Stories are a central part to inspiration, something I like to provide for others.
I know many, RP-wise, are looking forward to characterizing their Dracthyr’s. I have with my own as well and know the fun and joy of it. So with that, here is:
A Dracthyr’s Awakening
The forest shadowed the land in a cooling dawn, as the rising Sun gleamed a few faint trails of light through the trees, glistening upon every leaf.
A silhouette moved through the towering foliage, carrying a disruption to the wind with the waver of supernal wings at it’s back, almost paling in comparison the light of Elune herself.
Black scales cloaked this one’s form, a shift into the light revealing him from the darkness. Dracen, a name he has yet to know as his own, stepped carefully into the misted wood evermore, sheltered by the drooping leaves of the dense pines that were shrouded in the coastal fog.
A curious world was beset before him as he awakened from the shadows of mystery, a tale that was yet to be told. The mist around him scattered the light of the Sun in the pale gold of a morning glow.
Claws tilling into the Earth with each and every step, the soil spoke to him with a humming song that reverberated through his very bones. He felt the energy of the world beneath his feet, it’s power and potential, a raw and primal force.
Crimson eyes glinted in reflection of the verdant woodland that concealed him from the chatter of the island’s more wakeful thrumming, veiled in the last vestiges of the land still stirring from slumber.
Where has he truly been all this time in a world so full of possibility and wonder? With no remnant of memory, he only could cling to the shards of a cold and dark place. Like a dream.
A dream from within a tomb, yet very much so carrying with it the weight of a nightmare, nightmares beneath the earth, but oddly enough, uplifted by the cinders of a freezing flame within.
All these strange senses, too many at once, so confusing, so nonsensible, so jumbled together. So many don’t go together, yet it’s as though they cannot be separated from each other within him.
He feels so little and yet he simultaneously feels too much.
The breeze still whispering over him, a shimmering light danced in his vision distracting him for a moment from the roiling confusion inside him, reflecting the Sun’s rising glow all around, as if beckoning him closer. A babbling brook echoed it’s magic and curious nature to him.
Dracen knelt to reach his hand within, bubbles gently played with his claws that traced the waters refracting light like a gemstone, something he felt himself innately drawn to with the sparkling of this river.
He found himself distracted for a time until the beating of wings, like thunder above with the passing reflection of a massive form mirrored in the waters, soared by. The black Dracthyr’s attention drew to the skies.
A storm of wings above cast below them a march of shadows, with the songs of celebration and excitement literally roaring upon the winds overhead, as a great number of Dragons small and grand flew in droves from the seas.
Dracen, shaken to his core by this riveting sight and a curiosity set ablaze with a newfound determination to discover, study and learn, followed them to where their shadows lead;
Through the warm glow of the risen Sun.
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