The most revered and feared personality of the allied beastin is the Lord Bello, the grand commander.
A bull beastin in his form, there is a rumor which has been all out about his personality. In the meeting of him, it is said that he is a very silent, brooding and quiet one but then again, whoever would mistake his silence as weakness would often be in for a shock. This has been the mystery which has objectified his whole existence. The accounts have it that he had been friends, close friends with Trixius the Great in the times when the Mad Prime was yet to rebel against the heavens.
Being close friends with him, he had had his moments of which he had learnt from the genius being of Trixius,the Irunmole. And thus, he had been able to grow, to a large extent and become that which he was previously unable to become..
Flying boats have become an integral part of many organizations and institutions in the time past. Where once they had been for leisure rides, the flying boats of a thing have become more of a necessity than something which was originally derived for the satiation of some few adventure and relaxation seeking fellows. This is due to the fact that transportation in all the heavens have always come at a steep price. Where one could get some creatures and tether them for the journey, creatures like the griffin, horses and the likes. But there was always the issue of these creatures being prone to fatigue and tiredness and sickness and so on. They could be stolen or worse, they could be placed under a curse which would then undermine the very essence of which they were from. And then again, to cap it all, nto all creatures had some travelling adv
It did not take long for the crew to arrive at the mountain at which the CFR quarters were located. With A certain guarantee that things would pan out the way they wanted, they had come to the conclusion that multiple plans would be devised. That way, if one plan did fail, then they could use the other plan as a backup and thus be able to resume that which they were on to. It Was as simple as that, in theory,perhaps, but in reality, it was not all that easy.With the crew in the lead, Bayo watched on as he flapped his wings. He was just a Tirian Bird now, he was not nearly as fast as those of them who used law energy to propel themselves, Ronke being the exception as she used her natural born ability to move. But then again, this instance provided for Byao to have a better view of the topography of the land. He could see the rocky landscapes here and there, he lifted himself off u
Control Arrays have always been very important to the organization of the Contre for Forest Reserve. As it is of common knowledge, the Centre was created with the sole intent of protecting the people against the raging dragons. The dumb dragns most especailly, who would see to no end that their siewhat deficit descendants are out to the death. It has branches which are spread all through thick and thin, some of them operating in the shadows which might not be in agreement with the various international trade and spatial laws. That is, they did not have the right to set up a base in other realms and areas which were not in their direct control. Although this was debatable, while the Drakonian Confederacy did not have direct leadership roles over these realism,they often had important strings which allowed them to stay in such places, with full rights as one who was legally permitted.
The agents at CFR are not just recruited often because eof their capabilities to draw out fire and their natural affinity with the dumb dragons. It goes far beyond that if one were to consider carefully the selection process of the Agents.Naturally one. Would expect that the CFR agents would all be about combat powers and all of that. However it tows a different line.At the CFR, we are concerned about the beings we deal with. Being that the primary focus of the CFR is the containment of the Dumb Dragons; of which are our progenitors, it us imperative that we must understand them also.Not every dumb dragon requires suppressive force to be dealt with. Not every dumb dragon is that nwccesaay to employ lethal force. In fact, some of them may just be lost and seeking a way back to their roost and caves.So, therefore, unless the agents in charge of that situation has been carefully selected, only disaster would occur in such a situation.While
“I suppose YOU HAVE COLLECTED YOUR THOUGHTS, HUH, RIGHT?” The Grakon's voice boomed out. Instantly, Ronke reeled over, clasping her hands over her ears now in the aftermath. “Gosh! Grakons. Always Damn noisy!” She cursed. “Can't blame them. It is what makes them Grakons!” The metal Drakon lady laughed, her shoulders shuddering as she used her right hand to cup her mouth. Seeing that, Ronke relaxed her shoulders, allowing a crack of a smile onto her lips. This was not going to be hard after all, she reasoned. For right before her face, one of the would be important persons of this CFRQuarters was laughing. It was a rare feat, only something which one could see if and only if there had been a level of lfamiliarisation between the two parties. Although if she dared to think large, there was a familiarisation between them. They were both from the CFR and even though she was not in her own branch, the very fact t
The CFR selection process had always been the one of qualitative instance. Just as it had been implied earlier, you could not just get to be an agent just like that or simply because you were well versed in the techniques of combat or even on the basis of recommendation.To get to be an agent, you had to either prove your worth in the selection process or be ready to accept your rejection. There are no two ways. And about those who had been given the red letter on their rejection, a couple of them had not accepted it so easily.These ones would go to the high rup authority, seeking a redress, claiming that the basis for the election was all faulted- oh the pride in their words. They would state just how versed they were in combat- combat which is not the only criteria on which they had been chosen.In one of the times, a certain individual had gone as far as to appeal to the Drakon Lord Meados, thinking that if he reached the Drakon Lord, we wo
Ilesa is a promising land with a promising landscape. It is rocky, undoubtedly but then again, it has just the potentials which could be sought for and used for the provision of a super secret facility.WHile it does not belong to anyone else, that is, does not fall under the powers of the Major or mini world powers, it does have some promising factors that we would look into.Governed by a tribe of rock men, it has the most noticeable feature of this place to be the Canyons. No one may know what exactly lay at the bottom of these canyons, save for the ones which are filled with water. And even if one would make a wild guess for what lay at the bottom, the valley to be simply rocks, then such a person was to be mistaken. The rock men themselves do not have their habitation at the bottom of the canyons. They have their dwelling places among the
There was just a little issue with that now. Now was not the time to be discussing something like that. Or even be thinking about it. He had to make hay while the sun shone and he was going to get on that.Bayo sucked in air or attempted to do that while he was still in the little form of a bird. His wings flapped tirelessly even now as he kept his eyes on the goal. Sooner or later, he reasoned to himself, he would get to the place where he was going.However, there was just a little wave of hesitation flushing through his mind. His little chest thumped now as he thought about the constraints of the mission that he was on.How in the names of the seven heavens would he be able to fly a boat? He had never had a single experience on that. Yet, he was expected to be the getaway pilot who would pilot a flying boat over to get Ronke, Shin and Hana.He sighed to himself, the responsibilities that the others put on him was just so much