This is CloudStorm, a Hero Fury adopted from GreenCheekParot on the SoD forums.

CloudStorm is the guardian dragon of The Yeluintain Isles, protecting all the dragons on the isle.

CloudStorm stalked silently through the many connecting tunnels that led through the mountain he called home. He'd heard dragons letting out distress calls not too long ago; mainly from Monstrous Nightmares and Deadly Nadders. From what he could tell by the calls, an violent dragon had decided to take residence on the normally peaceful island. As if CloudStorm would let that happen.

Slipping through a side tunnel from the main one, he was greeted with a cold gust of wind. Raising his right wing to keep the wind from continually whipping at his eyes, he hopped down from the ledge the tunnel had lead down, landing on thanfully solid ground. Unlike most Night Furies (I know he's a Hero Fury, that'll come up later), he lacked the dark scales that helped camoflauge the almost extinct species in the dead of night. Of course, since his scales were such a light blue-white color, he could easily camoflauge himself in the clouds- hence his name. Shaking his head slightly and raising his ear-fins, he looked around, light white eyes scanning his surrounds for an form of enemies.

Lowering his head and bounding forward, his sharp ears quickly picked the shrieking distress call of a Deadly Nadder. Spinning around on his feet, he took to the air, heading West in search of the source. It was only about ten minutes when he spotted the Deadly Nadder and the offending dragon that had triggered the distress call. A large StormCutter towered over the surprisingly small Deadly Nadder, fangs bared with its pupils tiny black slits. Diving down in front of the Deadly Nadder and facing the StormCutter with a harsh snarl, CloudStorm coud easily tell why there had been so many distress calls. A dragon of this- and a StormCutter at that- would cause most of the friendly dragons here on the island to turn tail and fly as far away as possible.

The StormCutter, distracted from the Deadly Nadder, hissed furiously before rearing back as CloudStorm fired a waring shot dangerously close to its wing. When the StormCutter failed to take the hint and instead stalked forwards, growling, CloudStorm quickly took to the air so he was eye-level with the StormCutter. Firing three plasma blasts was enough to make the StormCutter back away, cowering slightly. Of course, StormCutter tended to be a prideful species so the opposing dragon merely stepped forwards again, refusing to back down completely. Lunging downwards and scoring his claws down the StormCutter's face seemed to give it the hint as it flailed backwards, much to CloudStorm's satisfaction. Firing three more plasma blasts at the StormCutter, it reluctantly flew off, casting CloudStorm a furious glare and a loud roar before vanishing from sight.

Returning to the rocky ground, CloudStorm turned his head towards the Deadly Nadder, checking over the dark purple dragon for any injuries. Finding none, CloudStorm tilted his head to the said. "Are you injured in any way?" The Deadly Nadder did nothing but stare for a few minutes before shaking its head frantically. "No, no, I'm not hurt! Bu-but thank you for getting rid of that dragon! It's been bothering everyone." Pleased that the friendly Nadder wasn't hurt in any way, CloudStorm flicked his ear-fins upwards. "Have you any idea why that StormCutter was terrorizing everyone?" CloudStorm questioned curiously, tucking his wings against his sides. Shaking its head, the Nadder replied, "I think it wanted this to be its home and didn't want anyone else here?" Pausing for a few seconds, the nadder added, "But still, thank you! You're a..a Hero Fury!" The Nadder bounced up sharply, sudden excitement flashing in its eyes as it quickly zoomed off to inform the other dragon's of this 'Hero Fury'.

CloudStorm tilted his head to the side before shrugging and flying off in the opposite direction.

Perhaps he really was a Hero Fury.

This is Tyuinain, my Dullahandramon adopted from NightmareRebuff.

"Beware the village that never sleeps,

Beware the creature that never stops.

Never enter this creature's home,

Never venture to this broken horror,

Through the trees and into the silence.

In that village,

The creature follows,

Should he catch you,

You're doomed to meet your demise."

Of course, this seemingly nonsensical horrid tale told to children meant nothing to Taylor. She couldn't care less about this lame story told to frighten children at night. She definitely couldn't care about dying as she didn't believe that there was anything even at that pathetic, broken and destroyed village.

 

She did, however, care about venturing into the "broken horror".

 

Nothing had ever managed to scare the 20-year-old daredevil, and she would never give any creature the pleasure of frightening her. Rolling her eyes, she hopped into the chair at her desk and searched up the old tale, oddly called "The Dullahandramon". Rolling her eyes once again at the strange tale's strange name, she scrolled through the websites that the internet provided her, going through seven pages of random and unhelpful websites when one finally caught her.

 

It's title was almost as odd as the tale itself. It was merely called, "Beware the Deadly Armored Horror". Shaking her head in disbelief of the title, she clicked onto the website and was promptly greeted with a black and grey screen with the words "Beware the Deadly Armored Horror" in big, horribly bright red words at the top. Cringing at the obnoxiously bright letters, Taylor flicked her pale brown gaze to the subtitles as she scrolled down the page, stopping when she spotted a subtitle called, "Location of the Deadly Armored Horror". Taylor shook her head again, snickering under her breath- whoever made this website was crazy. 

 

Scrolling down at a slower pace, she noticed the location's area, with a picture of the village to go with it. "Aruan Village, located in Washington...surrounding towns are Ulley Town, Yurami Town and Tyuinain Town.." Taylor mumbled under her breath, mentally cheering as she read the final town's name aloud. Thankfully, she lived in Tyuinain Town, just on the outskirts- apparently the closest area to the supposedly abandoned Aruan Village. 

 

Smirking in triumph at managing to get some details as to where the village was, she pushed herself up from her chair, and headed towards her bed. She'd head to Aruan Village tomorrow, she decided.

 

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Taylor glanced around curiously as she rode her black and purple mountain bike along a rocky path that had opened up as she got closer to what she assumed was Aruan Village. She had slept for quite a while and she'd woken up at around 6:00 P.M. She didn't care though. She had a light hooked onto her bike that was currently on and a small bag slung over her back with four flashlights in it, all with new batteries- she wasn't scared, no, but she didn't know whether or not a serial killer was there or something.

 

At the very least, she'd have multiple light sources that she could easily use should she run into anything. Granted, the most dangerous creature she'd encountered so far was a squirrel that she accidently crushed with her bike's tires. She felt bad for the innocent squirrel.

 

Finally, after what she assumed was at least an hour, the village came into view. By now, it was at least 9:30 P.M. seeing as she had woken up at 6:00 P.M. and left at 8:00 P.M. Dismounting her bike, Taylor fished one flashlight out of her bag and flicked it on, turning to face the village. A weird sense of dread crept into her mind as she did, but she simply shook it off. Nothing scared her. Nothing would even scare her. And this lame, torn up, broken down village would absolutely not scare her. She hoped, anyways,

 

Approaching the village, however, seemed to increase the horrible feeling of dread even more. Gritting her teeth and running her free hand through her blue-dyed hair, she continued forwards, waving the flashlight about warily. After looking around after a good ten minutes, she approached the only house that wasn't completed broken. Peering inside, she mentally noted the claw marks on the wall. And the smell of blood. Now that she thought about it, the blood seemed to be accompanied with a weird metal-y smell. Kind of like copper- even though blood did smell like copper already. Hesitantly creeping towards the largest area of stained blood, her shoulders hunched inwards in what she prayed wasn't fear, she knelt down to observe it. She brushed the light from her flashlight over the area, confusedly noticing a broken, tiny piece of...silver? Or was that bronze? Perhaps copper?

 

She shook her head, not really knowing which it was as she pushed herself up to her feet and quickly left that house. Approaching a larger house, which was far more broken, she could have sworn a low growl passed through the doorway- at least, she assumed it was the doorway. The door was gone and the wall had other door-shaped smashes in it. Stepping inside through one of the possible doorways, her entire body went tense as a louder growl rang through the damaged area. Taylor barely had enough time to register the fact that this was probably the blacksmith's house when she found herself screeching in frantic panic and fear as an odd, mist-like creature lunged from out of the dark, metallic armor flashing briefly as it chased after her- the moment she caught glimpse of it, she booked it towards her bike.

 

Desperately praying to whatever higher power there might be that she wouldn't hidethat night, she noticed the metal gleam of her bike, leaned up against a tree. She'd dropped her flashlight, she barely realized, and thanked everyone she knew in her that the moonlight passed over her bike. Grabbing it by the handles, she suddenly found herself becoming hyper-aware of the sounds of slamming footsteps and the clanking of metal behind her as she sprinted forwards a few steps before hopping onto her bike and slamming her feet down on the pedals.

 

She spared a glance over her shoulder, being able to see the creature slightly. It's armor seemed darker than it should be in the night, yet the red mist that made up its form and its practically glowing red eyes was unmistakable. She forced her feet harder against the pedals as she turned her gaze forwards quickly, hardly aware of the trees flashing past her. Taylor was even less aware when she realized that something had popped her bike's back tire. She didn't even notice as something snapped around her neck and when something stabbed into her stomach.

 

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A female reporter, dressed in a black and white pan-suit, faced the high-tech camera being carried by some random camera-man that is highly unimportant to the backstory. "From what doctors told us," the reporter- Amanda- explained, her voice serious. "The fatal wounds inflicted on 20-year-old Taylor Seyluina were caused by an unknown creature. Doctors say that the wounds had the distinct scent of copper, silver and bronze, and scientists ran tests that revealed that something of those matierals had, in fact, mysteriously been the cause of Taylor's death."