RP:You and I

The cave is lightly lit with the lanterns of the exiled. As you step into the area you find this place rather unwelcoming and uncomfortable. You see several made beds laying about the floor of the cave made of leathers and furrs. You can go in no other direction but to the north from here.

/walks in to the cave. It's dim torches flickering the breeze. The wind gently blowing threw the empty cave. With each step that he took his boots echoed off the cave walls. Riotka senses had drawn him here. He felt like he was nearing somethings he needed. As he approached the cave wall the pendent on his chest began to glow. He could feel the energies here flowing together, gaining strength. Suddenly he was yanked into the air by the pendent. He regretted having dropped his sword as he was lifted high in the center of the icy cave. As he held on to avoid being chocked his eyes caught a glimpse of the pendent's images and unknown letters moving and reforming into different ones. All still so foreign to Riotka. Just as soon as it reached the top of the room he felt it. It was for lack of a better word 'void'. It's felt as if his soul had left and a breeze flowed right threw his. Riotka's eyes widen as he was jerked by the pendent at great velocity. Head first into the wall he traveled. Just before he smashes into the wall he sees what looks to be his shadow.....but something is different, It's too dark, it looks more as if it's in the wall with outstretched arms. It's form seeming to have an aura. Just as he finishes this thought, his head smashes the wall. Falling seems to be in slow motion as ice crystals rain slowly around his as he finally falls to the floor. His head hurting but he could breath now. As he hits the floor something blurs over the top of his vision just for a moment. Coughing blood and gasping for air, Riotka raises his head to see Armored boots. Gold and black, the ends looked to have been sharped, as his eyes scaled the most impressive armor when they reached his head for the first time in a long time he felt fear. His face appeared to be that of Riotka. The only differing factor was the trible like tattoos across his face. Riotka couldn't help but to lock eyes with the tattooed Riotka. His eyes cold. His nose in the air his eyes staring down. Putting the Helmet on his voice scratched a

deep introduction as he pointed to himself. "Vicias". Riotka managed to his feet as the name rang threw the cave and his head. It was so familiar, and inside it made that void feeling grow. It was like he wanted to feel the anticipation of something truly horrible.As Riotka looks back up Vicias changes. Again looking just as Riotka does in his Crystalline form. "Get up.......fight....." At this point Riotka remembered and realized something. His armor, he had changed it too. It was seemed to have stretched of sorts and changed form like it was made for that dragon all along. In his head Riotka was thinking that was one of the maneuvers he was thinking of trying. Vicias's armored claw moves on finger gesturing to come forth. Riotka's anger flared. That was something he might of done, but how arrogant. Riotka now decided that no matter if he was specter or demon he was to die. Changing into a dragon him self he let a deep slow growl flow from his maw. Inside the hole grew. His soul beating the same song, " i want more,i want more, i want more." and the way he yearned now to fight. Like he had being living for this moment and opportunity to destroy such a foe. His mouth drooled with anticipation as the two dragons circled a single torch that had been knocked to the floor. It had yet to go out, but each breeze threatened it's last breath be stolen away. His body and mind clam , Riotka's soul screams uncontrollable. The only sign of such being the ferocity in which his eyes glowed. As the torch finally fades all the can be seen in the cave is the sparks that dance off the two dragons as they clash in the dark. The pale light of outside reflects a little off the snow and inside. Instinct and the change in air presser around one's body was the only way to truthfully know where the attack was coming from. Riotka sets all fours. Sensing he was in his sights Riotka let the hatred flow forth, from what seemed to be the bottom of his soul he released flames that jetted pure white.Not having time to think he blocked and counterattacked. Riotka amazed and dazzled by the technical form and perfection of his strikes. Not one could be affordable to miss. Locking claws as they thrust forth together, attempting to pull similar moves at the same time. Both Dragons flaming at the mouth clashed heads and attempted to throw the other off balance. As Riotka took a risk and charged successfully to bite the other in the neck, he fond his enemy had already found Riotka's shoulder. Both digging their teeth into the other with the pain of the inflicting wound driving the jaw's closing power. Ripping his shoulder away from the other dragon he back hands the shadow dragon. Jumping to the air he again lets flames flow forth until he feels as if his insides were going to poor out. Not wanting to give his opponent a change to recover, he charged threw the flames. almost surprised he was blocking them for the most part he takes his body and slams his weight at full speed into him. Slamming into the wall so hard it shook the cave. Ice fell from the ceiling as Riotka grabs the downed dragon and twist and turns with all his might. Hurling the Shadowy dragon into the back wall again.The pains in his shoulder and body feeding the rage his felt. his soul screams in bloody rage 'DIE!'. With a faint smile on his face he flys after him. By this time he was recovering. His armor cracked feel from his body as he rose. Time again seemed to slow. The half collapsing cave still rained dangerous massive icicles and snow. The glittered threw the time light. Riotka charging harder than ever as he let loose a mighty rose threw the air. He felt a feeling as though no matter what or whom would stand in his way right now he would strike them down. If it be his love, or even god himself. Riotka's rage knew no bounds ...it just kept growing. In the charge that seemed to last forever Riotka's eyes lock with Vicias's eyes as he rises to his feet slowly. As Riotka neared striking distance of the cornered foe. He heard Vicias's words in his mind, 'now you understand me...remember me...and the ways of the old Riotka Vicias'. At this point Riotka had closed the distance, but to his surprise Vicias was holding his head up looking down his nose at the charging Riotka, his arms opened as to accept the blow. Riotka was too close now to change direction. The moment his claws touched Vicias's neck time resumed. Riotka felt the blood slip over his claws as they past threw the neck. Crashing in the wall snow plumed up every where. The injured Riotka looking for the corpse. The cavern torches spontaneously relight themselves along the walls. Leaving the bleeding Riotka staring into the wall. The shadow standing above him with arms crossed. "Don't forget me....I've never forgotten you." the shadowy figure in the wall dissipates slowly. The ping of metal is heard as the pendent drops to the floor. Riotka picks it up and watches as the images slowly go back to their former places.