It was a regular day for new york, the humid overcast that usually cast itself over the city seemed to give an almost putrid smell as the day carried on. The streets were filled with bustling civilians with shopping bags or any other sort of item that would explain their simplicity. Of course, not everyone was like this as a young man named Duke walked into an ordinary sandwich shop off the corner of an ordinary street. Inside there played soft jazz music that enticed the ears of anyone listening and it was because of this that he visited on a regular basis.

Duke did what he usually did, ordering the same thing, and sitting in his normal spot. Although he enjoyed the weeks that he had not changed as an epileptic person enjoys not having seizures, there was still a longing for adventure, for excitement, for change...

Placing the headphones attached to his music player, the sounds of alternative rock played into the young man's head, another soothing substance to add into his mind. As he continued to sit, he placed his elbow onto the table with his palm on his chin, the calming music aiding him as he pondered.

"New York isn't as cool as I though it'd be..." He said to himself as he received a small sandwich from a lady who worked at the shop named Jill. She wasn't that important to him though, just a worker. That's how he viewed most people, not by who they were, but what they did that defined them. One thing that annoyed him at this time was a small child who sat at a table across him with his mother, playing with several toys, one of them was a dragon, and with it, he attacked the little soldiers that guarded his food. "Rotten kid."

Duke pulled his Mp3 from his hoody pocket switching the genre from the gentle melodies of classical music onto the riveting chords of ballads. He got up from his seat and stepped outside in order to get a breath of fresh air.

The intake of fresh air was exactly what Duke needed as he took a deep breath outside. He felt calmed, and the thoughts of the "evil dragon" seemed to fade. Still the aftertaste lingered, and it always would, but that would be something he would have to deal with. Looking in both directions, Duke then ran across a street and stopped when he reached the other. He didn't care too much for the law, as long as he did get caught.

"So, what to do now...? Shame Yubel isn't here, poor dog."

As Duke continued to walk aimlessly, he seemed to enter what appeared to be a location that was used to dispose of old cars and such. Of course, he was interested and looked around this small area. After a while Duke told himself that he didn't care, but started running anyways. He didn't quite understand his joy towards this place, but there it was.

Several minutes would pass with the young man exploring this area before the entire width would be covered. Nevertheless, he would scout the perimeter, noting the fact that there was no sign of life whatsoever. It was desolate, soothing... He would have loved it here had he not found a large guard dog tied to a pole.

"Stupid dog."

The thoughts of his own dog began to unleash itself back into his own head. In the past he had tried to forget, to relinquish the warm memories of his pet that had been there when no one else was. It was horrible, they poured into his head and he suddenly felt a small tremor in his head. There was nothing he could o, he knew what was coming next.

Decrepit destruction. A wonderland of waste. Towers of twisted metal and rivers of rust.

The unicorn walked slowly through the metropolis of machinery, picking his way carefully around the forlorn forms of abandoned appliances and the crusty carcasses of forsaken Fords. The broken bodies of neglected Nissans and desolate Dodges formed winding and unpredictable pathways through the lonely landscape.

The junkyard was deserted. Marvelously and wonderously deserted.

Here, in the middle of a city that was teeming with uncountable throngs of people, was a place that no one wanted to occupy. It was a place they sent things they no longer wanted, so they could buy new things to make them happy. Beloved belongings, long forgotten found their final resting place here.

It was a glorious graveyard.

If anyone could have seen the white form stepping carefully around the mountains of garbage, they would have thought he seemed out of place. Indeed, the unicorn had never been to a place quite like this before. The sheer amount of waste was a staggering testament to the type of lives that people led. It was interesting to see, at the very least. And it was nice to find a quiet place for thoughts and unicorns to run free for a short time before they had to be reined in again.

OOC: Hey Sebastian!

IC: Duke's eye's began to glow bioluminescently as the dog rose from its spot and began approach him. This could only hurt his feelings further, there were things in Duke's past that he did not need to remember, didn't even want them,but they were there. He felt his small metamorphosis coming on as he approached the dog, his words silently spoken from under his breath.

"Hey... Dog..."

The dog licked his hands then suddenly began barking ravenously as Duke slowly lifted his hand away, his head turning in small confusion. Several seconds passed and Duke lifted the small dog, breaking it from his leash and tossing it into the air onto a mountain of rubble that lay over to the side.

sniffle...

He had probably killed the dog, he wasn't sure, but he wouldn't want to find out. Duke screamed in agony as his feeling began to overcome him. His mind was exploding as if dynamite was placed and charged in his brain. He ran into the junk yard, onto old abandoned cars, and took his rage out through violent actions towards them.

Suddenly, something caught Duke's eye, he didn't know what it was or anything, but there was something. It looked interesting as it wandered aimlessly in the yard, probably inspecting its surroundings as it did. Duke hopped onto a pile of old cars and gazed at the creature. His eyes continued to glow the multicolors of purple of green as he pondered the future.

The unicorn lifted his head from where he had been sniffing at a dandelion, desperately trying to make a life for itself in the otherwise lifeless landscape. The unicorn had been trying to decide whether he should eat it when he heard a dog barking. He wondered why the dog was barking and why it had suddenly stopped. He turned to investigate just in time to see something large and dark colored flying through the air to crash against the hood of a car not far from where the unicorn stood. It was the dog.

Disturbed, the unicorn carefully made his way toward the crumpled form of the dog. He was not as alone as he had originally thought in this wasteland of wreckage. Someone was sending dogs flying through the air, not cool. Sebastian nosed at the dog. The dog was still, and there was a dark puddle forming on the already rust colored hood. He felt an icy burning tingle on his nose, which meant that, despite appearances, the dog was still alive, for he couldn't heal something that was already dead. Bending further, he touched his horn to the dog's back, letting the tingling fire of healing energy flow between them. The dog's breath shuddered and he lifted his head.

Both the dog and the unicorn jerked when they heard the anguished scream from across the yard, followed by sounds of crashing metal. Someone was taking out their frustrations on anything in the junkyard they could get their hands on, including the guard dogs. Very disturbing. The unicorn met the dog's eyes. You'd better go. The dog was only half healed, but thought better of sticking around any longer. He lurched to his feet and slid down the side of the car and limped away around the back of the trash heap.

The unicorn started toward the crashing sounds. He was curious by nature and had a less than healthy sense of self preservation. It probably came from being immortal. Nothing had killed him yet, so he figured that nothing would. He was curious, though, to know what it was like to die. He didn't particularly want to die, but nor was he afraid of death.

The crashing stopped as abruptly as it had started and an eerie silence descended upon the yard. The unicorn froze where he stood. The sounds of highways and cars were ever present on the winds, but none of the sounds originated from within the yard. The silence was no longer as welcome as it had been a few minutes before. Before it had meant solitude. Now it meant that some unknown thing was hidden nearby, waiting to do... who knew what?

What a creature... never before have I ever seen a creature of this sort before...

Duke spoke from under his breath as he continued to gaze at the animal from above the mountain of demolished cars. He had watched it help the dog he had thrown recover and at a rate not normally done by nature. It obviously meant good if it would help any other thing recover. As Duke continued to inspect the creature, his eyes continued to glow. The animal stopped and began to observe its surroundings, but there was always the possibility...

this... thing... what is it...?

The thought of this abnormal creature reminded him of himself, yet not. They were obviously different beings, but the fact that it seemed innocent only angered him. Why didn't he act like this, so calm and neutral, carefree and curious. He wanted to communicate with it before anything got out of hand.

"Hey, you, before long... You... Me... What kind of creature are you? Can you speak?"

Duke felt a little stupid, talking to an animal, but it had to be done. Although it looked harmless on the outside, the ability to aid other creatures from injuries opened the question of other powers. He needed to know whether it was friendly or not, he could feel his body morphing again...

The angry thing spoke. That meant it stood a chance of being rational. Maybe. At least now he knew where it was. The unicorn relaxed just a little bit and turned to face the creature sitting above him on one of the refuse heaps. It had a male voice, so Sebastian assumed it was actually a he. He looked like a he. A normal enough looking being that occasionally threw dogs and screamed like a banshee and smashed cars. The individual's eyes seemed to flash as he spoke, asking if the unicorn could speak back.

The unicorn lowered his head without taking his eyes off of the being above him and deliberately shook it twice, back and forth. I can't talk in this body.

Hopefully that would be a sufficient answer, for it was the only one that he was able to give at the moment. The unicorn suspected that it would not be sufficient. The individual above him seemed to be rather the irrational sort. Nevertheless, the unicorn was still curious about who he was. Was there such a thing as cautiously curious? Perhaps. Carefully, deliberately, the unicorn stepped closer to hulking man with the glowing eyes.

Gah, what is this creature, why is it here, what does it want.

Dukes could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins like a river flowing violently during a storm. Thoughts bursting forth from his mind with this unicorn as the subject, pondering about it's ability, it's intentions, what it too could possibly be thinking. Just these thoughts alone would cause his adrenaline to rise but to make matters worst the beast eye's met his as it stepped forward.

How dare it approach me, what possible insanity has entered this beasts mind, I must teach it some respect, I MUST!!!

Anger and rage pulsed through him, fury burning in his eye's, he could feel the transformation coming. Body twisting and cracking, his bones crunching apart and together as his very flesh tore apart. Within moments the hideously torn flesh would be replaced by a thicker blue complected skin, this would be only the first step however. Already arched from the twisting of his bones, a cracking could be heard echoing from his body, at first it would seem as if his very form was bubbling, one would quickly realize however this wasn't the case. From his back burst two large wings, black in color and dripping with the flesh and blood that previously covered them.

ARGGHHHHHH, please not again, AHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Standing atop the pile of wrecked cars, scarlet blood covering his pale blue flesh, the scene looked as though it had been picked from the mind of a twisted artists nightmare. Finally his jaw would jut forth from his skull as fangs protruded from his now neanderthal Esq head. Rage still crackling in his eye's he would grab one of the nearby cars and in the blink of an eye hurl it at the beast. It would crash where he thought the beast was and a cloud of dust would immediately erupt from the ground, he wasn't sure however if the car hit or not.

Foolish beast, think you can approach me, NOW YOU KNOW

Immediatly after hurling the destroyed vehicle at the unicorn he would use his wings to glide down the pile moving at approximately 25 mph across the land towards the beast. Deep in his mind he hoped the beast hadn't survived the car, for he knew that the nightmares he would inflict with his claws were far worse then any collision.

The unicorn froze as the sounds and smells of crunching bones and tearing flesh reached his delicate senses. His ears perked forward at full attention and his nostrils quivered at the scent of the blood. At first the humanoid beings flesh seemed to boil, then quite suddenly erupt outward. From within the former body of the glowing eyed man came a blue skinned dragonish bipedal creature whose eyes burned with an emotion not easily mistaken for friendliness.

Interesting transformation. It certainly is quick, but it seems like it would be much more painful that a slower transition.

The black wings unfurled, dripping with the creature's own blood. Or perhaps the former-man's blood. It was difficult to tell if this was the same creature, or a different one that had simply been lying dormant within the other, waiting for its opportunity to forsake its host and make its own gruesome way into the world. The unicorn couldn't help but wonder if the wings were functional.

The last of all to change was the creature's face. It bulged outward like a newly formed island exploding out of the ocean with all the fire and brimstone that shifting oceanic tectonic plates could muster. It's newly widened mouth seemed to be filled with wickedly sharp fangs. Certainly those were functional.

Quite suddenly the draconian creature picked up the ruined Volvo that had previously been resting in peace next to the azure scaled being and hurled it in the direction of the unicorn. The unicorn, being possession of fairly quick reflexes, swift and dainty hooves, and at least a small sense of self preservation, had already darted out of the way by the time the vehicle was launched. That maneuver answered two of the unicorn's questions. It seemed that the creature was indeed the same one that hurled dogs and smashed cars, it had merely graduated to a new form that was strong enough to hurl the cars themselves at other creatures that had done it no harm. The other question, whether or not the creature was rational, seemed to be pointing toward the negative.

The unicorn darted back and forth around the tall mounds of trash, nimbly choosing his path. By the time the dust from the car settled, the large alate lizard would hopefully be wondering where the unicorn had gone.

The unicorn, meanwhile, would be figuring out what to do next. His curiosity had been sated; he no longer wished to find out what sort of creature was lurking about in the formerly peaceful dump. The wisest thing to do, if he wanted his own skin to remain intact, would be to make a swift retreat. The responsible thing to do, however, was not perhaps the best for his own well being. There was no telling what that creature could or would do if he simply left. Perhaps it would calm down on its own. Unlikely. Chances were better that it would leave this place and bring its terror to some other place where the innocents were even less well equipped to deal with it than a normally peaceful unicorn.

In all likelihood, the unicorn needn't worry his little horned head about making the choice. The dragonling would probably be making the decision for him.

The dust settled and by the time the newly formed Duke had a chance to see whether his attack had any effect, the small goat creature had already disappeared. Perhaps it was under the rubble of the thrown, he couldn't tell, the smell of blood was not in the air aside his own and there was always the chance that it had gotten away. Nevertheless, this stirred Duke's curiosity and in his mind he wanted to continue the started hunt.

Well... Let the hunt begin...

Duke started by using his long bulky arms to propel himself down the hill of cars then using his newly formed wings to glide safely to the destroyed car. It was obviously wrecked, the car that is, but there was no sign of the goat as he lifted the car, tossing it too the side. Maybe the goat had a teleporting power? It was possible, but likely? Duke would continue looking for the creature.

Slowly carrying himself like a gorilla using his arms to move and then his wings to glide, Duke quickly began scaling the area, being quick to surely observe his surroundings as to not miss the goat if he were to pass it. The problem was that he didn't know where to start though, but at the pace he was going, they were bound to meet anytime.

Oh, Goatie, Goatie, come out, come out wherever you are...

Duke began to feel anxious as he couldn't seem to find his enemy and began tossing cars to the side for self-amusement. If he couldn't find his foe, the would wreck destruction to the environment and smoke it out. He smashed cars and old appliances and tossed them in random directions hoping that at least one of them would cause the goat to come out out hiding. The chance of this success was not likely though,and after this he would continue his search.

Once upon a time a fierce blue dragon and a curious white unicorn played a game in a the junkyard. The game they played was hide and seek. Now children, I know it seems far fetched, but I promise you every word is true.

In the junkyard game, the unicorn mostly played the part of the hider and the dragon played the part of the seeker. The reason for this was two-fold. For one thing, the blue dragon made far to much noise when he moved to be very good at hiding; every few steps he seemed to smash an Oldsmobile or topple a Frigidaire. The second reason was that the white unicorn was fairly certain that if the game were turned around the other way he would have been turned inside out. That, children, would not have been at all pleasant for the unicorn.

Truly, the game they were playing was a deadly one, no matter how you look at it. See, the dragon could talk, but he was irrational. The unicorn was rational, but mute. Perhaps if the unicorn had a voice to reason with, the unreasonable dragon would have listened. Because the unicorn couldn't talk, the blue scaled creature had listened to his instincts which had advised him that the unicorn was dangerous. Too bad for the unicorn the instincts had lied to the dragon.

The unicorn had instincts of his own, but he was not as inclined to listen to them as the dragon had been. His own instincts told him to run away, as fast and as far as he could. The instincts were selfish the unicorns' reason argued; the unicorn could be the only thing standing between the destructive energy of the rampaging, blue-scaled monster and the innocent people of the town. Duty chimed in on the side of reason, making the vote two to one. The unicorn had caused this problem, and it was now his job to fix it.

The only question was how could he fix it? Well, what would you do in that situation? You would try to come up with a plan. Then the plan would probably fail. But you would have a back up plan. Which would also probably fail. Plans, you see, are based on the logic that you can predict what is going to happen. And when there is a blue dragon rampaging his way through several tons of rusted metal and hungering for your goat-like hide on a platter, if he even bothered with trifles such as serve ware, it would probably only take you until plan J or K to realize that dragons are not at all predictable and you would probably skip straight to plan Q, which is, of course, to just wing it. In this case the unicorn's head was too busy listening for where the dragon-thing was to worry about alpha through pi, so he skipped right to winging it.

Carefully he crept (as carefully as a cloven hoofed animal can creep) closer to where the dragon was making all the racket, hopefully toward an area the dragon had already been in order to avoid where the dragon would be going next. Perhaps if he watched him, the unicorn supposed, he could figure out... something, like what the creature was thinking or mayhap what he himself should do next would come to him like a spring rain dousing a parched lawn that hast not drunk all winter.

OOC: Creative Sebastian, creative...


IC: Continuing off from where it was last stated, the battle and destruction starved dragon raged through the battlefield as if it were his own little playground.. Like the entity that would end all life, it seemed to glide over the terrain, each passing second searching for its target. It flew over destroyed vehicles and old empty shells of appliances. Its eyes glowed like the fire of a lava lamp, its claws like the carvings of a madman.

AAAGHHH...!!! HELP ME!!!

The being inside of the dragon screamed as he felt his humanity slipping away. He was quickly losing his identity, something he held dear. He wanted to keep it but at the same time, he was hungry, hungry to tear this goat into shreds and devour its insides. He was losing control. He knew on the inside that the only way to end this was to either win, or over exert himself so that he may revert back into his lonesome human form. He would succumb to his form.

If... if I can't... can't stop this on the inside... I'll end it on the outside....

The search for the unicorn continued, but no matter where he searched, the dragon boy could not find it. It was as if it had completely disappeared from reality. Nevertheless, he would persevere through this paradox and trash more items in search. After searching for a while, his nose began to smell something, it was an odor of a sort. He didn't know what it was, but he would follow it. As he did so, he was led to a dumpster. He was obviously improving his sense of smell in this form, but it was not helping in the least bit.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE..."

Duke turned around and noticed that the unicorn had been tailing him. That was why he couldn't find him, but now here it was, right in his sight. It was a good distance away, but still in his view. Whether the unicorn noticed Duke's gain in knowledge was still in the air, but he wouldn't let him learn for too long. Duke quickly glided in the air and reached out his claw. He had been previously throwing items across the field, but now he would perform a straightforward attack.

The unicorn heard the dragon bellow out an enraged and uncompleted inquiry as to his location. At least, he assumed that he was the “little...” to which the dragon was referring. The unicorn watched him sniff and glide his way towards a dumpster, and got ready to dash into a new hiding place while the dragon was busy inspecting the...

The dragon's head swiveled. Even from his location, the unicorn could see the dragon's nostrils quivering. Stupid downwind. He finished scampering down the junk pile as the dragon swooped toward him, claws extended. The unicorn tumbled as a claw scraped across his back leaving a fine trail of red. He stumbled the rest of the way to the ground, found his footing again and was off, ducking here and there between garbage mountains. Their game of hide and seek had just been upgraded to tag.

He doubled back around a rusty car heap, scampered up the side like his mountain goat relative and prepared to... Was he really preparing to attack the dragon? The peaceful little unicorn would never think of attacking someone would he? In self defense, perhaps. For the protection of others, yes indeed.

He didn't have fangs or claws or wings or super strength, but he did have four sharp hooves and a set of teeth that were none to dull. His horn was likewise sharp, but had the tendency to heal wounds as it inflicted them. It caused pain, but not lasting damage. The unicorn wasn't interested in lasting damage anyway. Just enough to put the dragon out of commission long enough to switch back into a form in which he could talk some sense into it. Or maybe tire it out enough that it would switch back into whatever smaller form it was before.

He waited. If it glided below him, he'd attempt to slash at it with his hooves. If it was above him, he'd try to slice at its tender stomach with his horn.

Along his own back, the cut was already healing, leaving only a red stain on his fur.