01-10-2021, 04:25 PM
THE PINES WERE ROARING
renlys stormbringer . male . the iron forged . member
With the influx of draconic beings around him, Renlys had begun to feel... ignited. Something deep within him had kindled into a flame, a biological urge that had laid dormant for some years. It began with his yearly shed. Scaled dragons like himself usually shed once or twice a year with little issue and little change.
This year, Renlys had happily discarded his old scales to realize that there was something different about him. Frills had revealed themselves, delicate red and gold frills that he could shake at will.
Renlys knew what this meant, though he was hesitant to admit it. Mating season had started to affect him too.
And so he had begun to change his normal routine. He started a small nest in a warm cliffside. He had made sure to grab a spot where he could look out upon the water while he worked. It reminded him of his own coastal home and brought a bit of comfort to the nesting dragon. He filled his little alcove with shells and animal bones, spoils that he brought back from the Typhoon. Half-melted ores and crystals decorated the top of his growing pile, taken from the mountain range that he lived in. It was a nice little hoard, if he did say so himself.
With a hoard started and his frills all pretty, Renlys had taken to the skies today, beating his powerful wings and shaking his frills in an obvious move to grab some dragon-like being's attention. He trumpeted his intent now, a shockingly sing-song sound compared to the typical screeching that came from his reptilian maw.
This year, Renlys had happily discarded his old scales to realize that there was something different about him. Frills had revealed themselves, delicate red and gold frills that he could shake at will.
Renlys knew what this meant, though he was hesitant to admit it. Mating season had started to affect him too.
And so he had begun to change his normal routine. He started a small nest in a warm cliffside. He had made sure to grab a spot where he could look out upon the water while he worked. It reminded him of his own coastal home and brought a bit of comfort to the nesting dragon. He filled his little alcove with shells and animal bones, spoils that he brought back from the Typhoon. Half-melted ores and crystals decorated the top of his growing pile, taken from the mountain range that he lived in. It was a nice little hoard, if he did say so himself.
With a hoard started and his frills all pretty, Renlys had taken to the skies today, beating his powerful wings and shaking his frills in an obvious move to grab some dragon-like being's attention. He trumpeted his intent now, a shockingly sing-song sound compared to the typical screeching that came from his reptilian maw.
