Post by Operea on Aug 7, 2007 2:56:33 GMT -5
[Anyone may post, this isn't a private thread. Hiya kids, I'm Teagan's friend. ;3 Pardon length, it's sort of rushed.. Just wanted to get this up! Oh, and.. HI TEAGAN MONOLAYLARELAL pls]
A great mass flew quickly, silently, almost unnoticed over the grounds. Its destination: Fenrir's Wood. The creature sported an impressive pair of wings, strong webbed limbs which carried it to its location in record time. Bright, colour-changing eyes, currently lime in colour, sought out a proper landing spot. It was but moments before the beast was on the ground, examining its surroundings with a keen sight. In no time, the creature had found a place to call home, a little cave set in the ground, just off to the side of the grassy 'landing pad.' After doing a bit of settling in, the winged thing padded from its new living quarters in quadrupedal fashion, all four scaled paws mercilessly but somehow majestically crushing the undergrowth beneath them as it wandered out to explore this new forest.
A sudden bellow erupted from the beast's throat, a claim of territory echoing through the forest, caressed far and wide by the wind. This was Operea, standing a massive sixteen-foot tall, a scaled creature known as a dragon. He was a drake, a male dragon, a creature of intelligent mind - though macabre - and wicked temper. Large ars perked on his head, swiveling about at every sound. Between, a thick mane of obsidian flowed, its roots ending just before his wings. The dragon in his entirety was a deep indigo, highlighted bluegreen in proper light, markings of the purest of white, almost tribal in design, laced over his scales. From his dark basecolour, one could tell that this monstrosity was made for nocturnal hunting, but Operea (unfortunately enough for his prey) had grown to learn that he could hunt whenever he hungered. And so he did, slinking whenever and wherever food could be scented, sometimes walking among wizards. When this happened, the drake took the form of a bipedal dragon (He doesn't look like a human, people, just a 7.5ft dragon on two legs, sometimes with clothes), his features sensible and gentle, only his malicious eyes betraying his intentions.
Strong jaws opened the dragon's maw again, a mouthful of teeth sharp as razors being displayed as again a new call was made, one of.. invitation. The drake wanted to at least meet the creatures he lived with, creatures he might someday eat, battle, even be killed or captured by. But what were the odds of the latter two happening? With a guttural growl, Operea sat back on his haunches, waiting - a newcomer, a scaled behemoth.
A great mass flew quickly, silently, almost unnoticed over the grounds. Its destination: Fenrir's Wood. The creature sported an impressive pair of wings, strong webbed limbs which carried it to its location in record time. Bright, colour-changing eyes, currently lime in colour, sought out a proper landing spot. It was but moments before the beast was on the ground, examining its surroundings with a keen sight. In no time, the creature had found a place to call home, a little cave set in the ground, just off to the side of the grassy 'landing pad.' After doing a bit of settling in, the winged thing padded from its new living quarters in quadrupedal fashion, all four scaled paws mercilessly but somehow majestically crushing the undergrowth beneath them as it wandered out to explore this new forest.
A sudden bellow erupted from the beast's throat, a claim of territory echoing through the forest, caressed far and wide by the wind. This was Operea, standing a massive sixteen-foot tall, a scaled creature known as a dragon. He was a drake, a male dragon, a creature of intelligent mind - though macabre - and wicked temper. Large ars perked on his head, swiveling about at every sound. Between, a thick mane of obsidian flowed, its roots ending just before his wings. The dragon in his entirety was a deep indigo, highlighted bluegreen in proper light, markings of the purest of white, almost tribal in design, laced over his scales. From his dark basecolour, one could tell that this monstrosity was made for nocturnal hunting, but Operea (unfortunately enough for his prey) had grown to learn that he could hunt whenever he hungered. And so he did, slinking whenever and wherever food could be scented, sometimes walking among wizards. When this happened, the drake took the form of a bipedal dragon (He doesn't look like a human, people, just a 7.5ft dragon on two legs, sometimes with clothes), his features sensible and gentle, only his malicious eyes betraying his intentions.
Strong jaws opened the dragon's maw again, a mouthful of teeth sharp as razors being displayed as again a new call was made, one of.. invitation. The drake wanted to at least meet the creatures he lived with, creatures he might someday eat, battle, even be killed or captured by. But what were the odds of the latter two happening? With a guttural growl, Operea sat back on his haunches, waiting - a newcomer, a scaled behemoth.