04-19-2016, 10:33 PM
From where the colossal fire drake slept within its mount of glittering obsidian cinders and coiling pools of molten rock, a strident bang resounded through the labyrinthine chambers of Volvagia’s den. Its nostrils flared and snuffed, a prismatic aura rippling the surrounding air as its titanic girth shifted into wakefulness.
Who would intrude upon such sacred rest?
The volcano’s gaping top belched out a massive plume of smoke, flames veiled in reddish heat hazily unfurling across the dusky sky. Seismic shocks vibrated through the landscape, only the glow from the scattered craters providing illumination by which those gathered could squint into the foggy chasm. Heat glistened upon their skin, pungent with salt and sweat.
With a deafening crack, the mountainside was split in twain; a luminous, blazing pulse sent a cloud of dirt and soot hurtling towards the warriors, driving them several staggering paces backwards from the stygian blackness that now stretched before them. A gaping fissure with its mouth frozen in perfect agonized rictus wailed back at them when they ventured to return their gaze, a chill like the polar inversion of fire overflowing within their noble warrior’s hearts.
A colossal form soared out from the darkest depths of the mountain in an ominous cloud of scarlet smoke, its eyes like diadem-shaped siphons of blazing gold that oozed and wept. Glares from the intense heat gleamed upon its black carapace as the dragon’s throat flared and it bared its jagged fangs. A deep, jarring quake stuttered through the Ashen Steppes as its great head turned to glare scornfully at the battalion of primes that would dare challenge the magnificent Volvagia.
The dragon Volvagia’s maw slackened, a torrent of wet and vicious gorge dribbling out through its serrated teeth as it let loose a thundering, primordial roar that seemed to shake the very rafters of the heavens, the threads of reality itself fraying. Angry snarls and screeches echoed its cry, the drake’s brood surging outwards on winds of devastation and athwart the craggy, fire-veined earth.
Howling winds blew against the ground, churning up firestorms of dust and shimmering heat. In one swift lunge, Volvagia’s serpentine belly sent gusts crackling like bullwhips through the air as it swept over the cluster of primes, its talons shrieking piercingly over their heads. Volvagia’s neck bowed and curved in delight as it observed their frantic ducking out of the corner of its eye, ash and fire buffeting the little stinging ants as they scurried and danced.
As it arched back around in a corkscrew-like helix of gleaming scales, Volvagia spat a blast of white-hot flame into the smoke-clogged atmosphere, a phantasmagoric reverberation of heat hailing down upon its reviled foes. Flames leapt across its spiraling horns as Volvagia’s winding coils twisted and undulated through the air, an inferno of dripping yellows and oranges slicing in cyclically-inclined drafts through the air.
A brief scintilla of light glinted in its peripheral vision, certainly nothing more than an infinitesimal spark among thousands of others, and so the unbothered dragon continued to revel in its complete and total dominion over the group of unfortunate primes. That is, until a burst of light snapped upwards and crackled perilously near to its side, reining the large fire lizard’s attention back in with all its grand peskiness.
Whirling around with the wrath of a death-bringer burning in its gaze, the immense drake shrieked and made to dive-bomb the warriors scuttling about far below it, its curved beak gleaming as it upended a torrent of fiery rage upon them. A steady, sustained blast of blindingly bright fire soared over their heads as the dragon glided past. Red and orange tongues lapped against the gutted volcano’s smoky puffs, intermingling imperceptibly with the uninterrupted worms of lava already slavering out.
Out of the residual flames left behind in its jagged shadow, the primes burst forth with renewed vigor. They were determined to destroy this monster, this destroyer of homes and devourer of stone people. Their minds whispered of wealth, greed, hopes for the future and dreams long finished. Volvagia could not empathize; there was only hunger, roiling the ashes that gasped and spluttered ceaselessly in its heart.
Volvagia’s jawbones loosened as it reeled through a sea of smog and flickering embers, its soulfireheart razing the skies and the earth into volatile thickets of fire. Lesser beings shriveled and scattered like autumn leaves before its breath, and yet these foolish primes persisted. The dragon deliberated on this, perplexed.
Armor and weapons melt; organs and crispy skin broil into ash and create a crucible of bone. They would burn no rarer or more gallantly than the heroes of old, whatever their worldly cause.
That split instant of rumination concluded, Volvagia’s sides heaved like the bellows of a forge as ferrous liquid poured from the span of interminable paradise between its jaws.
Who would intrude upon such sacred rest?
The volcano’s gaping top belched out a massive plume of smoke, flames veiled in reddish heat hazily unfurling across the dusky sky. Seismic shocks vibrated through the landscape, only the glow from the scattered craters providing illumination by which those gathered could squint into the foggy chasm. Heat glistened upon their skin, pungent with salt and sweat.
With a deafening crack, the mountainside was split in twain; a luminous, blazing pulse sent a cloud of dirt and soot hurtling towards the warriors, driving them several staggering paces backwards from the stygian blackness that now stretched before them. A gaping fissure with its mouth frozen in perfect agonized rictus wailed back at them when they ventured to return their gaze, a chill like the polar inversion of fire overflowing within their noble warrior’s hearts.
A colossal form soared out from the darkest depths of the mountain in an ominous cloud of scarlet smoke, its eyes like diadem-shaped siphons of blazing gold that oozed and wept. Glares from the intense heat gleamed upon its black carapace as the dragon’s throat flared and it bared its jagged fangs. A deep, jarring quake stuttered through the Ashen Steppes as its great head turned to glare scornfully at the battalion of primes that would dare challenge the magnificent Volvagia.
The dragon Volvagia’s maw slackened, a torrent of wet and vicious gorge dribbling out through its serrated teeth as it let loose a thundering, primordial roar that seemed to shake the very rafters of the heavens, the threads of reality itself fraying. Angry snarls and screeches echoed its cry, the drake’s brood surging outwards on winds of devastation and athwart the craggy, fire-veined earth.
Howling winds blew against the ground, churning up firestorms of dust and shimmering heat. In one swift lunge, Volvagia’s serpentine belly sent gusts crackling like bullwhips through the air as it swept over the cluster of primes, its talons shrieking piercingly over their heads. Volvagia’s neck bowed and curved in delight as it observed their frantic ducking out of the corner of its eye, ash and fire buffeting the little stinging ants as they scurried and danced.
As it arched back around in a corkscrew-like helix of gleaming scales, Volvagia spat a blast of white-hot flame into the smoke-clogged atmosphere, a phantasmagoric reverberation of heat hailing down upon its reviled foes. Flames leapt across its spiraling horns as Volvagia’s winding coils twisted and undulated through the air, an inferno of dripping yellows and oranges slicing in cyclically-inclined drafts through the air.
A brief scintilla of light glinted in its peripheral vision, certainly nothing more than an infinitesimal spark among thousands of others, and so the unbothered dragon continued to revel in its complete and total dominion over the group of unfortunate primes. That is, until a burst of light snapped upwards and crackled perilously near to its side, reining the large fire lizard’s attention back in with all its grand peskiness.
Whirling around with the wrath of a death-bringer burning in its gaze, the immense drake shrieked and made to dive-bomb the warriors scuttling about far below it, its curved beak gleaming as it upended a torrent of fiery rage upon them. A steady, sustained blast of blindingly bright fire soared over their heads as the dragon glided past. Red and orange tongues lapped against the gutted volcano’s smoky puffs, intermingling imperceptibly with the uninterrupted worms of lava already slavering out.
Out of the residual flames left behind in its jagged shadow, the primes burst forth with renewed vigor. They were determined to destroy this monster, this destroyer of homes and devourer of stone people. Their minds whispered of wealth, greed, hopes for the future and dreams long finished. Volvagia could not empathize; there was only hunger, roiling the ashes that gasped and spluttered ceaselessly in its heart.
Volvagia’s jawbones loosened as it reeled through a sea of smog and flickering embers, its soulfireheart razing the skies and the earth into volatile thickets of fire. Lesser beings shriveled and scattered like autumn leaves before its breath, and yet these foolish primes persisted. The dragon deliberated on this, perplexed.
Armor and weapons melt; organs and crispy skin broil into ash and create a crucible of bone. They would burn no rarer or more gallantly than the heroes of old, whatever their worldly cause.
That split instant of rumination concluded, Volvagia’s sides heaved like the bellows of a forge as ferrous liquid poured from the span of interminable paradise between its jaws.
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