Post by Gratzerilasshis on Sept 29, 2012 14:30:59 GMT -5
A black serpent, it's head too triangular for that of a snake, and supporting two long horns, slithered along treacherous mountaintops, around large boulders, down slopes. Reaching a ledge, it coiled up, launched itself into the deep valley underneath. It did not fall, but glided, on black, leathery wings it did not even have mere moments earlier. The valley it landed in was covered with rocks and boulders, as the whole mountainside had collapsed there long ago, moss and a few plants growing between them, where some dirt settled, carried by weather of centuries.
The place had a strange, otherworldly feeling about it, even the boulders seemed to form a mound. For they did. The serpent spoke, voice coming from the creature, the surrounding mountains, and the heavens in the same time.
"Rise, Gratzerilasshis Merakhid, for thy exile is over. Return to thy body and to the land thou did once rule."
A muffled roar, cracking of stone, and boulder-mound hatched, as once an egg did, a quarter and one millenia ago. Not that old, yet ancient, a dragon arose, scattering rocks everywhere, while a black serpent disappeared in the heavens above.
The dragon roared as he moved his limbs once more after a thousand years. With his roar, stone rose on its own, helping him unearth himself. Once free, the dragon ascended with mighty wingflaps, rising sun painting his sand and brass scales a reddish gold.
"Honetend renn feldat, khidt'il ceilum!" He spoke. Hear, all lands, your king comes!
He had to reclaim his kingdom, and claim new people to live in it, for him to be their king. He soared off towards Massacre's foothills, mortals were inbound, he sensed.
The place had a strange, otherworldly feeling about it, even the boulders seemed to form a mound. For they did. The serpent spoke, voice coming from the creature, the surrounding mountains, and the heavens in the same time.
"Rise, Gratzerilasshis Merakhid, for thy exile is over. Return to thy body and to the land thou did once rule."
A muffled roar, cracking of stone, and boulder-mound hatched, as once an egg did, a quarter and one millenia ago. Not that old, yet ancient, a dragon arose, scattering rocks everywhere, while a black serpent disappeared in the heavens above.
The dragon roared as he moved his limbs once more after a thousand years. With his roar, stone rose on its own, helping him unearth himself. Once free, the dragon ascended with mighty wingflaps, rising sun painting his sand and brass scales a reddish gold.
"Honetend renn feldat, khidt'il ceilum!" He spoke. Hear, all lands, your king comes!
He had to reclaim his kingdom, and claim new people to live in it, for him to be their king. He soared off towards Massacre's foothills, mortals were inbound, he sensed.
