GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Initially, he was angry once he learned he had been tricked. Ghaul took one step into Nerine and realized this was much the same as when he had herded his own captives to the canyons. But his prizes were docile and elected to either sneak off or simply bide their time until their freedom was returned to them. The hellbeast is neither docile nor patient. When realization grips him, he extends his impressive wings and with one great beat, he ascends. It almost aches to use them again so soon after being healed but they need to stretch. He tucks his talons to his chest and continues riding the air currents until he satisfied with the altitude.
He banks to the west, to the peninsula where he sees an outline of many trees compared to the rest of Nerine. The caves might be more alluring but for now he has found an outlet for his frustrations. A deep inhale fills his lungs with breath and then he exhales, igniting the trees with a sweep of his dragon fire. The flames lick at the pine needles and the dry autumn branches eagerly while he distributes a second wave of fire across the small northern forest. When Pangea comes to cleanse this putrid kingdom, there will be no place to hide.
He grins and tucks his wings, extending his talons once more as he crashes through the crackling trees and onto the ground with a heavy thud. Ghaul lowers his head and another plume of fire drags across the bases of their trees. Initially, the cold had bothered him, but he finds himself quite comfortable now in the smoke and smoldering forest. The monster turns and he croons softly for the Nerinians. Come, he thinks, see what improvements I’ve made for you!
Behind him, a charred branch collapses to the ground and he wonders if their grasslands will burn as easily or if he should return with Clarissa at his side. The thought of destroying this place with his beloved makes him purr and calm.
He banks to the west, to the peninsula where he sees an outline of many trees compared to the rest of Nerine. The caves might be more alluring but for now he has found an outlet for his frustrations. A deep inhale fills his lungs with breath and then he exhales, igniting the trees with a sweep of his dragon fire. The flames lick at the pine needles and the dry autumn branches eagerly while he distributes a second wave of fire across the small northern forest. When Pangea comes to cleanse this putrid kingdom, there will be no place to hide.
He grins and tucks his wings, extending his talons once more as he crashes through the crackling trees and onto the ground with a heavy thud. Ghaul lowers his head and another plume of fire drags across the bases of their trees. Initially, the cold had bothered him, but he finds himself quite comfortable now in the smoke and smoldering forest. The monster turns and he croons softly for the Nerinians. Come, he thinks, see what improvements I’ve made for you!
Behind him, a charred branch collapses to the ground and he wonders if their grasslands will burn as easily or if he should return with Clarissa at his side. The thought of destroying this place with his beloved makes him purr and calm.