Bayo tore along the rocky plains, flanked on both sides by IronSpike Tailed Dogs, barking eagerly. In Front of them,some few meters was a horned Hind Bear growling as it thundered towards them.
The bear closed in on Bayo, lifting a paw to smack down but he crouched, avoiding the paw by inches. Another IronSpike Dog leapt over him, homing on the Bear's face with a crunching bite, pulling the head down as it was flung off by a paw.
Whining, the dog landed on the soft fur of a nearby dog, both of them whimpering. The alpha, Bayo spared a glance towards the dog before swirling around for a head smack with its tail.
Growling, he infused over 20 points of energy into his tail, heating it up before ramming hard on the bear.
Being an Alpha was hard!
Being an alpha, meant that sometimes you had to take things by the horn, close your eyes to sympathy and home in. With that in mind, he crouched, as the other dogs swarmed the bear, biting and ramming its body with their tails.
Bayo pawed frantically, howling out a call. At that, the dogs retreated, leaving a munched up and furious bear bellowing as various bites marks and slam points started closing up.
'Not so fast, Bear. You're food for the pack.' Bayo whispered, charging forward with a blur as his tail began to take a distinct hue of hot red.
'Yasmin, add another 30 points to the initial 20 and give me the heat to roast a bear.' Bayo commanded , his paw pounding heavily in the ground.
He was infusing 50 points of energy. Not that it mattered much to him now. Over the time he had been able to ascend into Ground Class and even pushed his energy limit higher allowing him absorb more energy without significant drawbacks.
So, giving 50points of energy to roast a bear with law affinity wasn't too much.
No, not when he was Alpha.
He twisted his body, turning a complete ninety degree left, avoiding a paw swipe as he presented his hot business zone.
Then...
KRASSSSHHHHH...
Bayo's spike clubbed tail smacked heavily against the snout. The force at which it landed, crushed the snout in, roasting flesh and sending out little flickers of heat.
The bear growled in pain, as it staggered about, pawing frantically. Without wasting time, Bayo lunged for the neck, piercing with his claws for a better hold as he bit into the soft region.
CRUNCH!
'Bloodline Detected. Absorbing Bloodline.' Yasmin interrupted with a prompt.
'Yasmin, Can you just not absorb the bloodline? I feel bad already that I had to spend over 300 energy points to grow the horned Hind Bear bloodline. So don't make me feel worse by absorbing it now when I have no use for it.' Bayo raved.
The Horned Hind Bear shuddered, it's raging aura dying off as the entire pack of IronSpike Tailed Dogs set themselves upon it, biting, clawing and smashing it furiously.
Finally, the bear fell,hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
'About time, Bear. We've got a whole big meal on ground.' Bayo muttered mentally. But he wasn't however looking forward to the bear meal. Being the alpha of a fast growing pack, he knew he had to sacrifice some times for the pack. Maybe it was his beast instincts or maybe just a part of him that really wanted to care for something.
But whatever it was, he had come to embrace it as part of him. Grunting, he trotted off, thoughts of where to find his own meal in his mind.
Usually, he would visit the energy resource pool but over time, the pool had run dry of fishes leaving him empty. He had planned to find another pool but never did he once set himself to do that. After all, he had a pack now so why bother?
Trotting further, he soon left the plains as taller trees began to appear, the vegetation becoming thicker. He moved on, looking left and right continuously in search for something big and luscious.
He had expended a lot of energy. 50points? That was really something. Actually it wasn't earlier but without the pool, it was something now.
The vegetation rustled to his right making the Latent Stealth Dog's ears erect. Slowly, he turned, accessing the vegetation at the right.
"I tell you, I tell you. This whole hunt thing is nothing but a waste. Find the lightning fist chimp as at now? What a joke!" A thick, croaky voice shot up, rising in crescendo.
Bayo's ears flexed. Lightning Fist Chimp? The one that he found poisoned and he attacked? That rare type monkey was actually important?
"Oh shut up! Are you all Grakons this noisy? We are in a hunt, remember?" An irritated voice retorted.
"Oh yea? Grakon or not, is there any sense in all of this?" The same thick voice sounded with a lower tone now.
"Of course! This just goes to show to the Adzes that we don't just take orders from anyone. Forget the fact that Lord Meados is being diplomatic, the center for forest reserve is not so diplomatic however." A shrill, feminine voice sounded, much closer than the others.
Bayo shuddered, shaking his body. What did he think he was doing here?
Boy, hit the road.
With that thought, Bayo's limbs shook as he gathered momentum.
"Hey, look at this doggie here. We could have it for camp food, guys." A rough looking bearded figure of a Giant with scales under his eyes wearing a dull orange robe pointed.
"Ah, yes. We should camp here. Uh. It's running off?" A slimmer and nearer figure with a blue jeweled forehead replied. The figure donning black leather armor with a hood frowned, watching the Dog tear off with frantic energy.
SMACK!
"Don't be stupid, Arenae. Iron spike Tailed Dogs are literal cowards by themselves." The rough looking figure smacked the shoulder of Aenae with his large palm.
"Heyyyy..." Aeneas protested, wincing.
"Quiet, you too. That's choice meat getting away. We must not allow it get back to its pack." The female drakon amongst them rose her two hands up.
"Allow me, Ronke. My dragon wants to play."
Ronke turned towards the rough giant humanoid.
"Alright. Prove your Grakon worth, Denre." Ronke said with a smirk.
With a brief nod, Denre plummeted a feet into the ground, before boosting up into the air. The air swirled, whistling around the grakon, inadvertently creating a cloud of fierce winds around him. Thundering on, the grakon reached its maximum height and dropped heavily down.
THUD!
Denre landed, crouching into the earth to lessen drawback from his landing. With that one jump, he had lessened the distance between his prey immensely. Denre stretched, extending to his full height of 8feets, he stretched his hands up, weaving some symbols.
Behind him, various inscriptions appeared, burning into pure white energy as the silhouette of an even larger creature.
Startled, Bayo howled. He had been thrown off the ground by the tremendous crash behind him. While scrambling to his paws, he watched, warily the giant of a creature weaving symbols.
And now, he whimpered even as the air shimmered, the cloud of dust clearing off to reveal a dragon.
'Yasmin, scan them both.' Bayo ordered, his heart thumping furiously in his chest.
What was it with these people?
He only wanted to live, to live his new life to the fullest, but...
The dragon flexed it's neck as it took a cursory look at its surroundings. Two large horns sprouted from the red scales dragon's skull forehead, three spikes of bones also sprouted at strategic points on its wings with a fish like tail, the fin entirely composed of razor sharp bones. All together with its red scales and somewhat orange figure ,the dragon looked ghoulish.
And fierce!
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Name: Denre
Specie: Grakon
Soul Status: Elite
Energy: 53 490/ 56 000
Ability: Bulk Smash
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An evolved variant of the dragons crossbred with Giant bloodline. The hulking dragon humanoid in its evolution lost its Fire breathing ability but gained the ability of bulk smash. A smash move where it condenses energy into a part of the body and uses it to strike critical damage
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Ragore
Specie: Striker Dragon - Mythic Type
Soul Stage: Omni
Energy: 440,000/440,00
Ability: Flame breath, Vicious Claws
The Ragore Mythic Type dragon is a vicious beast known for it remarkable prowess at using its wings, claws and tails as weapons via the special placement of offense focused sturdy but sharp bones.
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"Ragore, Hunt, you have my order. Bring it alive." Denre spoke, pointing at the stunned Bayo.
Just then, a howl sounded off. And another, followed by the furious pounding of paws, towards the scene.
At that, Bayo's tail wagged.
His pack was coming.
Which was bad!
'Think, Bayo, Think. How do I save my pack?' Bayo mentally struggled.
"Wait? How come we hadn't noticed since?" Ronke muttered, eyes widened. They were standing at a considerable distance away from the main scene, watching as IronSpike Tailed Dogs graced the horizon.
"That it's an Alpha? Come on, who would have known?" Aeneas replied, rubbing his jeweled forehead.
"Look carefully, Aeneas, that dog is not an Ironspike Tailed Dog but yet it is the alpha of an ironspike pack. Something just isn't adding up." Ronke replied, frowning slightly.
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, B
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,
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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. ****