12-03-2020, 07:38 PM
All good things come to an end eventually.
It was a glorious end, Argus saw it as a honor to befall her first true home of the isles. This place deserved rot, deserved it's own ruin: who better to befall that then the very enemies it had created? than the monster's it had made? Argus' form was an eclipse of the sun: the shade coveted the isle as she swooped closer, blinding white form so dissimilar to their father- the protector of the isles was gone and in it's wake the monster's crept from underground. Delicious.
The Elysium, the Tanglewood, and finally the Typhoon. all will fall to the wake of their hunger, their drive. The dragon's gnarled form landed upon the temple with a crash, and the once clear skies had started to darken with the promise of a storm. Argus let out an earth shattering roar, an echo of the lava dragon under the kingpin's control. She was free- she done this freely and would enjoy the scorch marks along the earth of this place.
"oh, think of the children, won't you Roux?" The dragon muttered from atop the temple, their voice of wolfish delight. Ten eyes swirled between little character's. Finally settling on [member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member] with a grin. "Think of them won't you, fellow quartermaster?" With a crooked grin the painted white dragon launched themselves down towards the other. Thunder racing across their form condensing inside their mouth as a plasma breath. Aiming, even in a failed attempt to strike them, the ricocheting static should be enough to cause a mild stun. At worse, complete paralysis, for quite a while.
Another bellowing laugh broke from the dragon as they prowled closer to the hopefully downed quartermaster. THe sound of it sending a wave of mental attack to those weak to it. submit, and you may life till tomarrow, lay down your thoughts of fight and you're family may survive us
// Aiming huge lightening attack towards Roxxane, and smaller scale mental attack towards the few children still on the battlefield.
[table][tr][td]It was a glorious end, Argus saw it as a honor to befall her first true home of the isles. This place deserved rot, deserved it's own ruin: who better to befall that then the very enemies it had created? than the monster's it had made? Argus' form was an eclipse of the sun: the shade coveted the isle as she swooped closer, blinding white form so dissimilar to their father- the protector of the isles was gone and in it's wake the monster's crept from underground. Delicious.
The Elysium, the Tanglewood, and finally the Typhoon. all will fall to the wake of their hunger, their drive. The dragon's gnarled form landed upon the temple with a crash, and the once clear skies had started to darken with the promise of a storm. Argus let out an earth shattering roar, an echo of the lava dragon under the kingpin's control. She was free- she done this freely and would enjoy the scorch marks along the earth of this place.
"oh, think of the children, won't you Roux?" The dragon muttered from atop the temple, their voice of wolfish delight. Ten eyes swirled between little character's. Finally settling on [member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member] with a grin. "Think of them won't you, fellow quartermaster?" With a crooked grin the painted white dragon launched themselves down towards the other. Thunder racing across their form condensing inside their mouth as a plasma breath. Aiming, even in a failed attempt to strike them, the ricocheting static should be enough to cause a mild stun. At worse, complete paralysis, for quite a while.
Another bellowing laugh broke from the dragon as they prowled closer to the hopefully downed quartermaster. THe sound of it sending a wave of mental attack to those weak to it. submit, and you may life till tomarrow, lay down your thoughts of fight and you're family may survive us
// Aiming huge lightening attack towards Roxxane, and smaller scale mental attack towards the few children still on the battlefield.
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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"