01-22-2020, 09:49 PM
Cat-slit eyes glowed, the only light to penetrate the fortress of stone and earth he has enthroned himself within. The walls, bleak granite veined with obsidian glass that shone when he flamed. Deep within the mountain heart, the serpent roused.
Scales hard as stone rasped against the cave floor, drawing sparks in their path. He breathed in, the temperature of the enclosed space increasing with each moment. He'd smelled something. Or heard it. Some pry on his senses had woken the beast, and he demanded to know who had dared.
A snarl of recollection rent the air as the image solidified in his predatory brain. Eyas. And she was near. There was a hissing, as though a hundred snakes breathed in the echoing halls of his domain, and walls shook with his sudden haste. Foolish pheasant. He had let her go, had done nothing more than taste her blood when she lay trembling in his mercy. Never again.
Crystal and diamond were nothing to the white scaled beast that erupted from the mountainside, his feral voice careening from the stony cliff faces. It was a scream of mindless hunger, the demanding cry of a dragon left preyless too long. She had touched his mind, placed her images within and laughed. He knew the images, and with single minded intent he followed them.
She was closer, much closer than she knew to the ice-jeweled serpent's lair. The wind had beaten harshly on this mountainside, had twisted all that grew here into a mockery of what might have once been. He himself was paid proof of that. The taste of her decrepit musk stained the air, drew him in. He slowed as it grew stronger, hungry but wary of what awaited him. Tricky witch was not to be trusted. Only to be devoured until nothing remained of her twisting ways except a few straggling feathers on the wind.
The jagged teeth that lined his maw glistened with a crocodile's smile when the edge of her appeared. He had not flown to meet her. Not when the craggy mountain provided such ample choice of passage and hiding place, even for a beast his size. His hungry grin stretched wide.
Hello Pheasant
@[Eyas]
Scales hard as stone rasped against the cave floor, drawing sparks in their path. He breathed in, the temperature of the enclosed space increasing with each moment. He'd smelled something. Or heard it. Some pry on his senses had woken the beast, and he demanded to know who had dared.
A snarl of recollection rent the air as the image solidified in his predatory brain. Eyas. And she was near. There was a hissing, as though a hundred snakes breathed in the echoing halls of his domain, and walls shook with his sudden haste. Foolish pheasant. He had let her go, had done nothing more than taste her blood when she lay trembling in his mercy. Never again.
Crystal and diamond were nothing to the white scaled beast that erupted from the mountainside, his feral voice careening from the stony cliff faces. It was a scream of mindless hunger, the demanding cry of a dragon left preyless too long. She had touched his mind, placed her images within and laughed. He knew the images, and with single minded intent he followed them.
She was closer, much closer than she knew to the ice-jeweled serpent's lair. The wind had beaten harshly on this mountainside, had twisted all that grew here into a mockery of what might have once been. He himself was paid proof of that. The taste of her decrepit musk stained the air, drew him in. He slowed as it grew stronger, hungry but wary of what awaited him. Tricky witch was not to be trusted. Only to be devoured until nothing remained of her twisting ways except a few straggling feathers on the wind.
The jagged teeth that lined his maw glistened with a crocodile's smile when the edge of her appeared. He had not flown to meet her. Not when the craggy mountain provided such ample choice of passage and hiding place, even for a beast his size. His hungry grin stretched wide.
Hello Pheasant
@[Eyas]