Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
A dragon's roar answered, carried from a distant peak by erratic winds. Before long a silhouette shadowed the horizon to the south, dark and sleek with the tail whipping in its wake; all black scales and dread temper made sour by the biting cold. Still, it didn't lead with a cone of fire, which was rather gentle for a Black; it approached lazily, almost playful in the way it let the wind carry it off course, to drift in a circle around the griffin. Nacreous eyes, void of a pupil and pearlescent in its subtly shifting hue, suggested this wasn't your typical dragon; and while it didn't spark with recognition, it held no end of mischief.
Beating its massive wings, with an added burst of speed the dragon fell into the circle the griffin had been drawing, and reached out a serpentine neck to snap playfully after the griffin's tail. Like an invite to a game of tag - or better yet, the provocation to fight, to test their mettle against one another and see who was the true ruler of this patch of sky.
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Beating its massive wings, with an added burst of speed the dragon fell into the circle the griffin had been drawing, and reached out a serpentine neck to snap playfully after the griffin's tail. Like an invite to a game of tag - or better yet, the provocation to fight, to test their mettle against one another and see who was the true ruler of this patch of sky.
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Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
