beaming down through the leaves, illuminating small portions of the ground.
“Where… am I?” she said standing to her feet, “Oh, I have such a headache…”
“You blacked out… good thing I was there. Looks like you owe me, huh?” a familiar voice said.
“C…Car…nage…?Right?”
“That’s right…tell me… can you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“The need… to kill… to spill the blood of the innocent just to know that you are still somehow connected to this world….”
“…….”
“You can’t fight it…”
“but….”
“Come with me…. What’s your name?”
“It’s Cyra.”
“Well, Cyra… you’re too pretty to just let die out here… join me… Only bloodshed will sustain you….”
“I…….okay….”
Cyra’s Resolve
In an abandoned sandlot, a large number of stray dogs of all different sorts lounged around. There was no chalk left on the dirt, the wooden bleachers were half rotten, and both of the dugout’s fences were torn down. Inside one of these dugouts rested a young female Dalmatian. She had black paws, a black tail, black ears and a spot that oddly formed a skull on her left hip. She had a few large blotches on the rest of her coat. She looked at peace, but on the inside was much turmoil. She had a heartbreaking decision to make – risk her own life for the sake of the ones she cares about, or risk theirs to save her own. The previous night, a mysterious dark cloud appeared in front of her in the woods. She didn’t know what it was at first. It turned out to be a collected mass of evil spirits. The spirits escaped from Scythe, and need hosts to survive. Turns out there are plenty of suitable hosts in the abandoned sandlot. Now they have given the young Dalmatian a choice – host all 100 of them, or they will each make a host of the others.
“Hey, Cyra!” a voice called in the dog’s sleep. She awoke, and sat up with a yawn.
“Yeah, what is it?” Cyra replied, looking at a scruffy, filthy, brown mutt.
“Nothin’, it just seems like somethins’ been bothering you…”
“Yeah…well…. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Cyra said walking off, up the steps of the dugout. It was late into dusk, and almost completely dark. She headed into a forest behind the ball field.
This forest wasn’t very thick, but it wasn’t exactly thin either. There was plenty of room to move around, and the full moon illuminated the ground through the trees beautifully. The white of her fur seemed to glow in the moonlight. Deep in the woods, she found the floating black mass, exactly where it appeared the night before.
“Well… have you made your decision?” a menacing voice with an unusual reverb emitted, almost from nowhere.
“I… I don’t want this to happen to them… just take me… my life can’t compare to the loss of a hundred more…” Cyra answered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
The black mass of evil slowly encircled the whimpering dog, and then entered her body. She let out a scream and stumbled a bit, before falling to the ground. As she stood up, her eyes turned red, and her facial expression was almost without emotion.
She was not yet completely turned over to darkness, but retained minimal control of her actions. In her head she could hear the voices. “Foolish girl! To trust us of all things? You’ll pay a bigger price than this…”
“I don’t care… I couldn’t let this happen to them all…” she thought to herself.
She entered back into the sandlot, against her own will. The other dogs lay sleeping in various places. She tip-toed over there sleeping bodies that littered the ground and approached an adult female heavily spotted Dalmatian.
“Oh, Cyra! What were you doing gone so late? I was worried!” she said.
Cyra’s muscles began to contract against her will, and she started walking even closer to the other Dalmatian.
“I’m sorry… Mother…” she said, as he paw entered into her mother’s chest.
Later own, she walked along a swift flowing creek, bellowing as tears flooded from her eyes. She stopped and look at her bloodstained right paw. Dipping it in the creek, she scrubbed, and scrubbed, but the stain wouldn’t come off. The voice echoed in her head again, “This blood will never wash off… as a reminder of what you’ve done…”
“No! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me…” Cyra cried.
She continued walking until she came upon another dog. A Dalmatian, like herself, most of his fur stained red, like her paw, and his spots an even deeper red. Looking in his eyes you could see the very evil within him. He was a murderous soul, and also suffered a bit of schizophrenia. However… something was telling him not to harm Cyra.
“Hello… My name is Carnage….” He spoke with an evil smirk.
“H-h-h-hi…umm…” Cyra stuttered in fear.
“I can feel it… a strong evil flows within you…” Carnage said, “Am I right?”
“Well..um…”
“But it hasn’t quite set in yet…. Within a few days you could prove to be useful, though…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your paw… it carries the scent of fresh blood…. Hahaha! It’s already starting to control you…”
“SHUTUP!”
“Go ahead…. Give in to the darkness! You cannot stop it! You cannot control it! You do not possess the darkness, IT possesses YOU!”
Shaking her head in frustration, Cyra heard a loud ringing noise in her head, before she blacked out.
She awoke under a large oak tree, the sun beaming down through the leaves, illuminating small portions of the ground.
“Where… am I?” she said standing to her feet, “Oh, I have such a headache…”
“You blacked out… good thing I was there. Looks like you owe me, huh?” a familiar voice said.
“C…Car…nage…?Right?”
“That’s right…tell me… can you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“The need… to kill… to spill the blood of the innocent just to know that you are still somehow connected to this world….”
“…….”
“You can’t fight it…”
“but….”
“Come with me…. What’s your name?”
“It’s Cyra.”
“Well, Cyra… you’re too pretty to just let die out here… join me… Only bloodshed will sustain you….”
“I…….okay….”