Upon the Winged Sword
Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 5:23 pm
by DogKama
Note this is a teaser of a story Im currently writing, and I wanted to get some help if need.
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The smell of sulfur was a tantalizing, yet ominous scent. The waves of orange, and yellow danced violently like a mob on the brink of riot through the forest, jumping from tree to tree, plant to plant… person to person. The roaring screams of panic echoed across sky almost drowning the commands of her subordinates…almost anyway.
“Watch yourselves! Don’t over extend!”
“More over here! Don’t let them escape!”
“Clear! Press forward, and don’t stop!”
It was music to her scaled ears, so much so she could blissfully sleep to its unnaturally soothing melody. Overlooking the scene of glory and “progress” as she called it from her pillar (cloud) in the sky, the dragon closed her eyes, inhaling the cold, smoke filled air into her body. What a scent! If there were flowers of this she would grow them in and around her home. It filled her with a giddiness nothing else could do, except when she fought by her husband’s side. To rule with such power, to command, and demand respect, and fear nothing…. Such is this primal, almost raging instinct from an age long since passed; an age where it must of truly meant to be called “Dragon”.
A faint, annoying voice had pried its way over the sounds of battle, and into her thoughts, causing the dragon’s face to momentarily cringe in displeasure. She didn’t like being awoken from her thoughts, especially right now as she was blissfully “connecting” with her heritage. A tilt of the head, a lazy, un-amused glance from her fear instilling, yellow eyes scanned the skyline ignoring the bits of grey smoke rising from the forest below. With the sounds of fighting and people still scurrying about made finding the voice’s owner nearly impossible, until…
“Mi Lady! MI Lady! I have news of the upmost importance!”
Recognizing the voice, she made a back lift (more for showing off) and dived toward the ground below. It took but 5 seconds for her to reach the ground, only to pull up and land with a mighty thud, the worn snow crunching under her weight. It was only now the scope of her figure became known; nearly 6’ 6’’ in height she was an imposing sight, almost the size of an ogre.
“Watch yourselves! Don’t over extend!”
“More over here! Don’t let them escape!”
“Clear! Press forward, and don’t stop!”
It was music to her scaled ears, so much so she could blissfully sleep to its unnaturally soothing melody. Overlooking the scene of glory and “progress” as she called it from her pillar (cloud) in the sky, the dragon closed her eyes, inhaling the cold, smoke filled air into her body. What a scent! If there were flowers of this she would grow them in and around her home. It filled her with a giddiness nothing else could do, except when she fought by her husband’s side. To rule with such power, to command, and demand respect, and fear nothing…. Such is this primal, almost raging instinct from an age long since passed; an age where it must of truly meant to be called “Dragon”.
A faint, annoying voice had pried its way over the sounds of battle, and into her thoughts, causing the dragon’s face to momentarily cringe in displeasure. She didn’t like being awoken from her thoughts, especially right now as she was blissfully “connecting” with her heritage. A tilt of the head, a lazy, un-amused glance from her fear instilling, yellow eyes scanned the skyline ignoring the bits of grey smoke rising from the forest below. With the sounds of fighting and people still scurrying about made finding the voice’s owner nearly impossible, until…
“Mi Lady! MI Lady! I have news of the upmost importance!”
Recognizing the voice, she made a back lift (more for showing off) and dived toward the ground below. It took but 5 seconds for her to reach the ground, only to pull up and land with a mighty thud, the worn snow crunching under her weight. It was only now the scope of her figure became known; nearly 6’ 6’’ in height she was an imposing sight, almost the size of an ogre.