Ronke was 5.7ft tall, clearly dwarfed by her drakon and grakon team mates. She squinted, peeking into the distance like she just wasn't seeing enough.
Her milky white gown fluttered noiselessly at her feet, revealing the gladiator sandals she had on. Of the three of them, she looked more relaxed but with a slight air of danger hovering about her.
"What do you mean? The dog has ironspiked tail, Ronke. Or are your Familiar senses screwing with you again?" Aeneas asked, scratching his chin.
"No, Iron spike tailed dogs do NOT have a reddened tail. That's heat the tail is giving off. That a new specie by creation order, it can never be accepted in a pack of Iron spike tailed dogs talkless of it being the alpha." Ronke pointed out.
"HEY, RONKE, do that your Familiar thingy, and get those dogs off me, girl." Denre bellowed, pointing to the fast approaching dogs.
"I don't take orders from you, BOY. Last time I checked, I am the squad captain, BOY." Ronke retorted, emphasizing on BOY. Over time, at the Center for forest reserve CFR, a commission which was set up to control and tame the wild dragons, Ronke and her other Familiars who were accepted at the center had had to put up with a lot of racial discrimination.
Even as a squad captain, she had to wince under the words of tribalistic team mates, always looking inferior at her just because she was a Familiar. An air Familiar at that.
"FINE! I do it." Denre bellowed back. "Boy," he patted the Dragon's frontal limb that was close to him. "Take a ground trip among those dogs."
The Dragon rose, standing only in its hind limbs, a hulking behemoth. With a flap of its red, bone edged wings, it lifted up towards the dog pack.
'No. No. No No No No' Bayo refused, turning to watch the oncoming massacre. For the time he had spent with the pack, he had grown accustomed to each of them. And so, losing even one meant something to him.
After all, the dogs had come here, answering his initial howl.
Damn Him... why did he have to howl?
He had to do something.
The red boned dragon suddenly crashed down, falling heavily just before the advancing pack. Scrambling to a halt, the dogs barked fearlessly as if trying to evaluate the threat level of the bulk of flesh before them.
The dragon remained still, unmoving for several seconds. A dog barked, another answered and together, the pack began advancing, moving around the large fallen dragon.
Bayo sighed mentally, heaving in relief. He had expected to see a massacre but...
'No, no,no,no,no,no...' Bayo panicked.
With a loud roar, the dragon suddenly belched, flames roasting the closest dogs to its mouth. It twisted its form, rolling about in the dust as its sharp extended bones on the wings, claws and tails began scything the pack.
"Look at that. The tail is beginning to glow." Ronke said, pointing at Denre who grabbed the dog by its tail and slammed it hard.
"Uh... the soul sensor is..." Aeneas replied, looking at a rounded object on his right palm.
"Is what?" The Familiar turned back.
"The sensor is working... and it's pointing the soul essence of the Lightning Fist Chimp..."
"It's alive?" Ronke gasped, eyes widened.
"I don't know. It's only detecting faint traces coming from t-that dog?" Aeneas gasped, looking at the Latent Stealth Dog that lay on the ground dazed.
"Which dog?" Ronke looked at the horizon where the dragon was still slaughtering the dogs en masse.
"The one with Denre. I can't believe it. How's this possible?" Aeneas muttered.
"There's more than meets the eyes about that dog. Calibrate the soul sensor to ignore the chimp's bloodline and focus on that dog. Denre, you need to see this." Ronke said, jogging over to him.
"And stop with the dog killing. That's violating the protection decree of the forest reserve."
"What? No! My dragon needs to flex its muscle."
"On those dogs? Mindless killing?" Ronke frowned.
"There are not dragons. The decree does not apply to them." Denre retorted, splaying his palm.
"OFF WITH YOUR DRAGON, Denre. That's an ORDER." Ronke screamed earning some grumbled noises from the grakon. Just then, Aeneas caught up, mouth open in wonder.
"Guys, you need to see this. The analysis about this creature is perplexing." Aeneas said.
The dragon finally rose itself from the ground, totally bathed in the life essence of a dozen dogs. It shook itself, grunting with a displeased look as it began walking back to its owner. At its feet, the surviving dogs of the pack turned about, fleeing with tails between their legs, their survival instincts coming to play.
"My soul bound is unhappy. All thanks to you, captain." Denre did a mock bow to Ronke. But the latter was hardly paying him attention. She was gazing intently at Aeneas palm, watching the coin like object, with mechanical like protractions click and retract, continuously.
"This Dog has two souls. Come see, Denre." Aeneas beckoned.
Denre rolled his eyes. "Oh, right I have two souls too."
"Shut it. You have a soul bound dragon. That's different. This one clearly has a subsidiary soul. And you and I know it's practically impossible for beasts to soul bound with each other. And it contains faint traces of the Lightning Fist Chimp we looking for." Ronke replied instantly gaining the focus of the grakon.
"Wow. It one unusual dog." Denre muttered, looking at the knocked out dog on the ground.
"So if the subsidiary soul is not a soul bound beast. Then it has to be ..." Aeneas spoke thoughtfully.
"... A soul genie?" Ronke gasped.
"That unheard of. Never have we come across a beast, a Common Type beast at that matter with a soul genie." Denre added.
"Not exactly Common Type. It seems this creature is breaking into Mythic Type, based on the abilities the soul sensor is detecting. If only we could soul gaze, then we would know what exact abilities we looking at." Aeneas put in.
Sighing, Ronke knelt on a knee, observing the dog closer.
"So you have a soul genie, eh! What would you need a soul genie for, alpha?" She whispered, her white skin seeming brighter.
"Let's even ignore that soul genie. It defeated the Lightning Fist Chimp. Hello? A Common Type beast flooring a Rare Type? "Aeneas said.
At this, Denre smacked Aeneas's shoulder. "You drakons are so dull. The chimp had already being poisoned, remember."
Aeneas winced now. He lowered the hand with the soul sensor and moved closer to the dog.
"That doesn't even matter. If the sensor detected traces of its essence within this dog. That means it must have eaten the carcass. And it's still alive? The energy from the rare type beast should have over loaded his soul already. Infact, this dog should have being dead along Ago." Aeneas gritted his teeth, worry lines all over his drakonian face.
"The Center must hear this. The search is over. We go back to Drago." Ronke decided, rising up.
"Denre scratched his rough hairs on his head. Behind him, the Ragore Dragon shifted uncomfortably, looking about.
"But if we go back with our findings, the Adze Circle would demand possession of the dog."
"Those damned Vampires. We are not giving full report. Full report goes to the Center on confidential premise." Ronke said, frowning once more. The puzzle had finally being solved but no way were there letting this discovery go to foreign realms.
"This stuff is politically entwined, oh." Aeneas warned.
"Damn Politics. Damn all of them for interfering with the Center." Ronke gritted her teeth.
Meanwhile, Bayo made to move but held back. He had regained consciousness over the minutes, and thanks to Yasmin, he hadn't reached slow decline after that horrific slam.
The pack...
Bayo's heart thumped furiously. He remembered the massacre of the dragon. No...
Those dogs didn't deserve to just die. No, not at all.
He had to avenge them. He had to do something. He was the alpha and he had to make that move now.
'It's pointless, Bayo. With your low energy, it is impossible for you to even shift form. Attempting that will only push you to soul decline.' Yasmin spoke, almost silently.
'So what do I just do? Just stay here and play dead?'
'I do not know. Even if you relinquish control to me, there is very little I can do. The slightest strain on your soul will tend it apart.' Yasmin put in, coldly.
'No, no, no, Yasmin. You said my soul is unique. There has to be something. I'm supposed to not be defined by normal. Can you convert that absorption energy for me again?'
'I told you, the slightest strain of your mind will tear you apart.'
'No. No....' Bayo panicked, mentally.
'My soul is unique. I believe it. I defy standards. I am not bound by normal circumstances. My soul... oh God... or gods... I freaking need a miracle.'
A cold chill descended on everyone suddenly. Even the air became stale as a huge shadow drifted across the vegetation.
"Oh... Not Now!" Ronke muttered, looking up.
The black dragon soared, its wide arm wings soaking in on the dusky airs. Its body had several scales that opened and closed in minute motions, breathing out tiny vapors of smoke whilst it growled lowly, little sparks of fire escaping its reptilian snout. It's head was adorned with two goat like horns that curved backwards accompanied with red hot eyes and a tight cluster of ridge shaped spikes on its back to the end of the long tail where it spread out like a scythe.Below it, were the CFR agents with the Ragore Dragon and a slumped Dog. The dragon snorted, drifting closer to the spot."Guys, the sensor detected a fluctuation from that dog's soul." Aeneas muttered, looking up as the shadow grew even larger, approaching."That would explain the presence of this dragon." Ronke sniffed."I already told you. That dog got a soul bound too." Denre snorted, his dragon letting out a low guttural growl."Ah! And I thought you grakons were smart
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Having analyzed the law of Annihilation to the barest minimum, we are enlightened upon the fact that it is Molecular disintegration at sub-atomic level.In summation, the laws that might possibly counter this rather bizarre law of total annihilation are being heavily researched. Our Thesis is that if the law disintegrates things then the effective counter must be a law that aids molecular build up or in more understandable terms, a law that gives protection Agbara.Moreso, this law must be very powerful, an aspectual law that not only protects but wards off all sort of potential attacks to the soul.As to what laws these are, Your Lordship, we cannot say( No one but Bello knows the law hence we cannot not accurately test our postulations.) but a general guess to the Law of Love; Agbara Osun - Orisha of Love- and the Law of Guardianship; Agbara Laaroye- Orisha of builders, architects and protection-.In this regard, we believe the law of Fate, Agbara Ifa i
Ronke and her squad stepped out of the forest, into the dusk lights of a bright and very civilized layout. Buildings with gold and silver complimentary coatings shone with rich ecstasy, turning the atmosphere into a clouds of bright, sparkling reflections of light.The road itself where they stood was paved at the edge with silver lining adding luster to the black tarred road.Drago was rich.Being the capital of the Drakonian Confederacy, world power of the Second Heaven, it was to be expected.Ronke grimaced, her thoughts still on the recent happenings in the forest. It was true that they didn't have sufficient firepower but at least, they should have had the dog.But now, nothing.The trio walked past drakons, grakons, and people of other species in their hustle even at dusk. A drakon walked over, shifting a hat continuously over the head as Ronke sighed deeply.Just ahead of them was a Landing Pad where they would boar
Ronke straightened up just then, hurriedly wiping off the tears while Abiola watched with crossed arms."It's fine, guys. It's just been long we've seen each other so I'm sorta emotional about it." She lied."Yes, My sister has always been all emotional since birth." He played along, smirking."Oh-okay." Aeneas replied, dragging Denre out of the bubble. "Be fast, we will need to jump into a landing pad soon.""Look, sister. If you were rejected before, now is the time to be welcome back." Abiola said as soon as the duo were out."Hmm..." Ronke nodded.Once again, like every other unique Familiar, there was the innate longing to be accepted by their own people regardless of how much they had come to despise them."We know going through Orun Apaadi is suicide. But the elders have all thought about this. We've made plans, lots of plans.""What plans?""You know we are quite skilled at making weapons. This time,
The squad of Ronke, Denre and Aeneas walked to the pad. On getting to the pad, people queued to purchase entrance tickets that was checked at the door of the flying saucer.But for the CFR agents, it was all different. They simply walked into the pad and greeted the pad conductor to gain entrance. Their transport cost was fully funded by the CFR as they had to do lots of moving about as pertaining to taming and subduing dragons.The Flying Saucer, a round large disk that was bloated at the middle, swirled slowly, humming as it gathered Wind Agbara to move.Ronke smiled lightly, shoving Aeneas out of the way to get a window seat. The latter grudgingly, in turn shoved away Denre to get a middle seat beside Ronke while Denre had to settle for the alley chair in the row.Wind Agbara, that was the aspectual speciality of Orisha Oya, Mother of storms and intercessor for the dead.When she had found that she was a unique familiar,
Under the leading of Guardian Enamore, the newly arrived dragon scouts walked past and through series of passageways, stairways and the likes. Soon they arrived at the end of the passage that they were, double huge archway doors greeting them. One door was slightly ajar signifying that someone had being there recently.Guardian Enamore stopped just aside, smoothening her face and her hair while also packing and shaping her breasts mounds and buttocks too, earning some luscious lustful mouth licking from Aeneas and Denre. Seeing them, she fumed but held back from doing or saying anything.She had always been hotheaded and as result, she wasn't exactly the favorite guardian of all times.But what did that matter? As a guardian, she was in charge of the vast operations of the entirety of CFR, it's branch quarters, field operations, findings and research as well as other technical whatnot that she rarely had time to refelect on what anyone thought
The Latent Stealth Dog clambered up the cliff, racing to the pack.What he was racing towards he was not sure? What did he expect? That the whole pack be there to wuff him welcome?He wasn't sure.But somethings were worth hoping for. Somethings required the tiniest bit, pint or drop of faith to finally work.Thomas Edison, that man, how many times had he failed...About 90 times?Bayo sighed, unsure of the actual record but what he knew was Thomas had kept on regardless.For him to have continued, trying, trying and trying... Certainly, there would have been people who would have discouraged him, yes, even though the records did not expressly say so.But Thomas continued amidst the discouragement, mockery.Amidst everything that told him to give up. That genius continued and finally, the universe smiled at him, Breathing life to his invention.As Bayo trudged on, he knew deep down wi
Here, you saw the title, right? Of course, yes, they would return. You certainly have not seen the last of it. So, like what was done at the start of this volume, we had an author boss note where we discussed the charcters and whatnot. Remember i mentioned that I was nto goign to make bayo the entire focus of it? Well, he kind of became focus of it being that the whole novel is geared to his wellbeing. Lol. At the ending, we can see that he is paying the price in full for the warnings Yasmin issued to him. Dont ignore soul adaptation but what does Bayo know? And i certainly cannot blame him. He has a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to amke the most drastic measures to ensure he is not lagging behind. But reclal that Bayo did not tart life as the toher Ascenders. All the Ascenders started their Life at the soul class of Elite. Elite is from 1000pts and above. BUt Bayo began from Basic Class,with less than 20pt which wa
And Pain.. “AAAAAGAGHHHHHH!” The huntress yelled out as the chunk of earth ripped through her back, spearing its way through her entire body, all the way from the back to the front of her. “Now, you can burn!” Ronke said and then, with a smile, she stomped her feet on the deck of the ship, willing back all of the flames that she had been keeping at bay. All of it, towards the screaming form of the huntress even as the ship began to break and scatter into bits of matter down the mountain ranges below. “Now, now." Ronke said, smiling as she willed up a gust of wind to take her off the deck as the deck finally succumbed to the head and the destruction of the flames even after it provided a dying frame for the figure of the huntress earlier. And then,the hull of something already so familiar appeared, rising above the form of Ronke. It lowered itself, a figure, which was Hana standing at the foredeck with her hand extended waiting to take the hands of
A large spike of Earth tore through the front deck of the ship, ripping through the spot that Slyka had stood in only seconds away now. The moment it ripped through,a gigantic explosion of flames burst out in the lower deck now, the entire mass of the licked up in instant flames and heat, turning out to be a massive firework in the sky. Now.... Ronke panicked. The level of destruction that she had caused with her earth spike stalling was catastrophic. She had to keep a wall of oxygen deprived air about her to keep the flames from gathering around her or ve scathing her own skin. She was not insusceptible to fire,after all, despite being able to control fire though. She was worried. But then, the worry about the CFR was the least of her concerns. After all, in the battle scene, who had to worry about what happened to the enemy. The person who did do that was the one who was willing to get himself or herself at the losing end of the whole thing. But for h
The Hunter is a killing machine which is specifically designed for such missions of severity, they do not show emotions and have no need for that because for the missions which they are assigned for, they have to be through and effectively. Their blows need to count and so the hunters are given new identities and introduced to the quality demanding system of the CFR. WHich would mean that even their souls are inculcated and taught about the values of the Cfr. In Other Words, they live for the CFR. However,this option of being a Hunter or Huntress is always so optional and never is forced on those within or without the CFR organization. It is only for those who truly seek to unlock the next level that the Cfr holds the key to. Lest we digress, the hunter is a single entity of overwhelming force. Unless the Hunters are all occupied at the moment or the CFR wishes not to involve them, then the army of
In life, we often do not have the option of choice. I mean, there is always the matter of choice but most times we have to choose between a great evil, and a far greater evil. In times like that, our sense of being is completely eroded, vanished from sight as we try to make the best of what we have to do. Sure enough, there might be a choice, lurking somewhere down the alley but for the matter of time being, we are blinded to it. And thus, the inevitable is what we eventually have to come for. Our choices are forced by the circumstance of the present situation. Which in hindsight does not look like a choice rather. In thesis is life and his priorities to keep. So, then, knowing about the instability of battle, the question is put out to all of you here. When faced with the tightest of situations, what would you do to ensure you live? To ensure that your values are not completely wiped out. In this situation, we have a matter of doing what is b
‘Yeoowww’ Bayo could only scream out in his mind, mentally as his whole body went through a wreath of red hot flames. Still in the gust of the momentum of the jump from earlier, his body went on, traversing space as he crossed the distance which was between the two ships. His body was roasting and he flew tall of the what, all of his insides feeling like marshmallows now. And oh, how hot the fumes were. The mere scent of the smoke that was about was roasting his nose, smelting down all of his internal organs that dealt with smell and breathing. His body hairs kept on shrinking as they blazed, the entire mass of the Lightning Fist Chimp now reduced to a literal burning mass of meat. Panic surged through his body now as Bayo crashed down to the decking of the larger CFR ship. While he wanted to re
The feeling had been instantouse for Bayo. For him to switch into the form of an Adze all in a bit and then revert back to the form of a Familiar Prime had been all so super fast. It was something which he did not think he would have been able to achieve, without Yasmin with him. Yes, of course, he could just as easily switch his body form ,without Yasmin being involved but also, he had to consider the event of the last time. He had spoked Ronke and the rest up when he had suddenly switched into the form of a growing Familiar Prime, as a youngling. He would not want something of such to repeat itself again, especially since it was bound to be a really rough ride in a bit, being that the CFR pursuing ship had arrived. It would be best not to unsettle anyone so that they could focus on what was really necessary and pivotal to their staying in the air for longer.
Beside a thorough negotiation skill as one of the prerequisites for a good CFR agent, another thing is to be considered in the midst of the yet many factors about a CFR agent. While the others may be so desiring, we would stress here once again, that lethal force is not always so desired in the CFR. If there is need forreal lethal force, there is the outer Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy or even the Inner Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy Army. If need be for thorough lethal force, then the army would be duly notified. An in such case this is often out of the hand of the CFR, However, be it known that it does not undermine the quality of the Cfr. While there is this option, the CFR does have its availability of lethal force. The Guardian and her aides are entities that are capabal of hta, so unless situation has escalated more than the numerous well trained CFR agents, then, Leth
Earlier… GBA MMM! A loud bang exploded now and the ship suddenly rocked to the left violently. Bayo could only growl silently in pain as his head, in reaction to the sudan movement, bounced against the wooden bar just before his head, towards the left hand side of the bed. “What happened?” ROnke and Hana shouted almost immediately as they jolted out of the cabin, looks of questioning on their face towards the one at the cockpit. Shin. ‘Well…” Shin cried out to them, his head tilted upwards, looking at something which was beyond them. “We have company and they have real mood swings.” He said, tilting to the right with the steering wheel as he attempted to stabilise the ship now. ****