Post by attleboro on Apr 30, 2006 19:04:10 GMT -5
Birds chirped in the trees as Fenrir's wood was peaceful and quiet. Despite its tough interior, from the sky above the Forest it seemed like just another peaceful nature scene. However, a great shadow came over the wood, and the birds fell silent almost immediately. A monster long since forgotten by Nature was swooping overhead, freezing all the world beneath it's large underbelly.
And then, with a great crash, it landed. A large bellow came from its deep, black mouth. Its mouth wide in roaring, a enormous row of teeth the size of castle turrets were visible. Tufts of flame shot from its nostrils as it snorted loudly. The beast's irises were pure Garnet red, with a large dialated pupil. Its scales were shining ebony, like a rich obsidian. All lined down its back from the crook of its neck to the tip of its tail were spikes the size of masts.
The beast was a Dragon. A Hungarian Horntail. The largest, most frightening, and most powerful of the Dragons that dwelled in the Sunchamber of the Shadow Temple, deep in Diadem Fortress, home of the Society of Shadows. And as the ferocious Dragon raised its head sunward to bask in the light - for reptiles were cold blooded creatures, and this Horntail had never even seen the real sun - it let forth another Earth-rendering roar.
"Aye, there ye go, old boy. Just keep it down, we don't want Windwaltz and his whole entire entourage on your big old tail." The Dragon snorted at the stereotypically Australian accent of his rider. On the back of the Dragon, hardly comparable to it, was a man. Leaping off the Dragon's side, he appeared more comparable to humans, as oppsosed to comparable to Dragons. The man was enormously tall, though still natural. At least about 6'10", he had arms the size of barrels and they were covered in thick light brown hair.
It was not just his arms that had been worked out. His legs, his torso, every last bit of body with muscle was practically bulging. He wore a light brown jacket, thick enough to keep him clothed, thin enough to let him sweat out jungle heat. His pants were of the same material - though thicker so that disease carriers were less prone to get through. On his head was a pith helmet, the kind worn by men deep in the Safari. To complete the get-up were strong leather boots that could smash pythons.
Lastly, in his enormous hand was a rifle. It was long enough that any normal man would have to carry it in both arms, but it was easy to see that such a muscular man could carry it in just one. Though one could be fooled into thinking it was just another Muggle weapon, the trick was in the barrel, where there was a long and powerful wand in place of a shell-holder.
"Hmm...such a ruddy little Forest. I was expectin' at least a bloomin' Jungle. Aye, this place is no place for a true Beast. I'll see to this mehself, if meh name's not Richard Attleboro." bg
And then, with a great crash, it landed. A large bellow came from its deep, black mouth. Its mouth wide in roaring, a enormous row of teeth the size of castle turrets were visible. Tufts of flame shot from its nostrils as it snorted loudly. The beast's irises were pure Garnet red, with a large dialated pupil. Its scales were shining ebony, like a rich obsidian. All lined down its back from the crook of its neck to the tip of its tail were spikes the size of masts.
The beast was a Dragon. A Hungarian Horntail. The largest, most frightening, and most powerful of the Dragons that dwelled in the Sunchamber of the Shadow Temple, deep in Diadem Fortress, home of the Society of Shadows. And as the ferocious Dragon raised its head sunward to bask in the light - for reptiles were cold blooded creatures, and this Horntail had never even seen the real sun - it let forth another Earth-rendering roar.
"Aye, there ye go, old boy. Just keep it down, we don't want Windwaltz and his whole entire entourage on your big old tail." The Dragon snorted at the stereotypically Australian accent of his rider. On the back of the Dragon, hardly comparable to it, was a man. Leaping off the Dragon's side, he appeared more comparable to humans, as oppsosed to comparable to Dragons. The man was enormously tall, though still natural. At least about 6'10", he had arms the size of barrels and they were covered in thick light brown hair.
It was not just his arms that had been worked out. His legs, his torso, every last bit of body with muscle was practically bulging. He wore a light brown jacket, thick enough to keep him clothed, thin enough to let him sweat out jungle heat. His pants were of the same material - though thicker so that disease carriers were less prone to get through. On his head was a pith helmet, the kind worn by men deep in the Safari. To complete the get-up were strong leather boots that could smash pythons.
Lastly, in his enormous hand was a rifle. It was long enough that any normal man would have to carry it in both arms, but it was easy to see that such a muscular man could carry it in just one. Though one could be fooled into thinking it was just another Muggle weapon, the trick was in the barrel, where there was a long and powerful wand in place of a shell-holder.
"Hmm...such a ruddy little Forest. I was expectin' at least a bloomin' Jungle. Aye, this place is no place for a true Beast. I'll see to this mehself, if meh name's not Richard Attleboro." bg