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Posted at 6:05 am on Nov 1, 2007 by: Cabal --Dragon Lord-- Xavier

The Return of A Myth...Part 1

How long has it been, since a pure dragon has entered the lands? Weeks? No. Months? No. Years? Yes. 1 year, 2 years? Whose counting. The fact was it had been a long time since one, Cabal Xavier had traveled the lands that was covered by CW. He had been hit by the fall out and had gone into hiding. Though, this time wasn't exactly wasted. He had taken his time by joining other promotions to build up his wrestling craft instead of always having to rely on his powers. That seemed to be a flaw with his family line. Falling back on their powers to get the job done. He shouldn't have to. He was a 7'0" giant with the size that measured three times, if not more, in strength alone. That didn't take into account his agility for his size as well. Though, it seemed that his attempt and building his craft else where would yield few results. Having only won a few titles and a handful of matches, Cabal's actual career was severly lacking in what was needed to catapult him up to the ranks where he should be. Where his linage demanded him to be. One of his most famous quotes was to be "on top of the food chain." And yet, he managed to find himself on the bottom of it. Frustrating it was for him to not be able to reach the level that he wished to be at. He knew he could do it, but there was always someone better than him that caused him to not be able to reach the goal that seeked. Always keeping him down, in some form or another. So, perhaps it was time to go back to his roots. Back to where his actual career in wrestling began.

He had managed to find the location of CW and made a bee line there. The mass amounts of wealth that he managed to amass during his hiding made it rather easy to make it there. the vehicle dropped him off at the location that he specified. Cabal paid the driver well and the driver went on his way. Cabal stood infront of the lands that were controlled by CW. It was always a different feeling that he had here when he weas here last. Like the true chains of reality were released from him and he could be what he truly was. He had to take a few moments before he entered into the lands, because he knew the moment that he did enter, his Dragon heritage would want release from being confined for so long. Two years...three years. It didn't matter, it was still far too long. His wings needed stretching, and indeed they would be stretched and given the exercise that was needed. But, he would need to control that urge at first. However, he felt that he would not be able to. He was battling his own will power at this point. Why was he fighting though? This was truly the land of the free. Where one could be one self and not be persecuted, for the most part.

Holding onto his briefcase, he took one final breath then took the steps needed to enter the lands. One step...two steps...three steps....four steps.....five steps. On the fifth step, Cabal stopped. He took a moment to feel the chains of the previous reality be released from him. He dropped his briefcase and spread out his arms with his hands facing palms up. He wasn't going to fight it, he was going to let it take control. And with that, his hands changed into claws, his arms changed into a thick, scaly skin, ripped and muscular and lets not forget, big in size. He brought his arms down to the ground as his body was being ravaged from the inside with the change that was about to take place. He would indeed lose his suit, but at this point, he didn't care. He was going to be able to take his true form. A form that he hadn't been in, in a long, long time.

His wings sprouted from his back as blood was flicked off the tips as they extended fully. The wing span was about 25 feet for each wing. It was no secret that Cabal was big in his mortal state. The same held true for his Dragon form. Next, the tail form. Long and slender. The end was like that of a ball of a mace. Circular and with spikes around it. The rest of the tail had minor spikes coming out, ensuring that no one would dare grab his tail. His legs grew to an enormous size. A spike grew from each knee, giving protection to the legiment, but also a type of offense as well, if needed. The same applied to his elbows as well. His torso grew long. It grew in consice size with his wings, tail and the rest of his body. While his torso didn't have spikes like other parts, like any Dragon, he had a very thick scale skin. Quite possibly the thickest of any Dragon living or dead. The only thing left to change, was his head and face. And as expected, it took the form of any normal dragon. Hardened bone that spanned out at the top with minor spikes coming out. His mouth and nose turning into a snout. His teeth turning into long, slender spikes, collaspable when he closed his mouth, but sharp enough to bite through any armor that might be conceived by any mortal. His eyes and ears, the same as everything else, taking the aspects of the Dragon.

The transformation was complete. He was his true self again. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and began to fly around. He enjoyed the air and the freendom as he swooped around. He looked around and saw a near by forest. The majority of it was dead wood and the rest of it would be dead within weeks. He flew over to the direction of the forest and flew overhead. He took a deep breath and spelled the fire from within, burning the forest. It might be dead wood, but it was still wood nonetheless and wood burned quite nicely. Cabal finished spewing for the fire and stopped for a moment, flapping his wings as he watched the forest fire run rampant. It was spreading quite fast and with the help of the wing, it grew even faster. Cabal turned around a flew back to the original spot that he transformed. He landed and sat down and rested for the moment. The transformation took quite a bit out of him as he was not used to doing it. In time, it would become second nature to him again, but for now it would suffice. He was just happy being able to be out. For now, he would sit and think about his next move. Which would most likely be to the nearest store, then he would seek out the CW headquarters.