06-18-2019, 07:59 PM
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It had been centuries since they last walked the earth above. A sleep meant to last only a few years—rejuvenation had been their initial goal—turned to a hibernation that left them only weaker. Eventually, though, the beast wanted out. Even in their sleep they were aware that it had been far too long of a sleep. They needed to wake. The world above them was fresh and new, and all the more ready for a new king.
Black clouds rolled both high above the ice and crawled over its cold surface. Snow blew hard thick, limited visibility to barely a foot in front of the creatures that lingered in the area. A clap of thunder and strike of lightning lit up the blackened sky, the winds of the storm howling so loud it sounded as though a demon were stretching its jaws to devour the world. Another flash of lightning; it struck deep into the ice, cracking it open with an enormous sound. Bolt after bolt of electricity crackled into the ice until the slab shifted and broke, crumbling into oblivion. Thick black clouds rose like smoke from the hole, and from the depths of the earth came a terrible groan.
A shadow illuminated by crackles of lightning among the clouds bore the image of a great beast. The fog swirled, and from the void a golden paw rose, slamming down upon the ice. Claws drug over the surface and latched, before another paw rose and followed suit. A low chattering noise echoed from the hole, and in the darkness, six yellow orbs glowed; three royal golden heads emerged as did the rest of the monster, wings like a hurricane as they spread to their full length and gave a heavy thrust to heave themselves out of the blackness.
With the storm coiling around them, the three-headed dragon stretched each jaw and let out a terrible scream to the heavens, wings stretched out wide. Lightning crackled atop their golden crowns and across the length of their leathery wings, down their back and twisting off their rattling tails.
The king has returned.
It had been centuries since they last walked the earth above. A sleep meant to last only a few years—rejuvenation had been their initial goal—turned to a hibernation that left them only weaker. Eventually, though, the beast wanted out. Even in their sleep they were aware that it had been far too long of a sleep. They needed to wake. The world above them was fresh and new, and all the more ready for a new king.
Black clouds rolled both high above the ice and crawled over its cold surface. Snow blew hard thick, limited visibility to barely a foot in front of the creatures that lingered in the area. A clap of thunder and strike of lightning lit up the blackened sky, the winds of the storm howling so loud it sounded as though a demon were stretching its jaws to devour the world. Another flash of lightning; it struck deep into the ice, cracking it open with an enormous sound. Bolt after bolt of electricity crackled into the ice until the slab shifted and broke, crumbling into oblivion. Thick black clouds rose like smoke from the hole, and from the depths of the earth came a terrible groan.
A shadow illuminated by crackles of lightning among the clouds bore the image of a great beast. The fog swirled, and from the void a golden paw rose, slamming down upon the ice. Claws drug over the surface and latched, before another paw rose and followed suit. A low chattering noise echoed from the hole, and in the darkness, six yellow orbs glowed; three royal golden heads emerged as did the rest of the monster, wings like a hurricane as they spread to their full length and gave a heavy thrust to heave themselves out of the blackness.
With the storm coiling around them, the three-headed dragon stretched each jaw and let out a terrible scream to the heavens, wings stretched out wide. Lightning crackled atop their golden crowns and across the length of their leathery wings, down their back and twisting off their rattling tails.
The king has returned.
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CAUSE ALL YOUR HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL
I'VE MADE YOUR MISERY MY GOAL
SO IF YOU WANT SURVIVAL, KNEEL ON MY ARRIVAL
I'VE MADE YOUR MISERY MY GOAL
SO IF YOU WANT SURVIVAL, KNEEL ON MY ARRIVAL