Post by nochoice on Oct 13, 2006 12:39:25 GMT -5
Steady, rythmic beat shuddered around the terra, matching the pace of the drake's flints as they thudded into the loam. Of course, the beat was eminated from those very daggers as they touched the earth, and the terra vibrated, in a silent ringing, as the noise was passed on. The beats were heavy, filled with the strength of the young drake. Young; not foolish. The atmosphere in the realm was heavy, oppressive, silent. The scent of the land was fresh, and no trademark scent was left, accentuating the fact that none others had lived in this realm for an age; several generations at least.
The steeds hide was a bold ashen, extremely dappled- strikingly so. His dreads reflected the colour, aside from his forelock, which was a gentle cream. His boa was muscular, curves of his masculine frame were gentle, and were quite becoming of him. Dreads upon his nape hung down, below his neckline. Banner whipped out behind him, lifted up slightly. Maw snapped open, loud bellow bursting forth, requesting, and holding a claim to the land.
The steeds hide was a bold ashen, extremely dappled- strikingly so. His dreads reflected the colour, aside from his forelock, which was a gentle cream. His boa was muscular, curves of his masculine frame were gentle, and were quite becoming of him. Dreads upon his nape hung down, below his neckline. Banner whipped out behind him, lifted up slightly. Maw snapped open, loud bellow bursting forth, requesting, and holding a claim to the land.