Snippet #2567915

Mark glanced at the shadows once more, now noticing that his own was dancing as well even though he stood still. "It would appear so, My Queen...." he said calmly. It may sound like something a smart-ass would say, but then, Mark was a smart-ass, and he didn't know what else to say. "Come on....we need to get that last piece for Anna." He said encouragingly.

With that he took Elsa's clawed hand in his gauntlet-ed hand gently, knowing he'd be safe from the scales and claws as long as he had the gauntlet on. He then started walking forwards, towards the cave. Towards the Shard of Eden. Towards the Blackness. There was no sound whatsoever as Mark and Elsa walked through the forest; nothing at all, aside, of course, from their own breathing and footsteps on the ground.

It was when they reached the clearing of the Cave, however, that all was absolutely silent. The Shadows stopped their dancing, the beating stopped, the rumble stopped.

Everything stopped.

The Shard of Eden sat on its pedestal at the mouth of the cave, glowing violently bright as it sensed the presence of the other Shards.

....

Everything was silent for a good solid minute; even Ulnaus was still, sensing something dangerous his feathers were puffed up to make him look like the size of a small car. Suddenly a branch snapped, and all hell broke loose Tendrils lurched forward from the mouth of the cave and from behind Elsa and Mark, coiling around everything they could grab. Ulnaus was smashed instantly and vanished from sight as Mark's pain broke his focus and made the bird vanish. The tendrils grabbing Mark coiled around his ankles and wrists, holding him up in the air while more tendrils coiled around his neck and waist, stopping him from letting out any noises whatsoever.

The Tendrils that darted for Elsa suddenly stopped, however and seemed to dance around her; swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the beat which had returned, and the rumble that shook the ground beneath her Assassin Queen of Arendelle. In the blackness of the cave red mist began to swirl and form into two red orbs of pure hatred and anger. These red orbs glowed hot like coals from the deepest pits of hell imaginable, and black slits ran down the center, marking where the pupils were.

"Xarzith Darastrix" a dark, malevolent voice called out to Elsa. This language it spoke seemed a bit similar to Nordic, but had many other variations from other languages. All of it culminated into this ancient language known only to those who possess the mental capacity to learn it from birth. Draconian.

This language, however, wouldn't seem all that foreign to Elsa. In fact, she would recognize these two words to mean "Ice Dragon."

Mark struggled against the tendrils that gripped him, and managed to squeak out a pained "Elsa!" From his constricted throat before his voice gargled and he was reduced to just barely being able to breath properly.

"Svabol dronilnric wux tenpiswo, Xarzith Darastrix? Renthisj!" The voice roared violently, the grips on Mark's ankles and wrists growing tighter as he struggled against it. Again, Elsa would understand this sentence as screaming "What brings you here, Ice Dragon? Speak!" Now the chances that Elsa could speak the language were not in her favor, but the fact that she could at least understand it meant something. What that was....it seemed only Draco of the Shadows knew.

For now....