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Post by Shyl on Mar 31, 2009 8:32:32 GMT -5
The mountaintop glistened with a glow of a small fire, its center was still and unmoving. A flare and spark, the fire quivered in the wind. The ashes scattered to leave the fire standalone in its place, still burning, as it would around the center of the little ember. An eye opened and what ashes where still on it blocked its view, it flared in fear, a new young life springing from the ashes of its ancestor. The flames spread and it opened its small wings, it caught the breeze and lifted into the air, a flame in the sky drifting on the breeze, it had to get its grips on the world around it. A phoenix was born.
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Post by Shyl on Mar 31, 2009 14:55:44 GMT -5
Its eyes took in the majestic beauty of the mountains, it soared gracefully over the snow caps and back down to a warmer temperature. He disliked the colder air, it made him feel more at ease to be warmer, though the neverending fire would keep him warm, the cold air diminished it slightly.
The serenity was not to last, a predatorial bird, one of pure darkness, the Olitas, spotted its new yound adversary. The youth was not but a facade, the phoenix still retained most of its memories, but in its hyperactiv newborn state it was restless and unaware of its surroundings. The Olitas took advantage of this and slowly took a position high above the little phoenix. In the second the phoenix gazed at the wonderful network of caves beneath it. A strange feeling drifted over him and he felt fear, yes it was fear, his wings shook slightly and his eyes narrowed, he looked around and saw nothing. A screech caused him to wing around and freefloat to spot the black dot high above him, it was growing steadly. The phoenix darted forward at a breakneck speed, but its fate was sealed. The bird was clipped by the beak of the Olitas and dove, fluttering weakly, it moved down from the clouds and spotted a valley, green grass brightly colored trees of autumn and a pool of water, a small lake as it was, still and steady. He moved down to a small clearing in the trees and landed heavily on a rock. surrounded by the bright orange and yellow leaves, the phoenix blended in perfectly from the sky, he was safe for the moment.
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Post by K on Apr 2, 2009 7:08:16 GMT -5
Auronik, stretched his wings in a clearing of a forest, at the foot of a mountain. Eno-auronik to any who was not as he. He demanded that small respect. Every dragon did becuase that is what they deserved. As a Felixian dragon, he was an Eno, which meant he was good foremostly but had other small meanings. Dragon titles are many and complex. As a Felixian dragon, he was about human sized, his front claws were more dexterous than human hands, he was more comfortable standing on his two back legs than all four, each of his wings were about one and a half times his width. He, like most dragons could breath out fire, but was also in command of other magicks as well, especially elementalism. He might be small for a dragon, but his compact form made him more agile and faster than his larger bretheren and his magic made up for the incomparable brute strength of their body and fire. That wasn't to say that he wasn't strong, he just wasn't as strong as most dragons. He was certainly more intelligent, one of the defining traits of an Eno. One of the more fascinating traits of his was his scales. They changed color depending on his mood, background, or his thoughts. Currently they were average green.
Auronik took of, flapping hard and rising quickly with a little aid from his magic. He took a deep breath of the quickly cooling air, he was at peace to observe the land around him as he rose. He kept his eye out for hard to find prey but otherwise he wasn't hungry, he wouldn't be for a couple of days. His skin quivered underneath it's light scaling. The Flame was trying to tell him something and his scales shifted to reds and oranges. He glanced around with his sharp eyes. It stuck out like a sore thumb to his vision even though normally it would blend in quite well. A newly reborn pheonix roosting amongst leaves. Dragons and pheonixs were kindred spirits and Auronik was curious. He lighted down to the bird his scales turning to beautiful colors of blue and green.
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