01-02-2021, 12:24 PM
THE PINES WERE ROARING
renlys stormbringer . male . the iron forged . member
For eons, the Ore Mountains had been homes to drakes and dragons alike, great beats borne of fire and earth. Their cries were loud and distinct, their voices crackling from their smoking maws. Renlys was no native of the Ore Mountains, he had come from a distant land where pure-blooded dragons such as himself were rarer than they were revered, but he did feel at home among the searing mountain range.
In that land, Renlys had been a prince both by marriage and by blood. He was of pure royal blood, the kind not found in a lot of place anymore. Here, Renlys was just another red dragon that felt at ease with the extreme heat of the stone beneath his scales.
One thing had not changed, though. Wherever he was, he was always the king's shadow. Renlys may not the brightest dragon but he was loyal. And it was because of that steadfast loyalty that Renlys had perched within the Hall of Kings, his fiery eyes surveying the area below him, waiting for his king to give him an order of the day.
In that land, Renlys had been a prince both by marriage and by blood. He was of pure royal blood, the kind not found in a lot of place anymore. Here, Renlys was just another red dragon that felt at ease with the extreme heat of the stone beneath his scales.
One thing had not changed, though. Wherever he was, he was always the king's shadow. Renlys may not the brightest dragon but he was loyal. And it was because of that steadfast loyalty that Renlys had perched within the Hall of Kings, his fiery eyes surveying the area below him, waiting for his king to give him an order of the day.