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| − | The young horned humanoid half-dragon breathed deeply bringing the scents of the grasslands into his essence. He could smell the yellow of wild flowers, the herd of wooly mammoths, and the evil that lurked nearby. His archenemy, the one that was truly responsible for his parent’s death was at hand. The son of Grendel blamed Beowulf, but that was his first impulse, the instinct of his human side. His dragon half helped him rationalize what really happened and who was to blame. Already, the Saurian god’s spells had twisted the surviving dragons into large reptilian lizards with wings and a wild feral mentality. Dragons had never needed wings to fly. A close friend was already losing her identity and could soon revert to an animalistic creature with no memory of her true heritage. He swore reclaim the Orb of the Pantheon so he could restore their true form. He was their last hope. | + | | The young horned humanoid half-dragon breathed deeply bringing the scents of the grasslands into his essence. He could smell the yellow of wild flowers, the herd of wooly mammoths, and the evil that lurked nearby. His archenemy, the one that was truly responsible for his parent’s death was at hand. The son of Grendel blamed Beowulf, but that was his first impulse, the instinct of his human side. His dragon half helped him rationalize what really happened and who was to blame. Already, the Saurian god’s spells had twisted the surviving dragons into large reptilian lizards with wings and a wild feral mentality. Dragons had never needed wings to fly. A close friend was already losing her identity and could soon revert to an animalistic creature with no memory of her true heritage. He swore reclaim the Orb of the Pantheon so he could restore their true form. He was their last hope. |
| − | Grendel’s son focused on the scent of malevolence, trying to forget that he too may be the last of the drakes. His superior senses told him the evil was still present and unmoving. Focusing harder, he could hear the blood coursing through the veins of the mammoths and taste it on the tip of his tongue. His mouth watered when the prehistoric Dark Lord struck. | + | |
| + | | Grendel’s son focused on the scent of malevolence, trying to forget that he too may be the last of the drakes. His superior senses told him the evil was still present and unmoving. Focusing harder, he could hear the blood coursing through the veins of the mammoths and taste it on the tip of his tongue. His mouth watered when the prehistoric Dark Lord struck. | ||
The Drake fell to one knee feeling his life force partially drain. He winced in pain and dodged another dark blast by dropping flat to the earth. | The Drake fell to one knee feeling his life force partially drain. He winced in pain and dodged another dark blast by dropping flat to the earth. | ||
| − | “Kae’lee meckdain?” | + | |
| + | |“Kae’lee meckdain?” | ||
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“Who else would I be looking for?” He growled clenching his teeth and ignoring the exhaustion that washed over him. Rolling to the right he flexed his metacarpals stretching the sinews unleashing his natural claws. The half-dragon loved fighting; a battle of wits, strategy, and strength had always invigorated him. His beloved mother blamed the sensation on their race’s human traits. | “Who else would I be looking for?” He growled clenching his teeth and ignoring the exhaustion that washed over him. Rolling to the right he flexed his metacarpals stretching the sinews unleashing his natural claws. The half-dragon loved fighting; a battle of wits, strategy, and strength had always invigorated him. His beloved mother blamed the sensation on their race’s human traits. | ||
“Kae’lee montor?” The dark god said raising a cloudy opaque sphere, the Orb of the Pantheon, with his gloved hand. | “Kae’lee montor?” The dark god said raising a cloudy opaque sphere, the Orb of the Pantheon, with his gloved hand. | ||
Revision as of 18:45, 16 December 2008
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This user's main character is a BlastaScrapaTankaFendaTrollaPeaceWarCorruptaDomaStalkaBrutaMindWidaSold. Hi, my name is Ockham. I'm a Total Altaholic. |
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