03-27-2018, 03:02 PM
It breaks through the clouds, an ominous shadow lingering high above them. The iron tang of blood just barely coats its lips and jagged teeth, the taste of it savory and almost new.
(It has been so long)
Krigare had been the last and only victim. His blood had been the very first it tasted; the metallic flavor fueled something in it, making it crave more. Castile has suppressed it, however, fighting to keep it chained down. With the pouring of his adrenaline and the lust for Solace, somehow the bars of its cage were rattled. It made him bite her, hold her, just long enough for it to slip into his mind and poison him. In that moment, Castile succumbed to the storm of his emotions and the creature he has fought for so long finally surfaced.
As difficult of a feat as it was, Castile’s voice rattled its primal mind. It wanted more from her – sweet little Solace – after having its mouth hungrily pressed to the gentle arch of her neck. There was a battle waged between right and wrong, instinct versus realization. Castile pleaded not to hurt her, and somehow, the words seeped through the primal barrier of the dragon’s mind – enough so that released Solace and fled.
But Castile’s voice receded after that.
Instinct took over.
It has been lusting for heat, fueled by the scent of smoke and fire every time Castile had taken a breath of those Tephrans. With the smell burned into its memory, it soars until the volcano is in its line of sight.
(Heat. Fire)
Rocks tumble down precarious ledges when it gropes the side of the volcano. An immediate sense of comfort wraps around the creature. A lungful of smoky air is drunkenly swallowed while it scales the volcano to find a large enough shelf of rock to support its weight. Only once found does the dragon coil its body to rest, the adrenaline slipping from its veins and the taste of blood forgotten.
The hours that pass during its slumber leave the creature in its wake.
When its eyes open, they are no longer slit, and the scales and titanic body have shrunken back.
Lying on the rocky ledge is Castile, his body streaked with blood and aching from the involuntary shift.
(It has been so long)
Krigare had been the last and only victim. His blood had been the very first it tasted; the metallic flavor fueled something in it, making it crave more. Castile has suppressed it, however, fighting to keep it chained down. With the pouring of his adrenaline and the lust for Solace, somehow the bars of its cage were rattled. It made him bite her, hold her, just long enough for it to slip into his mind and poison him. In that moment, Castile succumbed to the storm of his emotions and the creature he has fought for so long finally surfaced.
As difficult of a feat as it was, Castile’s voice rattled its primal mind. It wanted more from her – sweet little Solace – after having its mouth hungrily pressed to the gentle arch of her neck. There was a battle waged between right and wrong, instinct versus realization. Castile pleaded not to hurt her, and somehow, the words seeped through the primal barrier of the dragon’s mind – enough so that released Solace and fled.
But Castile’s voice receded after that.
Instinct took over.
It has been lusting for heat, fueled by the scent of smoke and fire every time Castile had taken a breath of those Tephrans. With the smell burned into its memory, it soars until the volcano is in its line of sight.
(Heat. Fire)
Rocks tumble down precarious ledges when it gropes the side of the volcano. An immediate sense of comfort wraps around the creature. A lungful of smoky air is drunkenly swallowed while it scales the volcano to find a large enough shelf of rock to support its weight. Only once found does the dragon coil its body to rest, the adrenaline slipping from its veins and the taste of blood forgotten.
The hours that pass during its slumber leave the creature in its wake.
When its eyes open, they are no longer slit, and the scales and titanic body have shrunken back.
Lying on the rocky ledge is Castile, his body streaked with blood and aching from the involuntary shift.
Ayyy!
So, Castile, after hurting Solace, fled in dragon form. You know what dragons like? FIRE. So, primal instincts of Mr. dragon-Castile led him to the volcano. I figured some new interaction would be fun. Someone could find him or something
