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09-16-2013, 07:02 PM
What was it about the Edge that seemed to draw chaos to its borders? Outcasts seemed intent on stopping by and giving birth, others seemed intent on invading and attempting (and failing) to take over. Others still seemed to think that breaking down and crying would gain them entry. It was not just hooved creatures this evening, but winged ones too. The drakes caused a stir that Akaith detected almost immediately, and in doing so, alerted her bonded. Almost immediately she felt the pull of her magic tug upon her, consume her, she felt herself change. The pain wore off swiftly, and the next time she blinked, it was through eyes that saw the world differently. Spreading her wings, she easily pushed herself into the sky, following in the wake of the smaller golden Akaith.
As the little queen arrived, she furiously told all the lesser drakes her position, and was pleased when they dispersed. The little dragon soon disappeared too, and hid in the trees nearby. She was able to give her bonded a view of what was happening from her perch, and Mirage was confused - where were the guards, the protection of the lands. Why were three - no, four - outcasts standing around her lands, giving birth?
A dragon's call echoed across the skies above, and it came from a dragon much larger and more real than the ones who had just fled the scene before. Her golden scales were muted in the moonlight, but still she cast a shadow as her frame passed overhead. Nearby, she landed, and immediately made to approach those who would trespass. A low growl rumbled in her throat, as the DragonHeart drew herself to her full height - an intimidating feat once the elongation of her neck stretched out high and tall. Wings were folded down by her side, though they shuffled, as if to demonstrate that they could very well be used as weapons if need be. Her tail lashed at the undergrowth beneath, as her eyes, deep pools of molten gold, pierced the darkness to behold all those who stood before her.
"What is the meaning of this?" The voice that came from the maw of the dragon was demanding, and yet, almost sympathetic to the cause of the new mother. Her talons kneaded the soil below, as she considered each of those present with a heavy stare.
As the little queen arrived, she furiously told all the lesser drakes her position, and was pleased when they dispersed. The little dragon soon disappeared too, and hid in the trees nearby. She was able to give her bonded a view of what was happening from her perch, and Mirage was confused - where were the guards, the protection of the lands. Why were three - no, four - outcasts standing around her lands, giving birth?
A dragon's call echoed across the skies above, and it came from a dragon much larger and more real than the ones who had just fled the scene before. Her golden scales were muted in the moonlight, but still she cast a shadow as her frame passed overhead. Nearby, she landed, and immediately made to approach those who would trespass. A low growl rumbled in her throat, as the DragonHeart drew herself to her full height - an intimidating feat once the elongation of her neck stretched out high and tall. Wings were folded down by her side, though they shuffled, as if to demonstrate that they could very well be used as weapons if need be. Her tail lashed at the undergrowth beneath, as her eyes, deep pools of molten gold, pierced the darkness to behold all those who stood before her.
"What is the meaning of this?" The voice that came from the maw of the dragon was demanding, and yet, almost sympathetic to the cause of the new mother. Her talons kneaded the soil below, as she considered each of those present with a heavy stare.
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