Post by sekraktaa on Oct 8, 2006 17:59:58 GMT -5
The village of Amren had once been a place of beauty and peace, flowers and streets among the houses of white painted wood. Now however, the beauty of once had faded into a nightmare of fire, suffering and death. A thunderous roar echoed throughout the remnants of the small village, as huge wall of fire burst through the already burning ruins to silence the terrified villagers screams and scorch the very earth below.
A young mouse stumbled through the burning ruins, clutching his left eye and desperately trying to flee from this scene of horror and suffering. Behind him, a dark shadow rose from the flames and a pair of cold, yellow eyes followed the mouses every move. The mouse halted, panted hard from exhaustion and turned to stare back into the eyes of the shadow. And then, with a terrifying roar, the shadow charged.
A maw, filled with vicious, dagger-like teeth, closed hard around the mouse, lifted it effortlessly off the ground and threw it around like a ragdoll, only then to hurl it into burning ruins of a house nearby.
The huge reptillian head lifted itself up and scanned its surroundings. Finding itself pleased by the work it accomplished, the creature moved into the centre of the burning village to bask in the aftermath of his rage. The creature truly was a sight to behold. A four legged reptile, covered completely in black scales, sporting a long neck and a whip-like tail as long as its entire body. The horned head turned skywards and a pair of huge, black wings unfolded on the reptiles back. Then, with one mighty flap of his wings, the dragon was airborne.
The black dragon, by the name of Kerrek-Kaa, was pleased with his work. The destruction of the village and the suffering of the villagers had eased his rage somewhat, but still was not enough to extinguish the burning hatred within him. A hatred, which only hid an even greater sadness. The dragon shook his head to clear his mind and sighed heavily. He had hoped, that what he’d done to the villagers would have satisfied him. But it did not. It didn’t held the satisfaction he had hoped for, and now he only felt... empty. Empty, lost and alone.
He landed on a small cliff from a mountain not to far away from the village, turned around and watched the results of his rage. An orange/reddish light flickered in the centre of the small below, where the village used to be. Was it really worth it? Did he feel any better now? Kerrek-Kaa didn’t know. He didn’t even want to know. He was felt depressed and exhausted. He merely rested his head on his front limbs, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A young mouse stumbled through the burning ruins, clutching his left eye and desperately trying to flee from this scene of horror and suffering. Behind him, a dark shadow rose from the flames and a pair of cold, yellow eyes followed the mouses every move. The mouse halted, panted hard from exhaustion and turned to stare back into the eyes of the shadow. And then, with a terrifying roar, the shadow charged.
A maw, filled with vicious, dagger-like teeth, closed hard around the mouse, lifted it effortlessly off the ground and threw it around like a ragdoll, only then to hurl it into burning ruins of a house nearby.
The huge reptillian head lifted itself up and scanned its surroundings. Finding itself pleased by the work it accomplished, the creature moved into the centre of the burning village to bask in the aftermath of his rage. The creature truly was a sight to behold. A four legged reptile, covered completely in black scales, sporting a long neck and a whip-like tail as long as its entire body. The horned head turned skywards and a pair of huge, black wings unfolded on the reptiles back. Then, with one mighty flap of his wings, the dragon was airborne.
The black dragon, by the name of Kerrek-Kaa, was pleased with his work. The destruction of the village and the suffering of the villagers had eased his rage somewhat, but still was not enough to extinguish the burning hatred within him. A hatred, which only hid an even greater sadness. The dragon shook his head to clear his mind and sighed heavily. He had hoped, that what he’d done to the villagers would have satisfied him. But it did not. It didn’t held the satisfaction he had hoped for, and now he only felt... empty. Empty, lost and alone.
He landed on a small cliff from a mountain not to far away from the village, turned around and watched the results of his rage. An orange/reddish light flickered in the centre of the small below, where the village used to be. Was it really worth it? Did he feel any better now? Kerrek-Kaa didn’t know. He didn’t even want to know. He was felt depressed and exhausted. He merely rested his head on his front limbs, closed his eyes and fell asleep.