[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 natureâs 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]