Post by Tyne Hawthorne on Dec 16, 2014 6:49:00 GMT -5
"Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it." It had been a fair amount of time since Tyne had landed in this separate dimension, the dragon-dominated, fairly peaceful land. Since then, he had found out about a great deal of things, ancient customs that he had never known about feeling so natural, an odd familiarity with the land and sky of this world. It had, frankly put, been a sort of paradise. That is, of course, save for the Hunters. The dragon was young, a fair bit smaller than many others, and bearing far less scars. Dark green, glossy scales ran the length of the well-muscled body, and the wings that now folded to allow him to plunge into a spiraling killing dive were impressive, to say the least. With a snarl, Tyne hit the moose with great force, stunning the animal then killing it with a deft, neat bite to the neck. There were murmurs from the dragons that idled around, and Tyne knew what the murmurs were. "The son of Amanrath hath returned." For Amanrath was the grandson of the original Dragon of Destruction, one of the divines that governed the world. And with destruction as his element, Amanrath was powerful, which was quite the understatement. Another dragon approached him, the great gold head held high, the serpentine neck a thick, proud arch. "Tyneorth, very nice job done there," the older rumbled. All of a sudden, the gold dragon - element of Equilibrium if you must know - froze, every line of his body hardened with tension. Sure enough, the forest abruptly broke into song. Not a pleasant, harmonic melody which the dragons could miraculously make. No, this song was harsh, dissonant, chaotic, full of a mixture of rage and fear. "The Hunters approach! Beware, beware!" From the forest, an army of men marched. No, not men. Despite donning the flesh masks of humans, Tyne could easily tell they weren't. A closer inspection, using sheer will to break through the illusion froze the young dragon to where he stood. Imagine rotting egg, sulphur, every darn smell that makes you want to puke and run away. Now just imagine seeing that. Grossly deformed, mutilated and not a scrap of humanity left, that was just a small bit of what Tyne saw before another dragon slammed into his side, fleeing from the Hunters in a frenzy. Just as he turned to take to the skies, the dragon released a torrent of fire and ice, the opposite ends exploding in a kaleidescope of colours, blinding both the enemy and himself. That's when he fell into a portal. |  |
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