Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 23:52:40 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽
Can you see through the mist !?
Ages past were known to travel the world. Their lands were uncharted mysteries and heavens inhabited by ruthless gods that spit lighting, wind, and rain. Among the most traversed were the mysterious mountains, but in ancient times they were not yet the colossal gods that scrape the floors of heaven. In the belly of these stony giants were the greatest treasures known to the past and present. But…there were none who could find these rumored riches and so man climbed on.
No rumors of death, not threats of becoming a monster's next meal could discourage the visions of touching, holding, a legend. In the mountains the greatest treasure to behold belonged to an ancient spirit. A lone guardian was at was said to reside atop the mountains and guarded a powerful magic armor said to bestow its user great strength and the ability to breathe like a dragon! But the guardian was as fierce as a Mongol horde and summoned Heartless to do his bidding.
It was truly inconsiderate of the Ancestors, he felt, to spread such lies. Why were humans so dumb and lazy? Gaining power by taking the strength of another may be the will of nature, but hunting a lie was pure naivety. Maybe it was simply e greed that lured even cowards into the dangers of the wilderness. Maybe it was blind faith in the bragging tales of a man who lived listlessly.
But there were also scholars who roamed he mountain heights searching for answers to the unknown and invisible. Legends of power and eternal knowledge blessed this who faced the beast. But none ever carried the true tales of terror that spoke o the mighty wage of a dragon, whose temper is treated as the cause of monsoons. Few, if any, survived that tempest. But who would fear one so small? Compared to some species he was quite small, but looks were always a deceiving temptresses before a dragon's power.
Even so, even a guardian of legend was privy to a nap, no matter how treacherous the Red Titan was rumored to be, with his relations with the shadows that feast upon the of man.
There he lay. The so called guardian of he mountain. A long, serpentine body lay curled over the sheer, jagged face of the mountains. His body seemed to take the shape of the stones he lay over. If not for the contrasting red and black coloration marking the dragon could have been easily mistaken as rotten moss and shrubbery. His black mane, which ran from the top of his head to where his backlegs seemed to tangle with some vines, messily draped over his glimmering, red scales.
Amber eyes stared off toward the uneven trails, carved into the mountain face by all from peasants to the caravans of kings. A short arm, tipped at the ended with two black claws, dangled from the outcropping, playing with a twisted leaf growing from the vines below. Floppy rabbit like ears seemed to detract from the heinous looking fangs of white that seemed to curl up from his lower lips like an elephant's tusks.
Be it power or knowledge: one would have to find that the roots of all legends wee doused in a bit of truth.
No rumors of death, not threats of becoming a monster's next meal could discourage the visions of touching, holding, a legend. In the mountains the greatest treasure to behold belonged to an ancient spirit. A lone guardian was at was said to reside atop the mountains and guarded a powerful magic armor said to bestow its user great strength and the ability to breathe like a dragon! But the guardian was as fierce as a Mongol horde and summoned Heartless to do his bidding.
It was truly inconsiderate of the Ancestors, he felt, to spread such lies. Why were humans so dumb and lazy? Gaining power by taking the strength of another may be the will of nature, but hunting a lie was pure naivety. Maybe it was simply e greed that lured even cowards into the dangers of the wilderness. Maybe it was blind faith in the bragging tales of a man who lived listlessly.
But there were also scholars who roamed he mountain heights searching for answers to the unknown and invisible. Legends of power and eternal knowledge blessed this who faced the beast. But none ever carried the true tales of terror that spoke o the mighty wage of a dragon, whose temper is treated as the cause of monsoons. Few, if any, survived that tempest. But who would fear one so small? Compared to some species he was quite small, but looks were always a deceiving temptresses before a dragon's power.
Even so, even a guardian of legend was privy to a nap, no matter how treacherous the Red Titan was rumored to be, with his relations with the shadows that feast upon the of man.
There he lay. The so called guardian of he mountain. A long, serpentine body lay curled over the sheer, jagged face of the mountains. His body seemed to take the shape of the stones he lay over. If not for the contrasting red and black coloration marking the dragon could have been easily mistaken as rotten moss and shrubbery. His black mane, which ran from the top of his head to where his backlegs seemed to tangle with some vines, messily draped over his glimmering, red scales.
Amber eyes stared off toward the uneven trails, carved into the mountain face by all from peasants to the caravans of kings. A short arm, tipped at the ended with two black claws, dangled from the outcropping, playing with a twisted leaf growing from the vines below. Floppy rabbit like ears seemed to detract from the heinous looking fangs of white that seemed to curl up from his lower lips like an elephant's tusks.
Be it power or knowledge: one would have to find that the roots of all legends wee doused in a bit of truth.
TAGS: @exdeath~!| NOTES: Too many puns and references, worth it though.
