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The hum of peaceful life floated like a gentle tune through the pines of the forest as the Mt. Llydira villagers went about their night, getting ready for bed as the town guards looked on.
Azíll, a humble blue wolf mage, sat on a tree branch on the outskirts of the city, twisting betwixt her fingers a single piece of straw. She sighed contently to herself and leaned back on the tree trunk, her bed for that particular night. The scent of the woods flowed through her sensitive nostrils and her body became lax, but her sharp and calculating eyes remained puncturing the twilight sky.
Time went on, the sky grew darker, and the village quieter. Still, Azíll kept her vigil. A light approached in the distance, soon becoming recognizable as a torch held by a town guard coming in for the night.
"Star gazing again, Azíll?" he called up to her I'm a friendly tone as he passed by with a warm-hearted chuckle.
"Always, sir," she mouthed gently into the still night air. "Always."
Still, time went on, and the sky reached its maximum blackness, interrupted only by the brilliance of stars. And then, a sound... A jolt, a Crack in the distance. Immediately Azíll rose to complete vigilance, her large blue ears perked.
Her heart throttled in her chest as her fears were ominously confirmed. Unnatural, malevolent lightning struck down in the near distance... Yet the sky remained cloudless.
"It's time," Azíll breathed, trying to maintain her composure. "My god the elders warned of this day..."
She dropped from her perch as the village was roused from the sharp lightning, small children emitting tiny cries of confusion as worried mothers hushed them. The day of reckoning for the Mt. Llydira village had come; the ancient daemon having rose from his slumber.
His booming shout echoed terribly throughout the village as he swooped from above, storm clouds gathering toward his presence.
"This mountain belongs to me, mortals," he cackled in his ancient chortle as he hovered nearby, tendrils of lighting racing across his body as smoke clouds rose in the distance.
Azíll bit back her cry of terror and steeled herself, her claws twitching in anticipation.
"This is what I've been training for," she murmured to herself
herself. "This is your day of reckoning, daemon."
And then she charged into battle head on, straight into legend.
Lest we forget~
***
Yours,
~uai
The hum of peaceful life floated like a gentle tune through the pines of the forest as the Mt. Llydira villagers went about their night, getting ready for bed as the town guards looked on.
Azíll, a humble blue wolf mage, sat on a tree branch on the outskirts of the city, twisting betwixt her fingers a single piece of straw. She sighed contently to herself and leaned back on the tree trunk, her bed for that particular night. The scent of the woods flowed through her sensitive nostrils and her body became lax, but her sharp and calculating eyes remained puncturing the twilight sky.
Time went on, the sky grew darker, and the village quieter. Still, Azíll kept her vigil. A light approached in the distance, soon becoming recognizable as a torch held by a town guard coming in for the night.
"Star gazing again, Azíll?" he called up to her I'm a friendly tone as he passed by with a warm-hearted chuckle.
"Always, sir," she mouthed gently into the still night air. "Always."
Still, time went on, and the sky reached its maximum blackness, interrupted only by the brilliance of stars. And then, a sound... A jolt, a Crack in the distance. Immediately Azíll rose to complete vigilance, her large blue ears perked.
Her heart throttled in her chest as her fears were ominously confirmed. Unnatural, malevolent lightning struck down in the near distance... Yet the sky remained cloudless.
"It's time," Azíll breathed, trying to maintain her composure. "My god the elders warned of this day..."
She dropped from her perch as the village was roused from the sharp lightning, small children emitting tiny cries of confusion as worried mothers hushed them. The day of reckoning for the Mt. Llydira village had come; the ancient daemon having rose from his slumber.
His booming shout echoed terribly throughout the village as he swooped from above, storm clouds gathering toward his presence.
"This mountain belongs to me, mortals," he cackled in his ancient chortle as he hovered nearby, tendrils of lighting racing across his body as smoke clouds rose in the distance.
Azíll bit back her cry of terror and steeled herself, her claws twitching in anticipation.
"This is what I've been training for," she murmured to herself
herself. "This is your day of reckoning, daemon."
And then she charged into battle head on, straight into legend.
Lest we forget~
***
Yours,
~uai
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