The eternal watcher, the guardian, the shadow. It stood still as stone most days, a copper pillar of scale and fire made manifest. It was merely a feature of the Pitt at this point in time and anyone that inherited the throne of the the Black Temple also inherited the dragon of the Crimson Nile. It had served under many, as loyal as a dog to its rider. Now, it waited in silence for its companions to return.
It was no leader. It had not taken up the title of Ardent in the absence of its commanders. Its days of ruling were far beyond him, lost to the black waters of a bay that no one on this island had ever seen. Though it sat dutifully at the base of the throne, it did not react with distaste or derision as it focused its fiery eyes on the unchallenged usurper.
It rumbled a greeting and lifted its mighty head for what was most likely the first time in weeks. Perhaps a companion would give do it good.
It was no leader. It had not taken up the title of Ardent in the absence of its commanders. Its days of ruling were far beyond him, lost to the black waters of a bay that no one on this island had ever seen. Though it sat dutifully at the base of the throne, it did not react with distaste or derision as it focused its fiery eyes on the unchallenged usurper.
It rumbled a greeting and lifted its mighty head for what was most likely the first time in weeks. Perhaps a companion would give do it good.