Post by Streak on Jul 16, 2012 14:02:30 GMT -6
A barren land was all the eye can see. Patches of grass were scattered all over the land, but there was no apparent life. Black clouds drew nearer, blocking out the blue sky that brought happiness to this abandoned place. The clouds became one large black cloud. One would look up and think that it was night. A roar of thunder filled the sky, signifying the start of a heavy rain storm. One by one, droplets of water began to fall, wetting the dry ground underneath. After several minutes, the once dry land was now flooded.
A figure stood on the top of the valley, watching the flood rising. A closer look revealed that the figure was actually a male black wolf. He stood proudly, muscles rippling under his pelt as he shifted his position to see the whole of the land. His green eyes pierced the darkness, almost as if scanning the flood for anything in the water. "This land... how rich it used to be," the wolf murmured. His eyes went cloudy as he remembered the past...
A rich green land with trees that bloomed sweet apples. Many elk grazed the velvet grass. The sun shone across the cloudless skies. Wolves played with each other. Others chased elk for food. Life was normal, peaceful. It was a land that could not be penetrated by evil. That is what everyone thought. The last demon to set foot in this land was over a thousand years ago. No one suspected that a dark force would overcome this land.
It was a fine day. Everything was normal. Life thrived in the richness of the land. Until it came. A ferocious being attacked the land, wiping out the life that occupied it. Only few survived. They ran from the monstrosity. None looked back, except the alpha. He saw a huge black dragon with glowing red eyes that had no mercy in them. Large leathery wings were attatched to its back which was covered in evenly spaced spikes starting from the crest of the head to the tip of the tail. Scales adorned its body, glinting in whatever light there was. Thankly, no horns. The alpha howled, calling to his remaining pack members. They all joined him, ready to follow his orders. The alpha pointed towards the dragon. The rest nodded and took a ready position. As soon as the alpha barked, the wolves set off, teeth bared, ready for battle.
The wolf opened his eyes, shaking his head. What he had done, sending the wolves into battle, it was the worst mistake he ever made. They all died valiently. Only he survived. The dragon then left, leaving its mark upon the lands. No one would dare challenge it again. The wolf looked out, picturing the moment. Suddenly, his head turned sharply to the left. Something moved in the waters below. The wolf thought nothing of it, then spotted it again. A low growl rumbled in his throat. Without warning, a beast leaped out of the water. It was the dragon. Its wings were spread and its eyes were glowing. The wolf jumped back, his eyes widening in horror. The dragon roared, a cruel smile appearing on its lips. The wolf knew it was the end. He howled again, awaiting death. The dragon laughed, then spoke, "I will not kill you. I want you alive to spread the word that the new Great Dragon has risen!" It then disappeared into the storm. The wolf thanked the gods and began to leave. He was sure the dragon would know if he did not spread the word.
((Tell me what you think. I am basing it slightly on SO, using the characters I have. Oh, if you think you have a brilliant idea, PM me. I will try to encorporate it into the story.))
A figure stood on the top of the valley, watching the flood rising. A closer look revealed that the figure was actually a male black wolf. He stood proudly, muscles rippling under his pelt as he shifted his position to see the whole of the land. His green eyes pierced the darkness, almost as if scanning the flood for anything in the water. "This land... how rich it used to be," the wolf murmured. His eyes went cloudy as he remembered the past...
A rich green land with trees that bloomed sweet apples. Many elk grazed the velvet grass. The sun shone across the cloudless skies. Wolves played with each other. Others chased elk for food. Life was normal, peaceful. It was a land that could not be penetrated by evil. That is what everyone thought. The last demon to set foot in this land was over a thousand years ago. No one suspected that a dark force would overcome this land.
It was a fine day. Everything was normal. Life thrived in the richness of the land. Until it came. A ferocious being attacked the land, wiping out the life that occupied it. Only few survived. They ran from the monstrosity. None looked back, except the alpha. He saw a huge black dragon with glowing red eyes that had no mercy in them. Large leathery wings were attatched to its back which was covered in evenly spaced spikes starting from the crest of the head to the tip of the tail. Scales adorned its body, glinting in whatever light there was. Thankly, no horns. The alpha howled, calling to his remaining pack members. They all joined him, ready to follow his orders. The alpha pointed towards the dragon. The rest nodded and took a ready position. As soon as the alpha barked, the wolves set off, teeth bared, ready for battle.
The wolf opened his eyes, shaking his head. What he had done, sending the wolves into battle, it was the worst mistake he ever made. They all died valiently. Only he survived. The dragon then left, leaving its mark upon the lands. No one would dare challenge it again. The wolf looked out, picturing the moment. Suddenly, his head turned sharply to the left. Something moved in the waters below. The wolf thought nothing of it, then spotted it again. A low growl rumbled in his throat. Without warning, a beast leaped out of the water. It was the dragon. Its wings were spread and its eyes were glowing. The wolf jumped back, his eyes widening in horror. The dragon roared, a cruel smile appearing on its lips. The wolf knew it was the end. He howled again, awaiting death. The dragon laughed, then spoke, "I will not kill you. I want you alive to spread the word that the new Great Dragon has risen!" It then disappeared into the storm. The wolf thanked the gods and began to leave. He was sure the dragon would know if he did not spread the word.
((Tell me what you think. I am basing it slightly on SO, using the characters I have. Oh, if you think you have a brilliant idea, PM me. I will try to encorporate it into the story.))