Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
A rumble like distant thunder could be heard on the wind, rolling steadily closer. Dark wings ate up the miles even at a leisurely pace. They were a marvel, infinitely more efficient than the acrobatic crow - every wingbeat brought a thrill, a surge of delight at her own strength, at the speed – at the wind caressing her scales and the landscape rolling by beneath her. A joyride it was, undertaken for the sheer joy of flight in a shift still new to her. Testing its senses, Maea let the unpredictable thermals of the mountains and jungle carry her off course.
A structure perching on a clifftop high above the forest floor caught her eye during one such detour. Flicking the long tail like a rudder might steer a ship to port, her vast shadow rolled over treetops and rocky outcroppings as she circled ever closer. Curiosity was ever her favorite vice; having never been in these parts of the jungle before, the idea of stumbling across some ancient ruin or exploring a new shrine kindled every childhood dream of adventure from dormancy. By the looks of it, this structure was probably the later. Intrigued, she began searching for a space open enough to land, unaware that the draft of her wings was messing with the petals and offerings so diligently placed by another visitor.
A structure perching on a clifftop high above the forest floor caught her eye during one such detour. Flicking the long tail like a rudder might steer a ship to port, her vast shadow rolled over treetops and rocky outcroppings as she circled ever closer. Curiosity was ever her favorite vice; having never been in these parts of the jungle before, the idea of stumbling across some ancient ruin or exploring a new shrine kindled every childhood dream of adventure from dormancy. By the looks of it, this structure was probably the later. Intrigued, she began searching for a space open enough to land, unaware that the draft of her wings was messing with the petals and offerings so diligently placed by another visitor.
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
