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Post by Slayg on Nov 20, 2023 1:01:53 GMT -5
Mount Paozu was a peaceful place. Many of the world's larger dinosaurs happened to not live there, and most kaiju gave the mountain a wide berth, as well. There weren't many valuable resources locked in the mountain either, except for small pockets of metal that were woven into the rock in such a way to make mining an expensive prospect. Too expensive for what little there was to offer. There were plenty of gigantic fish living in the lakes and rivers... but their numbers were too low to justify commercial fishing. As such, it was a place of unspoiled natural beauty, inhabited mostly by those that wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of Earth's civilized places...
Such people made for easy targets of a dragon looking to plunder treasure. Dragons such as Slayg, the last of the True Dragons. Slayg, on that bright, crisp, autumn morning in the mountains, was busy ripping apart the home of a hermit who had been busy trying to create a grand theory of everything. His home, though small, was a treasure trove of philosophical, scientific, and mathematical texts. Something that Slayg had spied upon while hidden in the form of a serpent. Now, at his full, tremendous size, Slayg was ripping off the roof of the old nut's home. Said old nut, a bent man with a wild beard and untrimmed hair and a flannel shirt that had faded over the years, was screaming and running around, trying to get away from the gigantic dragon. Slayg ignored him, allowing the old man to try to run or call for help or whatever it was he was doing.
Each of the bookshelves that Slayg lifted seemed like dollhouse furniture in his claws. He was a tremendous creature, so tall that the trees around him looked like mere sticks, and so bulbous and wide that not even a blimp could compare to his belly. His neck was long and sinuous, as was his tail. His legs were thick and muscular... but in comparison to his body, they seemed a bit stubby. He didn't have horns on his head, as many dragons did, but he did have a pair of pointed ears that flicked this way and that whenever he heard some particular noise. On his cheeks he had tufts of fur that seemed almost like half of a lion's mane, and which matched the stripe of fur that ran down his back between his wings and nearly to the three tips of his tail.
A few books fell from the shelf that Slayg was stealing, and he grumbled and reached for them with the hands that were attached to his wing.
"Is this all, old-timer? I would hate to have to kill you because you were hiding more tomes..."
"MY LIFE'S WORK, it's all I have!"
"Ah, good! Then I shall collect this and add it to the copper and the nice flying machines and the other strange devices I've found. These shall teach me, perhaps, how to use that polished black stone to make lightning to power the screen that shows images of other places..."
Slayg looked from the books he was picking up to the old man, then he made a shooing motion with his forelimb.
"Go on now, run or hobble your way out of here. Tell the world of Slayg and what he stole from you, like your neighbors did."
Slayg has entered the thread!
Thread PL: 36,000
Thread Items: Blood Ruby, Battle Armor
WC: 571
Thread PL: 36,000
Thread Items: Blood Ruby, Battle Armor
WC: 571
