IC: The Shadows Wane

[Lady of Dragmar]

[align=justify:738ef56fae]Whispers disturbed her slumber, the slumber that foretold many prophecies and spoken riddles. Her fair brow stirred as eyes aroused to waken, adjusting to the darkness of her cavernous chambers. Back arching in that luxurious stretch, ears perking to the sounds of her legions stirring beneath her place of rest. Elongated talons scrapping along the obsidian causing a high pitched screech as they sharpened, flickers of flint and sparks flying off from those pure black nails. Maws widening into that gargantuan yawn exposing orifice of jagged serrated teeth, fangs snapping as that yawn soon came to an end and once again the massive bulk of her form moved along the cold stone, haunches ushering her forth as she crawled through the caverns to rise above ground and allow herself the privilege of stretching those fiery red wings to their full capacity.

She allowed those wings to drum against the tempest which howled around the obsidian peaks and shadow-mantle of cloud, forcefully propelling those vapors and bluster to spiral away into the twilight kiss as night approached in slow motion; or at least this is how it seemed to her having just arisen from the longest slumber she had possibly ever encountered in. But what stirred her from that delectable sleep where magical dreams once again took her back to a time when her kin flourished. The very darkness was that of their wings, the very volcanoes were their breath and the quakes where inspired by their mighty roar. Such magical days that were alas no more, and here the rest had congregated, various species merging to form five mighty winged legions, each dominating a certain range of the Shadow Mountains.

They existed together in legionary proportions yet in arrangements of living they did best to separate themselves, some clan wars still stung hard in the mighty hearts of some of the Draconian Lords and she was no different. Crawling through the darkness, feeling the cold stone emanate through her entire form, enduring that sensation until at last the glooming light illuminated the end of the tunnel. She found excitement in once again looking at the world through those dazzling serpentine eyes, to look upon the world as an ancient arisen.

Climbing through and once again entering the world like she was reborn- claws pulling her free from the closure which appealed more suffocating than welcoming. The stench of dampness and residue stained the air and in all comparison she was glad to be free of it. Pulling her form out to the full wonder of that draconian physique, exuberating in the tempest and cold frost-bitten air as it whooshed around her form, gathering those wings as they burst openly- to be free with that very energy of nature’s wrath- and allowing fiery wings to beat against the tempest causing whirlpool indentations in what as natural. This however would redirect the wind, causing a change in the winds path and direction, this would grant anyone with knowledge that something stirred from slumber upon the tempest, something ancient. Benign and yet also malevolent.

Opening those maws once again, allowing the filtered moonlight to illuminate them as acidic spittle dripped from the massive fangs- etching her way over the very cliffs as her neck arched. Hot breath inhaled deeply, pulling in as much air to the lungs, filling the very abdomen with that animalistic rush and then sending it forth in a roar of the ages. That harsh horrific screech of draconian harmony, signaling the others to stir and prepare for the awakening of Dragmar. [/align:738ef56fae]

[Lady of Dragmar]

[align=justify:b80dbf4636]Stretching those wings peering over the forest, an image took to her interest as it mixed and merged with the discordant night. Eyes narrowed, flicking through the abilities of sight until perfection was reached and clear sight was revealed, able to see the cloaked creature as if it was merely day; though slightly shadowed. Still the cloak obstructed plain few and this would spark the dragon’s interest because the distant thought or intuition foretold. This creature moving through the darkness as graceful as an adept hunter was no stranger to these lands and this is what would be observed. Powerful legs rose, balancing and perching upon the cliff’s edge, nostrils flaring as lungs expanded and released sulphur plumes of frosted air and smoke.

Filling those lungs to the full capacity as those fiery wings outstretched, beating and expanding with each inhalation and exhalation- allowing the blood to pump through wings before flight was capable. Every moment those wings down swept and ascended until momentum was reached. Levering full weight upon those legs she would urge forward, propelling by push forcing that gargantuan body and allowing it to momentarily fall before wind and blood would compel those wings granting full flight. From the skies she would look down and watch every movement of this dark figure. Heading directly for DarkWoods.

Flying high above the forest, mixing the storm plagued clouds with  those powerful wings- skull shaped head looking down over the thick blanket of night covering tall peaks of canopy. She knew this form had entered the forest, traveling along the windy landscapes of the mountains to arrive and seek the dense concealment of forest. There was little else to do but land, finding a clearing would be difficult in this form but it had to be done to find out whom or what was entering the Realm of Eden. Her duty was to protect Eden even though she didn’t out rightly know who was the ruler of it, this fact didn’t change that she was the guardian of the Earth and Sky, and everything in-between.
Another fact arose, there were other presence and people entering the forest on their way to Eden, one of footstep and it seemed two on mounts; their scents infiltrated the air even at this height and it would have to be investigated thoroughly.

Eventually finding a clear, that bulky monstrous form would swoop down from the sky, back legs and spine arching to enable quiet landings and steady balance was required. A loud thud and slight tremor felt on the earth as claws collided with the ground, digging deep into the earth’s flesh as form bounced to come to a standstill. A final stretch of wings before they would fold and the metamorphosis of change would occur transforming that draconian lady into the form of human desire; an attractive lady of the most golden brown hair, like sunlight and treacle, finely placed in a delicate plait. Features still appeared in that draconian presence, high contours and tight skin of honey, a slight tanned complexion. Her form draped in delicate pale chiffon and gold; very appealing to the sight was this gracious striking lady holding the entire honor that was of her breed.

This form would simply allow her to blend in perfectly, many feared the presence of Dragons and she didn’t wish to alarm these travelers making their way to Eden, she would greet them and offer kindly assistance to all whom traveled these roads with destination in mind or the lost and bewildered, all would find sanctuary beyond the Gates of Eden. [/align:b80dbf4636]