There was a shift in the clouds today. Gone was the suffocating heaviness of muted grays. Replacing them a churning dark wave than rolled overhead. There was a malice in the rumble it emitted as I stood upon my rocky perch. My silver eyes cast across the vastness of my empire, relishing in all its glory.
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Spring had made its arrival and so I decide to descend my throne and make my rounds. If I was to retain my status, I had to familiarize myself with all of Beqanna. Plus, it had been some time since I reveled in the pleasures of my powers.
With cloven hooves I move easily across the slighter mountain-scape leading towards the source of their worlds magic. My thickened coat from the winter keeps me warm still in the higher altitudes of the craggy cliffs. The snow-covered tops were melting only slightly. A soft pattering of drips echoed off the stone walls mimicking a light spring rainstorm.
I move in silence as always. My senses vigilant as I make my way towards the flat plains of the Meadow. The grass had just begun to emerge from its winter dormancy and with it the return of life.
Not being one to enjoy the trivial things of life, I hardly perk my ears to the twitter of birds and bustling of critters. Only one thing ever piqued my interest, anomalies and fears. And as I stepped out into the open grasslands my sight and powers extend from my consciousness, seeking to find anyone of interest...
Kreed
Crown of Bone and Thorn