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Author Topic: In the Footsteps of Dragons  (Read 55 times)

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Offline DragonSong

In the Footsteps of Dragons
« on: March 11, 2018, 12:53:04 PM »

Storms in the mountains were terrifying, even if you were used to them. This one had caught Vara unprepared, out on a hunt, and she was forced to scramble to find shelter. The rain wasn't too intense yet, but the wind was already howling and she could see the blackness of heavier clouds approaching quickly from the horizon, lightning flickering in their bellies.

A crack of thunder rippled over the mountains and she hissed, shooting a glare skyward before renewing her search with more fervor. If she didn't find a place to hide from the storm soon she was in big trouble; no amount of practice in survival would save her from being caught out in the open during a Thunderblacks rager.

Heart pounding, she peered into the darkness, stumbling through the sheets of rain and the ever increasing gale. Finally, she caught sight of a crack in the rocks, possibly the entrance to a cave.

Even if it wasn't, at least it would provide rudimentary shelter from the wind and rain. She stumbled toward it and ducked inside, shaking water from her hair.

Offline Kalak

Re: In the Footsteps of Dragons
« Reply #1 on: March 27, 2018, 05:19:42 PM »
The man had known the coming of the storm long before it appeared in the overcast sky. Each of his golden scales pulsed slightly from the feeling of static forming in the air. Such a sign foretold the great intensity of the coming tempest, and warned the man to find shelter before it arrived.

He knew of many holes in the rocky terrain, many places that would stay dry even during the most severe of storms. He traveled up the rocky incline towards the closest of these hideouts, his spear serving as little more than a decorative silver walking stick. On is way, the man collected spare bits of wood under his arm. Twigs, fallen branches, dried saplings, all the makings of kindling he would need. The night would be long, but more pleasurable with the warmth of a fire.

By the time that the gale began to blow, the golden-scaled man was already well established in his natural earthen shelter. His power over lightning created the first spark that had since evolved into a small flame. More wood lay along the cave wall, fuel for maintaining it. The man did not even blink as the first drops began to fall outside. He simply tended to the growing blaze as he sat comfortably beside it.

He did look up, however, as something unexpected happened. All he could do was watch silently as his mind made sense of the sight. He had a visitor.

Offline DragonSong

Re: In the Footsteps of Dragons
« Reply #2 on: March 27, 2018, 08:56:29 PM »
The little wildling woman suddenly froze, instincts kicking in. She was not alone here.

"Who's there?" she called into the darkness, squinting as her eyes started to adjust. One hand went toward the dragon tooth dagger at her hip and she sank into a defensive crouch.

Offline Kalak

Re: In the Footsteps of Dragons
« Reply #3 on: April 10, 2018, 08:22:28 AM »
The half-dragon sat still, unmoved by the trespasser. He simply prodded at the small blaze before him. Moments of silence passed before he responded plainly.

"This is my shelter... go find your own."

Offline DragonSong

Re: In the Footsteps of Dragons
« Reply #4 on: April 12, 2018, 08:31:25 PM »
Vara blinked.

She'd never seen anyone quite like him before.

But she didn't have the mind space to dwell on that. Her brow furrowed and she shifted her weight deliberately, standing her ground. "There's plenty room enough for two. You got a problem, you leave," she bit out.

Offline Kalak

Re: In the Footsteps of Dragons
« Reply #5 on: April 12, 2018, 09:12:27 PM »
A rumbling, almost bestial growl began to rise from the back of the man’s throat. His grip tightened somewhat around the prodding stick. He looked up at the woman, the onset of annoyance making itself clear.

”I was here first... and I don’t share with humans...” he said with a low, irritated voice.

He did not even flinch as a great bolt of lightning struck nearby, illuminating the cavern’s interior for less than a moment. As the thunder reverberated off the stone, he budged just as much as it did.