It was dark here, in the bowels of the earth; a song of the deep hymns of shifting rock, primordial in its existence tempered the beings ears. With each day that passed, each phasing moon since his awakening from the belly of the volcano, the drake had been gathering its strength, building the fragmented memories that laid in ruin from its long dormancy. Perhaps it was foolish now, to bring himself from those tides of dreams, for there were whispers, a deep sickness that lingered. Years uncounted had passed since last he had rovered the land, and while it was a soothing release to find the shackles of slumber falling away, there were moments, when he laid still, that it tempted him back. Even now, as he laid coiled in the dark, a piercing light high above casting polished obsidian into winking beetles, the fog etched in.
The hiss of scales upon stone grated in his ears, as the long coil of his body shifted, the low agitation building, and a feeling he had not felt in a while scowled in his being. Hunger. How long had it been, since last he had killed something, fed the carnal needs that lived in every creature? Since last he had awoken perhaps. He moved again, the glint upon his tail, where razored blades laid tangled in black cloth, the tattered ends of his plume. Those tresses danced as he stood, the buoyancy of the air summoned to his side swaying along his sleek form, and soon, his feet left the ground entirely. Coiling, rippling, the serpentine being glided along the invisible currents, drawing himself up from the awning abyss, where light and crisp air of a changing season would greet him.
Here, in the place where living things dwelt, the dragon gave a great sigh, a strike of gongs on oiled metal. He hovered there, for a moment, above the darkness, his eyes cast out across the land, breathing in the scents. Looking up, his crowned skull pointed in the direction he wished to go, and the coil of muscle followed, flexing, driving him further into the sky. He ruptured the canopy to break out high into the air, his mane whipping about his sinuous movements in the gales above. It was up here, that he could see the land, could taste it, and finally temper the hunger that had begun to stir. The last of his slumber swept away."words"
She felt the earth breathe beneath her feet, felt it quiver and tremble and moan in release, felt the stirring of a life within the depths of the rock. In most cases, she would have not been alarmed. Creatures varied within the lands of Victus, and although some may have been malicious in intent, many kept to themselves. It was, perhaps, the sheer size that she felt that concerned her. When she felt the early stirrings of consciousness in the earth, Wanderer left the safety of her territory and began to cross the lands to investigate. The sense of life brought her towards the Drop Off, and Wanderer’s ears pressed back in confusion as she looked down into the pit. She saw nothing, but she could feel something in the abyss.
Then the earth began to truly quake and she not only felt the earth explode beneath her feet, but she felt it. It burst forth from the abyss, small stones, pebbles, and boulders falling from its eruption and it took a combination of Wanderer’s earth magic and agility to avoid being smashed to bits. Her dawn colored eyes widened in surprise and she took a few steps back to be able to fully gaze upon the long creature that now hovered in the air.
The word rang in the recess of her mind and Wanderer’s hackles rose slightly. She had no knowledge of whether this creature would have ill intent towards her and part of her did not want to take that risk. All at once the fear of her people being under risk from this creature coursed through her mind and Wanderer began to take a few steps back to head back home, but soon his eyes locked with hers.
Wanderer froze where she stood, her expression fierce as she pulled all of her magical ability into herself, preparing for the worst.
His breath fell hot from the chest of serpetine muscle, a coiling strength just beneath the surface of crushed velvet scales, so compact, polished in mircoscopic shards, it seemed he was made of flesh. Each movement revealed the sinew below, swirling in chaotic torrents amongst the mantle of black silks. Black on black, devouring all light bestowed upon him. The dragon, having been sleeping for so long, seemed as if time had eluded him, passing over the beast as he had laid in quiet contemplation, a dormant ember falling down to a smolder, only to burst forth. Now, he faced the land anew, this place once familiar changed and shifting, centuries grinding tall mountains to dust, and drying up rivers and lakes that had once been present. He now stood a stranger in a world that had once been a masterful knowledge, a thing he knew in the most intimate nature. Yet, while the land had changed, the creatures in it had not, generations upon generations bleeding into the current day fauna. The musky scent of a deer not far off drew him towards the forests, while the belly of the sea opened up, offering its plethora of long-hidden secrets, great water dwelling creatures. A pulse of earth drew his eyes down, and there, standing before the tomb once his own, stood a wolf.
Taking in this being, he could smell the taint upon her, the darkness of the world clinging to a light in a dark room. The threat of consumption of a true plague to the waking work, one he felt propping against his mind even now. The only thing keeping it at bay the magic pulsating along her body, a brilliant halo. Shifting, his body sliding through the air as if he had been upon land, the dragon drew closer, feline visage morphing as deep inhales of her scent filled his lungs. He had never interacted with their kind in ages past, a being preferring the solitude of the high peaks, where few dared venture. The volcano, before it had become his tomb, had been the dragons home for decades, the slopes and deep caverns marked in possession. It was only the lacking of living creatures that could sustain his needs that drew him away, here, where the heat of the deep earth was offered to him, with a forest of creatures to fill his gut. Snorting, he turned, coils looping to follow along the path of his skull.
He did not hunt the intelligent. The world needed them now more than ever. Instead, he was drawn to the smell of the deer in the wood, a low, gonging rumble vibrating down his spine as he slid passed her, dismissing her for a time. Up he went, sliding along an invisible track, lancing over the canopy once more. Aloft for only a short time, the smell of the deer drew him a few yards away, where the creature was amongst its herd, the pale ghosts shifting along the forests foilage. It was an inescapable thing, the jaws of the beast, with a creature unprepared. Ripping through the branches, a jarring snap of wood was their only warning before he fell upon one of the stags, his teeth splicing through muscle and bone of its neck. Hitting the ground, dead in an instance, he paid little attention to its fleeing fellows, tearing off large chunks of gored meat, bones, hide, and all. "words"
oc: merp he is hangry! Got to eat first before talking is a thing XD
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