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02-27-2016, 02:28 AM
Hunger.
It gnawed at her, a constant ache, ever-increasing. It seemed to sing, to reverberate her very core - the hunger consumed her.
Red. It burned within her, blinding her mind's eye, refusing her to see, to recognise or understand anything else. Heat coursed through her body, her golden scales gleamed brilliantly - she seemed to be at her peak, more alive, more powerful, more moreness.
She couldn't explain it - and when she tried to summon a dragonsoul, it wouldn't come. The dragonmare could feel her magic dancing within her, reaching out, trying. She could feel the weight of the souls pressing against her own, but something blocked them, something stopped them from coming through - something else was claiming that part of her today.
The dragonqueen hunted.
Only blood could come near to sating the hunger within her, but when she slaughtered her first hare - it was not enough. The blood dripped hot and wet down her throat, it stained her pelt and scales, it invigorated her and yet - it was not enough.
Amaris hunted, and gorged, until her stomach ached from all the blood, the meat, the skin and fur and bones. She killed and slaughtered and wept in the aftermath; until she saw it.
It was an egg. It was luminous in its beauty, golden, shimmering, glimmering. Amaris stopped all that she did and stared at it, transfixed by its beauty, pulled almost magnetically towards it.
But this was stronger than any magnet.
A crack appeared, and the hunger within Amaris trebled. Her eyes, deep pools of molten gold, bent lower, closer to the egg and-
"Dramyrth."
He suddenly existed, within her and without, strong and terrible and powerful. He, this dragon, this gold - he a King. Amaris stumbled back a step, stunned, surprised, gasping at the weight of his soul colliding, clinging, mingling and binding itself to her own in a way that was far more intricate, more permanent than any bond her magic could imitate.
The emotions, his emotions, washed over her, through her, like a tidal wave, and for a moment, she wasn't even herself, she wasn't Amaris, she was but a husk, a shell, a vessel - but then, the queen, the huntress, the golden dragon within her rose up to meet her foe. Everything within was thrown at the bond - it was tried and tested and found strong, and stable, and true.
Bonded.
Amaris seemed to forget how to breathe.
And that was how the dragonmare came to be fainted, in the labyrinth, while a newborn King feasted.
It gnawed at her, a constant ache, ever-increasing. It seemed to sing, to reverberate her very core - the hunger consumed her.
Red. It burned within her, blinding her mind's eye, refusing her to see, to recognise or understand anything else. Heat coursed through her body, her golden scales gleamed brilliantly - she seemed to be at her peak, more alive, more powerful, more moreness.
She couldn't explain it - and when she tried to summon a dragonsoul, it wouldn't come. The dragonmare could feel her magic dancing within her, reaching out, trying. She could feel the weight of the souls pressing against her own, but something blocked them, something stopped them from coming through - something else was claiming that part of her today.
The dragonqueen hunted.
Only blood could come near to sating the hunger within her, but when she slaughtered her first hare - it was not enough. The blood dripped hot and wet down her throat, it stained her pelt and scales, it invigorated her and yet - it was not enough.
Amaris hunted, and gorged, until her stomach ached from all the blood, the meat, the skin and fur and bones. She killed and slaughtered and wept in the aftermath; until she saw it.
It was an egg. It was luminous in its beauty, golden, shimmering, glimmering. Amaris stopped all that she did and stared at it, transfixed by its beauty, pulled almost magnetically towards it.
But this was stronger than any magnet.
A crack appeared, and the hunger within Amaris trebled. Her eyes, deep pools of molten gold, bent lower, closer to the egg and-
"Dramyrth."
He suddenly existed, within her and without, strong and terrible and powerful. He, this dragon, this gold - he a King. Amaris stumbled back a step, stunned, surprised, gasping at the weight of his soul colliding, clinging, mingling and binding itself to her own in a way that was far more intricate, more permanent than any bond her magic could imitate.
The emotions, his emotions, washed over her, through her, like a tidal wave, and for a moment, she wasn't even herself, she wasn't Amaris, she was but a husk, a shell, a vessel - but then, the queen, the huntress, the golden dragon within her rose up to meet her foe. Everything within was thrown at the bond - it was tried and tested and found strong, and stable, and true.
Bonded.
Amaris seemed to forget how to breathe.
And that was how the dragonmare came to be fainted, in the labyrinth, while a newborn King feasted.
@Tandavi @Volterra @Mesec maybe?
Would prefer only those who have met Amaris before come please ^^
Please note: any besides Tandavi who approach Amaris right now will likely be growled at and bitten ^^;
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
