Post by Culmir on Feb 3, 2013 13:42:30 GMT 1
The last remaining black kept his yellow eyes on the orange dragon standing before him as he tried to plead into his good graces again.
Rorchark huffed, a large billow of steam issuing from his slitted nostrils “I have considered all the options Sazraedrogar” Rorchark spoke clearly “Don’t you think I, who have lost many more than any of you can even remember, have not clearly weighed all the aspects of this battle” he stated more than he asked, shifting his massive wings restlessly.
“There is no path we can take that will not lead either to our extinction or another millennia of enslavement, it took me quite some time to make sure all the dragonreaper weapons were destroyed, as well as the ore they were fashioned from” he paused, his yellow eyes surveying the amassed dragons on the elfhaunt isle.
“We have no choice but to decimate the lands, make the humans remember their place in the foodchain, they have grown overconfident in the eras we slept, but no longer” he shook his large head slowly “not anymore” his eyes fixing on Sazraedrogar “never again” he finished.
Vianne’s smaller dragon body darted under a rock, once she thought one of the blues had spotted her, maybe it would of been safer if she had chosen a green dragonfly, it would of blended better with the clumps of grass dotting out between the rocks.
She listened, quietly, many voices murmured about the plan, none seemed to be very specific for a time or a target, most of them seemed inflamed to simply shout out means to destroy another one of their kind.
It wasn’t until the red Tazzerrade, who was clearly the leader and sole instigator of this plot spoke and revealed a key piece of information, a name she recognised, Sazraedrogar.
Darting swiftly from her hiding spot Vianne willed her spirit out of the dragonfly, leaving the poor thing bewildered and confused beside a small pile of rocks, not even sure what it was doing there or how it got there at all.
Large spectral wings carried her across the roiling winds back to Rorchark who was deep in conversation with Sazraedrogar, the intended target.
She laid in wait, listening, wondering if she should divulge the information or keep it to herself should it prove necessary for Sazraedrogar to be taught a lesson after all.
Rorchark huffed, a large billow of steam issuing from his slitted nostrils “I have considered all the options Sazraedrogar” Rorchark spoke clearly “Don’t you think I, who have lost many more than any of you can even remember, have not clearly weighed all the aspects of this battle” he stated more than he asked, shifting his massive wings restlessly.
“There is no path we can take that will not lead either to our extinction or another millennia of enslavement, it took me quite some time to make sure all the dragonreaper weapons were destroyed, as well as the ore they were fashioned from” he paused, his yellow eyes surveying the amassed dragons on the elfhaunt isle.
“We have no choice but to decimate the lands, make the humans remember their place in the foodchain, they have grown overconfident in the eras we slept, but no longer” he shook his large head slowly “not anymore” his eyes fixing on Sazraedrogar “never again” he finished.
Vianne’s smaller dragon body darted under a rock, once she thought one of the blues had spotted her, maybe it would of been safer if she had chosen a green dragonfly, it would of blended better with the clumps of grass dotting out between the rocks.
She listened, quietly, many voices murmured about the plan, none seemed to be very specific for a time or a target, most of them seemed inflamed to simply shout out means to destroy another one of their kind.
It wasn’t until the red Tazzerrade, who was clearly the leader and sole instigator of this plot spoke and revealed a key piece of information, a name she recognised, Sazraedrogar.
Darting swiftly from her hiding spot Vianne willed her spirit out of the dragonfly, leaving the poor thing bewildered and confused beside a small pile of rocks, not even sure what it was doing there or how it got there at all.
Large spectral wings carried her across the roiling winds back to Rorchark who was deep in conversation with Sazraedrogar, the intended target.
She laid in wait, listening, wondering if she should divulge the information or keep it to herself should it prove necessary for Sazraedrogar to be taught a lesson after all.