04-24-2024, 08:19 AM
The Dale, a vast expanse of land, is draped in the darkness of the night, with the moon casting its silvery light over the reflective waters of the lake below. The cool breeze of the night brushes against the scales of the magnificent creature stretching its wings, a winged stallion that is otherworldly in its beauty. His scales shimmer in the starlight above, creating a breathtaking sight that is nothing short of mesmerizing.
As the stallion admires the beauty of the night sky, a star shoots across the sky, leaving a trail that points towards a certain direction. Amenadiel looks down and spots the family he's been with, sleeping peacefully beneath it. He takes off silently, following the trail of the comet, the sound of his flapping wings echoing through the night air. His keen eyes suddenly catch a glimmer of something emerald green, almost jade-like, tucked away beneath some rocks and brush.
The winged stallion is drawn to the egg, and a memory of a mare from a summer storm floods his mind. Amenadiel had met the mare on a rainy night as he flew over the peaks. The sight of a white tiger with iridescent blue stripes slinking in between the crevices of the rocks, attempting to find shelter, had caught his eye. As the stallion approached the tiger, it transformed into a beautiful mare, its coat shining like liquid silver in the rain.
The stallion had offered protection to the mare and led her to a small cave to get out of the elements. Wrapped in his wings, the stallion felt the heat of the mare's body, and something inside him awakened. In the morning, the creature woke up to find that the mare was gone, never to be seen again, and he had been left with nothing but memories of that magical night.
Now, the stallion lays beside the emerald egg, feeling its energy call out to him. The egg hums softly, growing louder as the stallion approaches it. He feels an overwhelming urge to protect the egg at all costs.
So, he lights a fire for warmth, and wraps his wings around both himself and the egg, holding it close, just like he had held the mare. The fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the scene, as the winged stallion keeps a watchful eye over the egg, never once letting his guard down.
As the stallion admires the beauty of the night sky, a star shoots across the sky, leaving a trail that points towards a certain direction. Amenadiel looks down and spots the family he's been with, sleeping peacefully beneath it. He takes off silently, following the trail of the comet, the sound of his flapping wings echoing through the night air. His keen eyes suddenly catch a glimmer of something emerald green, almost jade-like, tucked away beneath some rocks and brush.
The winged stallion is drawn to the egg, and a memory of a mare from a summer storm floods his mind. Amenadiel had met the mare on a rainy night as he flew over the peaks. The sight of a white tiger with iridescent blue stripes slinking in between the crevices of the rocks, attempting to find shelter, had caught his eye. As the stallion approached the tiger, it transformed into a beautiful mare, its coat shining like liquid silver in the rain.
The stallion had offered protection to the mare and led her to a small cave to get out of the elements. Wrapped in his wings, the stallion felt the heat of the mare's body, and something inside him awakened. In the morning, the creature woke up to find that the mare was gone, never to be seen again, and he had been left with nothing but memories of that magical night.
Now, the stallion lays beside the emerald egg, feeling its energy call out to him. The egg hums softly, growing louder as the stallion approaches it. He feels an overwhelming urge to protect the egg at all costs.
So, he lights a fire for warmth, and wraps his wings around both himself and the egg, holding it close, just like he had held the mare. The fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the scene, as the winged stallion keeps a watchful eye over the egg, never once letting his guard down.