10-15-2015, 03:14 PM
Once Animbus walked into the Pale Moors, he felt his scales crawl and paranoia seemed to cloud his mind, as if someone was watching him, trying to mask their presence. His surroundings seemed to have a gray filter over them, everything dead and dark. As much as it made him cautious, it reminded him of home. All the cities he burned to the ground in honor of his mother and father.
The dragon blended in well with his surroundings, his slitted eyes scanning the area in search of a direction to travel. Thick fog blanketed the area in front of him, beckoning him to venture into the unknown.
The winged reptile bared his teeth as he walked on all fours, trying to walk in a straight line, but he could hardly see a thing with the white fog impairing his vision. He took a moment and opened his mouth to reveal dark energy as it glared menacing light through the mist. Trees occasionally stood in his way, the area seeming to have a bit of a forest, but overall there was nothing of interest.
Even after what seemed like hours of walking through the thick fog, Animbus seemed to be getting nowhere. Was this just like the area he had left behind in the gate? A vast emptiness of white, except with fog? A sharp crackle followed but the rustle of what sounded like bones caused the dragon to turn to his right. Was it a trick of the mind? He didn't trust himself, nor the area around him.
With nothing in sight, he continued his journey, but the sounds followed him, as if he had more than just one tail behind him. With as much speed as he could manage with his hulking body, he turned to try and catch his stalker by surprise. A low growl rumbled in his throat as a shadow in the mist rushed and disappeared behind the nearest tree.
Animbus assumed a fighting stance, his wings spread and ready to take to the air and his eyes trained on the tree. With a small roar he stomped his right foot, demanding that the being revealed itself. With no answer, Animbus decided it best to demonstrate his power.
With a growl he then opened his mouth, charging his dark energy before launching the shadow ball at the natural wooden barricade. With a splintering crush the tree crumbled under the intense heat and force of the ball, giving almost no resistance as it tumbled back, the sound echoing through the fog as it came to a rest.
With a small step back, Animbus prepared for countermeasures, but was met with a shivering figure, most likely too scared to make any moves.
With another stomp and growl, the creature understood that there was no way out. Careful steps followed, the soft clatter of bones apparent as the being made its way to the dragon.
What stood before him was no creature, but what seemed to be the work of magic and necromancy. A living skeleton on human bones, trembling and wobbling before him. It was almost comical to the young dragon, as it raised its hands in submission before they fell apart, align with the rest of him. However, the bones then began to move again, more magic as they seemed to be pulled together by some unknown force, recreating the undead sack of bones.
The dragon blended in well with his surroundings, his slitted eyes scanning the area in search of a direction to travel. Thick fog blanketed the area in front of him, beckoning him to venture into the unknown.
The winged reptile bared his teeth as he walked on all fours, trying to walk in a straight line, but he could hardly see a thing with the white fog impairing his vision. He took a moment and opened his mouth to reveal dark energy as it glared menacing light through the mist. Trees occasionally stood in his way, the area seeming to have a bit of a forest, but overall there was nothing of interest.
Even after what seemed like hours of walking through the thick fog, Animbus seemed to be getting nowhere. Was this just like the area he had left behind in the gate? A vast emptiness of white, except with fog? A sharp crackle followed but the rustle of what sounded like bones caused the dragon to turn to his right. Was it a trick of the mind? He didn't trust himself, nor the area around him.
With nothing in sight, he continued his journey, but the sounds followed him, as if he had more than just one tail behind him. With as much speed as he could manage with his hulking body, he turned to try and catch his stalker by surprise. A low growl rumbled in his throat as a shadow in the mist rushed and disappeared behind the nearest tree.
Animbus assumed a fighting stance, his wings spread and ready to take to the air and his eyes trained on the tree. With a small roar he stomped his right foot, demanding that the being revealed itself. With no answer, Animbus decided it best to demonstrate his power.
With a growl he then opened his mouth, charging his dark energy before launching the shadow ball at the natural wooden barricade. With a splintering crush the tree crumbled under the intense heat and force of the ball, giving almost no resistance as it tumbled back, the sound echoing through the fog as it came to a rest.
With a small step back, Animbus prepared for countermeasures, but was met with a shivering figure, most likely too scared to make any moves.
With another stomp and growl, the creature understood that there was no way out. Careful steps followed, the soft clatter of bones apparent as the being made its way to the dragon.
What stood before him was no creature, but what seemed to be the work of magic and necromancy. A living skeleton on human bones, trembling and wobbling before him. It was almost comical to the young dragon, as it raised its hands in submission before they fell apart, align with the rest of him. However, the bones then began to move again, more magic as they seemed to be pulled together by some unknown force, recreating the undead sack of bones.