Post by Slayg on Aug 12, 2022 16:11:21 GMT -5
Slayg dreamed of being small again. He was always small again in his dreams. Always hiding and flitting through shadows and avoiding the cries of creatures larger than he. And yet, somehow, no matter how he flew or ran, he was always found by them. The men in furs and armor. The men that called themselves the Bear Clan. They were always there, standing over the body of the Smith and grinning at him, looming like giants of stone. And they always beat him to a bloody pulp, breaking his bones and his wings with their clubs and fists, while mocking his weakness.
This time, however... they also had fire. A blue fire that did not act like fire, and which burned his hide as easily as his own flames roasted mammoth meat. Slayg screamed as it washed over his whole body, and then he watched as one of the Bear Clan stepped forward into the blue light, showing the face of that witch he had fought on the mountain. Slayg roared in pain and frustration, and reached to claw at her, to swat her away... but he was held in chains, which were too short for him to reach her. He could not stop her, could not end the burning pain. He could only suffer.
And then, Slayg's eyes opened, and he was no longer on a pyre. No longer burning with broken bones. He was, however, still burned across his hide, still singed here and there. Still missing scales and aching from the many blows he had taken.
He looked around, seeing no mountain... and lots of trees. Odd, hadn't he burned the forests on Mount Five Element? Surely in time they would have regrown, but he did not think he had been asleep long enough for that to happen. The flow of magic was off, as well... the smell of things. It did not smell of the mountain. It did not... feel of Earth.
He tried to rise to his feet, only to feel bindings all over his body. The chains... no. They were creeper vines of some sort. Mere wood and leaves. He could break them easily, or so he he thought when he pushed against the earth. The vines seemed unwilling to yield... They strained and held their shape against a push that would have tore away steel chains, but Slayg was strong. With a harder push, the vines cracked and crunched and snapped. Twigs fell from his body, and vines that refused to let go were torn from the dirt, roots and all. When Slayg opened his wings, the last of the vines fell away and withered where, unable to handle the rising heat of his body.
"PUNY PLANTS! You think to hold ME? I. AM. SLAYG! I am fire and death to all things, including you!"
He opened his maw wide and shot a spout of fire ahead of him, towards the stems of the vines that had grown over him. Then he turned, slowly directing his flame in a circle around his massive body... burning away all of the vines and trees that had dared to grow since he'd fallen unconscious.
A few moments later, Slayg realize that it was perhaps foolish to gloat over such a minor victory against mere plants... But it was the first victory he'd had in over a year, and besides... none were around to hear his foolishness.
"Feh... Now to find that witch and her machines. I think I'll roast her lightly, then take those orbs from her palms and use them as... something..."
This time, however... they also had fire. A blue fire that did not act like fire, and which burned his hide as easily as his own flames roasted mammoth meat. Slayg screamed as it washed over his whole body, and then he watched as one of the Bear Clan stepped forward into the blue light, showing the face of that witch he had fought on the mountain. Slayg roared in pain and frustration, and reached to claw at her, to swat her away... but he was held in chains, which were too short for him to reach her. He could not stop her, could not end the burning pain. He could only suffer.
And then, Slayg's eyes opened, and he was no longer on a pyre. No longer burning with broken bones. He was, however, still burned across his hide, still singed here and there. Still missing scales and aching from the many blows he had taken.
He looked around, seeing no mountain... and lots of trees. Odd, hadn't he burned the forests on Mount Five Element? Surely in time they would have regrown, but he did not think he had been asleep long enough for that to happen. The flow of magic was off, as well... the smell of things. It did not smell of the mountain. It did not... feel of Earth.
He tried to rise to his feet, only to feel bindings all over his body. The chains... no. They were creeper vines of some sort. Mere wood and leaves. He could break them easily, or so he he thought when he pushed against the earth. The vines seemed unwilling to yield... They strained and held their shape against a push that would have tore away steel chains, but Slayg was strong. With a harder push, the vines cracked and crunched and snapped. Twigs fell from his body, and vines that refused to let go were torn from the dirt, roots and all. When Slayg opened his wings, the last of the vines fell away and withered where, unable to handle the rising heat of his body.
"PUNY PLANTS! You think to hold ME? I. AM. SLAYG! I am fire and death to all things, including you!"
He opened his maw wide and shot a spout of fire ahead of him, towards the stems of the vines that had grown over him. Then he turned, slowly directing his flame in a circle around his massive body... burning away all of the vines and trees that had dared to grow since he'd fallen unconscious.
A few moments later, Slayg realize that it was perhaps foolish to gloat over such a minor victory against mere plants... But it was the first victory he'd had in over a year, and besides... none were around to hear his foolishness.
"Feh... Now to find that witch and her machines. I think I'll roast her lightly, then take those orbs from her palms and use them as... something..."
Slayg has entered the thread with a Blood Ruby and Battle Armor!
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