Friend or foe [Maddox] Nov 20, 2017 1:21:14 GMT
Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 20, 2017 1:21:14 GMT
The night was young and the stars had only just started to show themselves in the night sky. A gentle breeze greeted a tall figure as he dismounted a horse, which he then proceeded to tie to a tree. He moved swiftly as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere, even though there was nothing for miles around him. He was at the foot of a mountain, the stone giants a safe haven for all who wished to get lost. Which was just what the man wanted. He had travelled far to get here, almost five days. He had made it by travelling most of the night as well. But now he was here and he still had quite a trek to get to a safe place. He didn't fancy giving up his secret just yet. He was a forgotten legend and he wanted to remain that for just a while longer.
So after he tied the horse started to walk. He walked for what seemed like hours before he stopped, his breath uneven and laboured. The air was getting thinner as he ascended the mountainside. When he deemed that he had travelled far enough he reached for the fire inside him. For his nature. He felt the shift. Felt the blackened scales break his skin, felt his mouth grow into a muzzle with several rows of teeth in a set of snapping jaws. The change was swift and where there had been nothing there now was a giant beast, which made the mountains seem much smaller than they were. He let out a slow breath of grey smoke, before unfolded his wings, he couldn't unfold them all the way, a mountain was in his way. His strong legs were used jump from the mountainside and just in time before he plummeted to the ground he got enough wind to under his wings to rise up. He rose at a terrible speed and as he reached the air above the mountains he started to glide. Enjoying finally having the freedom to stretch his wings. After his meeting with the young, colourful dragoness, he had yearned for the thin air up here.
He flew over the mountains, looking down on the world beneath him. This was where he belonged. Not down there with the filth of the world. He had been worshipped. He had been feared. He was not the most righteous of dragons and the years spent in captivity had taken its toll on his mind. He wanted power. He wanted chaos. And he was plotting his return, he was planning to make the dragons gods again. A selfish dream, but perhaps with the help of the underwhelming remains of the council he could make the change he wanted to see in the world.