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Ok... So, I've decided to try and win some gold in the arena. Therefore, I used a little funds available to me (thanks to all the good people whom have donated to me in my quest for a devils tail) and have used items available to creat a spiffy design. With said submission, though, goes a small character story to explain the look of the avi. So, I wrote it down without writing any specific names for characters except for Lynx (my protangonist in the story and my name here on gaia ^_~!). Anyways, to set the scene, Lynx is a Draegonian (A person from a race of beings able to transform into dragons) and he is a knight. He's been fighting evil with his companions and thwarting the plans of a wicked demon sorceror. In this scene, his friends are captured and he had set off foolshly into the demon's keep to rescue them. However, he get's his can handed to him and is left a heap of broken and bleeding upon the floor... So, here is where my tale begins:

Bested... Before the awesome strength of the Demon sorceror, Lynx had found himself neigh unto submission; bloodily beaten and gasping for his breath on one knee. Forcing his sword into the ground was all he could do to support himself now as he wheezed and panted exasperatedly before smirking fiend. Every breath was a tortured, nerve-rending gasp as he coughed and sputtered up more blood that was seeking to fill his lungs. Every second was passing like an eternity as his battered mind reeled in it's daze. His equally destitute friends held by chains to the walls about him; they called and cried out to him. They urged him not to give up but, they were not in his boots. No, this battle had proved to be his folly; a desire to rescue his friends and belief in his own strength having lead to what appeared to be his downfall...

The Demon, grinning wryly upon the suffering and destitution of this young Draegonian knight, lifted himself down from whence he hovered and began to take quiet steps across the cold, vile stone floor of his lofty tower keep. His mind throbbing, Lynx used nearly all the strength he had left in just raising his head to stare as the beast approached. The darkly clad sorceror simply smiled, clapping his hands mockingly as he approached. "I must say... I'm quite impressed, Youngling...", He cooed out in his most sweetly sarcastic tone. "There are only an extreme few whom have been able to face my might and find themselves still breathing, let alone kneeling. Truely extrodinary..."

Lynx wanted to say something back, but found that try to vocalize anything ended in a hoarse wheeze and a wave of terrible suffering. He whences at this, but doesn't take his eyes off of the fiend... Which speaks everything the cur needed to know. Seeing the rage and turmoil that burned in those jade eyes, he chuckles devilishly to himself. Standing now in front of the Draegonian, the Devil kneels itself down to meet Lynx's eye level; as calm and callouse as the grave which this place was seeming more and more likely to be. Mirthfully, he gave the boy a grin that showed off his devilish, shark-esque teeth in all of their vile, acid stained glory. "I can see it in you, you know...", he announced to the youth,"The hatrid you have for me. The desire to kill me where I stand. The darkness that oozes off of you like the very blood and sweat that escapes you... It's all there!"

One of his companions cries out against the devil sorceror. She claims that such vileness could never exist within the Draegonian. The demon hisses at her to be silent before willing the chains that bound her to cut into her flesh. Lynx's eyes widen at this and the flames of the torch lit walls began to rage in response to the knight's anger. The demon turns his head back in a flash and gives out an impish chuckle. "Oh-Ho! So you DO still have some strength left in you, do you? Your body... your mind... NEIGH! Your SOUL yearns to slay me now, does it?" The demon holds his arms out to his side; spreading his own skeletal wings from his back as he made a show of his own strength and lowered the flames back to narrowly becoming embers. Still staring at Lynx, the fiend pronounces,"Not with your strength or the strength of a hundred like you, could you EVER hope to over come me..." Drawing his wings back unto himself and folding his arms upon his knees before the youngling, the demon produces an unnaturally sugar sweet smile as he leans towards the boy's ear to whisper in a most seducing manner,"But, there is a way..."

Pushing himself back from his kneeling position, the fiend launches himself backwards to stand upon his feet some few feet away. His robes flutter as he flys backwards; runic glittering within the dim torchlight as he flew. His garments settling, the sorceror stares down upon the knight with a seriousness that could chill death's ebon heart. withdrawing his boney hand from his sleeve, he points to the dragon and proclaims,"Give in to your Rage...! Your hatrid...! Subcome to the inner Turmoil of your soul and cast off the light that dwells within! Only then can you obtain the true power of your blood-line and defeat me! Only then can you become a true Red!"

His friends called out to him from the walls where they were chained. All of them pleading and begging for him not to listen. The Demon growls in his fury for them to be silent and the chains begin to cut into all of them. Lynx could here their cries of agony and dispair. They were suffering... They were hurting... They were being killed before his very eyes. Annoyedly, the sorceror turns his focus back the the knight upon the floor and barks demonicly out,"CHOOSE NOW, BOY! EMBRASS YOUR DARKNESS OR EMBRASS THEIR DEATHS!" Lynx's eyes watched their terror in complete horror as those words drilled into his very essence. And, in that moment, he who had lived his life by faith, trusting in the power of Good and light, faltered within. Closing his eyes, Lynx prayed mentally,"Heaven forgive me... God forgive me...! But, what choice have I...? I have no choice!!!" He focuses mentally upon that divine flame which burnt within his heart and then, with all the will of his dark dispise for the sorceror and his will for vengence, he blankets the flame in darkness; seemingly effective enough to snuff out the light.

The boy's eyes flew wide and a sudden hellish roar emits from the boy's battered form; like the summonings of the very host of hell. The demon looks on with a smile as his friends sit their in an helplessly stunned stupor. A pyre of malevolent purple flames encircled the Draegonian now and explode upwards through the very roof of the tower. Terrible, sickly green and darkest ebony suddenly fill the sky above as the unholy transformation begins. Raised upwards from the floor, Lynx's eyes turn dark as his hair becomes a bleached white within the circle. His battered and broken wings begin to mend and suddenly exploded into flame upon his back. The armor he wore is stripped away within the terrible glow and his own draconic scales began to darken pulse with sadistic power. His pendent fuses into his flesh as, from his onyx-scaled flesh, a terrible red orb grows from just above his heart. The crown of the phoenix he wore is estinguished and twists itself to form a silver Gargoyle's tiara upon his skull. Eyes closed and wounds sealed across his body, the unholy transformation completes itself as it sets him upon his feet gently upon the floor. Scales and red veins pulsate upon this darkness born dragon and midnight colored lids opened to reveal glowing fluorescent emerald eyes. The being looks about him to those he once called friends and then falls onto he whom was the target of his malice. The demon grins excitedly as he motions for the Dragon to come at him. Violet flames dying about him now, the boy that was Lynx reaches down and rips his sword free from the stone floor. The holy blade twists it's form to match the knights new appearance as a Gorgon design replaces that of the holy star. Baring teeth now as he raises his blade, The boy howls his madness throughout the hall which only insights the devils laughter. At last, the Unholy transformation was complete.

"Come at me, boy!", The sorceror beckons," Come at me with all of your rage, your malice, and your spite!" To this challenge, the young one lunges forwards across the battlefield... His female companion weeping as she looks away in despair and prays...

And there ya go ^_^! I hope that you all enjoyed this. Sorry I couldn't post it with my submission, but they wouldn't allow anything past 1,000 symbols ¬_¬;;... Anyways, much love and do vote for me if you will. I'd appreciate it ^_~!
~Lynx D.