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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2625385" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 3: Interludes - WYRMOk...nothing too meaty...but hopefully this'll tide you over until I have time to shift a lot of focus back to this story hour <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />And hey...O-W...did you receive those cookies yet???~Fune-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WyrmThe great wyrm plummeted from the heavens, a cool breeze following in her wake toward the rolling planes.  Below but rapidly approaching, thick, black, unnatural thunderheads obscured the ground underneath.  She calmly allowed her wings to flutter uselessly behind, counting the seconds until impact and almost certain death.    Above the storm, the twin moons of Norum da Salaex danced above the autumn sky.  Just before the moons, just within the atmosphere, a hazy shield of divine energy wavered in the sky, blurring the edges of the stars.  She had learned long ago not to near the shield as it had singed her wing, destroying one talon and very nearly causing her death.Unusual for mid-autumn, the skies above the raging storm were warm and laden with a sticky humidity.  As the thunderheads leapt ever closer, she could make out the smell of precipitation, a cold, stark torrent of rain pouring just beyond visibility.    Her wings snapped out, just above the maelstrom.  She caught a sudden warm updraft, the silver and gold plated wings sighed under the fierce wind and her immense weight.  Her tail lashed back and forth, a rudder of solid muscle adding momentum to the forward heave as she cleared the edge of the storm.    Lightning snapped and crackled below, igniting a tree just outside the range of the storm.  Catching another updraft, the colossal beast twirled through the air like a graceful dancer.  She deftly arced upward, soaring nearly vertically against the edge of the Viper Mountains.      She beat her wings once; twice; thrice, slowing to a hovering position above the edge of the range.  Her magical eyes pierced the dark veil of shadow.  Amassing above the clouds, above the mountains, and swirling above the capital were hundreds of thousands of blackened spirits.  A few darted past her silver and golden scaled head, the expressions of terror etched permanently upon their ethereal countenances.    Turning north, the dragon stopped the beating of her wings.  She plummeted again, along the face of the range accelerating to a near impossible speed.     The ground lunged upward at her, but her wings pulled taught again.  As she soared a mere ten feet above the ground, the ungodly sized creature left a wake embedded within the earth.      Her jaws opened; jagged and hungry.  A roar split the air as she sped under the thunderheads and into the snow.    As the hunter passed overhead, her prey cowered in fear. . .</blockquote>

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