Post:Duskruin: Moonshard Hunter -- Teaser! - 09/21/2016 - 14:51

Duskruin: Moonshard Hunter -- Teaser! · on 09/21/2016 02:51 PM CDT	8186
The sibilant crackling of consumed fuel filled the air, amid the rise of a brilliant, smokeless flame stretching ever skyward. A lone figure sat crouched in the receding darkness, crouched just beyond reach of the licking pyre, heedless of heat and the unseen effluvium unleashed by the orange blaze as it shifted in an instant, becoming a nigh blinding blue-white conflagration. All the world was heat, in that moment, in that place, as something dark began to stir amid the roar of that blazing inferno, and at spotting the movement, the figure at last arose. With neither consideration nor pause, a hand was thrust unto the flame, consumed to the shoulder for the span of a held breath, before being withdrawn again. Undamaged came the slender limb, and not alone. A small something perched upon the figure's wrist, and with a slow, almost lazy motion, craned a serpentine head on a serpentine neck, gazing for the first time upon the world that is. Slowly, curiously, the diminutive creature stretched its long, leathery wings, testing them, learning the ebb and flow of air about them to quick satisfaction. A sharp, dismissive wave of the unnaturally darkened figure's arm all but slung the small creature into the air, forcing it to find its bearings. Still alien to this place, the tiny, vibrant dragon found itself more than ready to the task, wings thrust wide, catching the wind, riding it, then flapping, soaring ever higher, leaving the world below behind, finding freedom, seizing upon it. The feeling was fleeting. As quickly as it had found its liberation, it felt the tug, the inexorable pull, drawing it to turn, pivoting sharply into a sudden dive. Plummeting faster by the moment toward the darkened figure standing beside a smoldering heap of firebrands where moments earlier stood a fire to light all the land as far as eyes could perceive. And then all was nothing. It knew no more. Slow and rolling was the baritone chuckle that had replaced the cacophony of the now absent flame, as fingers dark as the jet of the night's sky overhead closed upon a small talisman, much resembling the small creature so recently called unto this place. Quietly, calmly, the figure strode into the darkness of scorched underbrush, fading into the tenebrous environs, trinket in hand. Perhaps some worthy soul might find good use for his evening's amusement. Perhaps he would see that it found its way to their hands. Perhaps.
This message was originally posted in Events and Happenings in DragonRealms' Elanthia \ Paid Events / Quests, by DR-LYNEYA on the play.net forums.