<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>GM POSTING</strong></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Name: Astrianos (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Aaron.jpg)/Kerberos<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Acidity, Amber, Noqs, Isela, Reo, Vain<br/>Location: Roughly a mile and a half down the beach from the others.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A semi-solid mass hung in nothingness. It was intelligent and viscous, the substance of nightmares that fed off of the deepest fears of those minds it could invade. It's form was nothing until fed ideas by a host, and at that point, the drifting mass took solid form in the dreams of those minds. Always, it hungered for more, but it was never given such power, as it would lose all solidity once the dreamer awoke from it's torments.<br/><br/>Until that night the tear opened.<br/><br/>A sliver of darkened purple in the massive world seemed to spark innate curiosities, especially after watching twelve winged shapes dart through in a panic. The mass tore through the space, and shot through the hole that lead it from the world of dreams, and into the substance of reality.<br/><br/>Nights flowed into days as the mass, reminiscent of an inky fog traveled, following the path taken by the creatures that had preceded it into the night sky. As time wore on, the size of the mass slowly began to shrink and dwindle. The light of day burned into it, and it was only comforted by the darkened skies of the nights on Ceres. A slow realization that it was dying crawled through its consciousness, and that it needed to assume a shape to flourish in the new world that it had come to inhabit.<br/><br/>And so, curled in the treeline in what might be it's last day before dissolving into nothingness, it waited.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Scales shimmering silver in the sunlight, Astrianos flapped in the light breeze, intent on following his clutchmates to play in the newly discovered cove. Smaller and younger than most of those that he tended to frequent company with, Astrianos was viewed by his parents as a runt. Whether he was or not was truly undetermined though, so he let the comments pass when he overheard them.<br/><br/>Gliding lazily on a warm thermal of air, he landed a ways down the beach from his nestmates, and began padding the last two miles on foot. The treeline on his right caught his attention, and he stopped his motions completely. Clawed feet dug small furrows into the sand a bit as his massive weight came to a dead stop. Feeling vulnerable, he changed his position fluidly to face the treeline. To anyone watching, it would be clear that he sensed something off, something threatening. Wedge shaped head lowered slightly as he hunched down, staring intently.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The mass lay in wait, hidden among the treeline as it watched the shimmering beings frolicking about. They seemed to not have a single care for but themselves, and a total disregard for any dangers that might be lurking. Much like itself. Already, it dreaded the thought of crossing the expanse of the beaches and water to attempt to take one of the bodies of the shining things. Jealousy, disgust, anger, and a little desperation was winning the internal debate.<br/><br/>That was until the target of opportunity presented itself. A smaller form dropped to the sand nearly right in front of it with a thud. Drifting and floating between the dense tropical foliage, it followed, waiting for the young silver to move closer. It clearly blocked out the sunlight as it shifted, enveloping the trunks of trees as it passed. If it had had a mouth to smile with, it would have as the small dragon seemed to finally sense its presence. The<em>fear</em>that he could feel dripping from dragon's mind was a delicacy only to nightmarish beings like itself.<br/><br/>Bolstered by what it sensed in its opponent, it darted from the treeline, and quickly began to envelop the shape of the small silver.<br/><br/>The scream of anguish was both mental and physical as Astrianos was assaulted by the being that had come from their original place of existence. Telepathically, there were no words being said, only a broadcast of immense pain, fear, and more fear. The telepathic scream was of such intensity it easily encompassed the entire beachhead, and would echo through the nesting grounds. The assaulting cloud only seemed to feed off of these emotions and feelings, and grew in size, enveloping Astrianos in his entirety.<br/><br/>All at once, the sounds were cut off, as if they never were. Telepathic connections were severed with his clutchmates, and Astrianos simply ceased to be. The drifting cloud slid upwards,leaving behind nothing but the skeletal remains of their kin. Slowly, it began to condense and become solid.<br/><br/>Wisps of shadow coalesced into wings, and began to beat at the air as shape took on weight. Swirling darkness hardened into spines and black armored plates. Instead of reflecting sunlight like Astrianos' nestmates, this new being was matte, and seemed to suck the light from its very surroundings. As it's shape finished finalizing, the twisted, abhorrently evil thing simply dropped the three or feet to the sand, neatly crushing the skull of Astrianos as it did so. Not only had it taken the young dragon from the world, it desecrated the skeletal remains by trodding upon them as one would sticks on a wooded path.<br/><br/>Wingtips flared into the air as the new being screamed victory with newly formed lungs, and then snapped down powerfully, launching itself into the air. Shadow seemed to drip from its frame, almost as if excess of it's old clouded form was being shed. Inwardly, the shadowy thing reveled in it's new found strength and mental capacity, and found a name.<br/><br/><em>Kerberos.</em>