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Logan Durham marched to the mouth of the cavern wearing his battle armor used against large and dangerous beasts: boiled deer-leather cuera with faulds, a kettle helmet with custom-added leather aventail and metallic visor, leather greaves, gauntlets, pauldrons, and a light but body-sized rowan and oak pavise, as well as his weapons, an eight-foot ahlspiess, a two foot arming sword, and a dagger. It was nothing compared to the arms and protection afforded a knight, but what he had was generally effective against anything that he could face in the wilds.
Drawing his polearm, the hunter roared into the cave:
“Demon! I know you are in there! Come out a meet your fate!”
His voice echoed deeply into the cave before gradually dissipating itself out. Then silence.
Logan stood waiting, awlpike at the ready. The weapon’s sharp impaling tip glistening in the last of the sun’s rays.
The response was not long in coming. There was the thunder of movement, then the sound of sheer bulk began approaching the hunter. A massive, solid head appeared out of the shadows, with two long sets of horns protruding from behind its skull, followed by a pair of shorter stubs pointing near the jawline. Bony ridges lined above and below the eyes, where hawk-like pupils glinted viciously from the darkness. The head was attached to a massive body that gradually revealed itself, eight feet tall from forepaw to shoulder and forty feet in length. Earth-colored scales sparkled in the low light. Thick spikes atop its serrated spine appeared one-by-one, as did a powerful chest that served to drive a gigantic pair of wings, followed by an abdomen, and finally a long sinuous tail. Each forearm and hind leg ended in four wicked sickle-like claws.
In short, the creature was a construct of death.
A dragon.
Yet at the same time, the dragon seemed young and restless. Ferocious, but kill-able.
“Who dares enter my home?!”
The voice rumbled like an approaching thunder. It threw a giant projectile at the hunter, who easily dodged the warning blow. The object hit the ground with a dull thud. Logan took a quick glance at the bloody charred corpse of an unfortunate predecessor.
“So another would-be killer comes to embrace his death!” It roared, spitting a short spurt of flame at the hunter.
Logan stopped. The dragon was speaking human. “You can talk?”
“I can do much more than that.” The dragon retorted, smoke blowing out of its nostril. It prowled around the hunter like a panther.
“So, who do I have the honor of killing today?” It took one look at Logan decked in his leather armor and helm and scoffed.
“Pitiful.”
Logan frowned. He cleared his throat, and gripping his awl pike and shield tightly, took a step forward.
“Demon Wyrm!” He announced overly loud “It is I, Logan Durham of Lynchburg! Here to slay you wretched beast and claim my vengeance for what you have done! For too long you have oppressed the lives of the good people of the lands around you! Now prepare to return back to the black chasms of hell!”
“Hmph. Good people; that’s a laugh.” The dragon snorted. It constricted its way around the warrior, who nervously eyed the massive creature as it slowly flanked him. “You have a lot of nerve in coming here, Logan Durham of Lynchberg, coming to my lair, trying to kill me and make off with my hoard. Perhaps you’re also smart enough to try to flee now and hope you can make it out alive.” A few seconds later, and the dragon had blocked off access to the cave entrance, plunging the cavern into deep darkness. Logan lit a torch without breaking his glare at the creature.
“I am going to kill you, or die trying!” He spat.
The dragon scoffed “Then you’ll die.”
Without further warning it blew a giant sheet of flame at the hunter; Logan barely had time to drop and hold up his shield before the fires shot over him. Covering his upper body, the hardwood shield managed to deflect any damage to the hunter, but quickly turned searing hot itself. Logan quickly got up and after devoting a second to trying to blow out his burning shield, dropped the now warped and bent pavise, dodging again just as another inferno landed where he had been a moment ago. The hunter charged forward; without his shield, he needed to avoid the dragon’s dangerous fire-breathing ability and the best way would be to get close enough for the wyrm to not to burn itself. It was also closer to the light and more importantly, to the dragon itself.
“Think that’s enough to take me out eh? It’ll take more than a few fire tricks get this dragonslayer!”
Logan nimbly avoided a sweeping claw swipe towards his legs and took a swing at the dragon’s tensing head. The wyrm responded by violently swinging its head so that the hunter came straight into the incoming blow of its horns.
Well shit.
With a smack Logan was sent reeling backwards, landing violently on his shoulder, his pike flying out of reach.
Should not have been so headstrong- he mentally screamed at himself as he rolled aside as yet another sheet of flame came at him. With a swing he got back up, dodged the next few blows of fire and claw, and drawing out his sword in one smooth motion swung it forward. The dragon replied with a swing of its tail; Logan ducked in time to miss a decapitating blow only to be faced with a snap as the dragon lunged forward to bite him in half.
“Bloody burning hells, every year there seems to be more of you bloody vermin trying to infest my cave.” The dragon muttered under his breath as it continued its attack.
The Oh Hellos- Soldier, Poet, King
...and the start of my entire Dragoneye story.
Beautiful work from
SovushkaSova!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35763847/
Logan Durham marched to the mouth of the cavern wearing his battle armor used against large and dangerous beasts: boiled deer-leather cuera with faulds, a kettle helmet with custom-added leather aventail and metallic visor, leather greaves, gauntlets, pauldrons, and a light but body-sized rowan and oak pavise, as well as his weapons, an eight-foot ahlspiess, a two foot arming sword, and a dagger. It was nothing compared to the arms and protection afforded a knight, but what he had was generally effective against anything that he could face in the wilds.
Drawing his polearm, the hunter roared into the cave:
“Demon! I know you are in there! Come out a meet your fate!”
His voice echoed deeply into the cave before gradually dissipating itself out. Then silence.
Logan stood waiting, awlpike at the ready. The weapon’s sharp impaling tip glistening in the last of the sun’s rays.
The response was not long in coming. There was the thunder of movement, then the sound of sheer bulk began approaching the hunter. A massive, solid head appeared out of the shadows, with two long sets of horns protruding from behind its skull, followed by a pair of shorter stubs pointing near the jawline. Bony ridges lined above and below the eyes, where hawk-like pupils glinted viciously from the darkness. The head was attached to a massive body that gradually revealed itself, eight feet tall from forepaw to shoulder and forty feet in length. Earth-colored scales sparkled in the low light. Thick spikes atop its serrated spine appeared one-by-one, as did a powerful chest that served to drive a gigantic pair of wings, followed by an abdomen, and finally a long sinuous tail. Each forearm and hind leg ended in four wicked sickle-like claws.
In short, the creature was a construct of death.
A dragon.
Yet at the same time, the dragon seemed young and restless. Ferocious, but kill-able.
“Who dares enter my home?!”
The voice rumbled like an approaching thunder. It threw a giant projectile at the hunter, who easily dodged the warning blow. The object hit the ground with a dull thud. Logan took a quick glance at the bloody charred corpse of an unfortunate predecessor.
“So another would-be killer comes to embrace his death!” It roared, spitting a short spurt of flame at the hunter.
Logan stopped. The dragon was speaking human. “You can talk?”
“I can do much more than that.” The dragon retorted, smoke blowing out of its nostril. It prowled around the hunter like a panther.
“So, who do I have the honor of killing today?” It took one look at Logan decked in his leather armor and helm and scoffed.
“Pitiful.”
Logan frowned. He cleared his throat, and gripping his awl pike and shield tightly, took a step forward.
“Demon Wyrm!” He announced overly loud “It is I, Logan Durham of Lynchburg! Here to slay you wretched beast and claim my vengeance for what you have done! For too long you have oppressed the lives of the good people of the lands around you! Now prepare to return back to the black chasms of hell!”
“Hmph. Good people; that’s a laugh.” The dragon snorted. It constricted its way around the warrior, who nervously eyed the massive creature as it slowly flanked him. “You have a lot of nerve in coming here, Logan Durham of Lynchberg, coming to my lair, trying to kill me and make off with my hoard. Perhaps you’re also smart enough to try to flee now and hope you can make it out alive.” A few seconds later, and the dragon had blocked off access to the cave entrance, plunging the cavern into deep darkness. Logan lit a torch without breaking his glare at the creature.
“I am going to kill you, or die trying!” He spat.
The dragon scoffed “Then you’ll die.”
Without further warning it blew a giant sheet of flame at the hunter; Logan barely had time to drop and hold up his shield before the fires shot over him. Covering his upper body, the hardwood shield managed to deflect any damage to the hunter, but quickly turned searing hot itself. Logan quickly got up and after devoting a second to trying to blow out his burning shield, dropped the now warped and bent pavise, dodging again just as another inferno landed where he had been a moment ago. The hunter charged forward; without his shield, he needed to avoid the dragon’s dangerous fire-breathing ability and the best way would be to get close enough for the wyrm to not to burn itself. It was also closer to the light and more importantly, to the dragon itself.
“Think that’s enough to take me out eh? It’ll take more than a few fire tricks get this dragonslayer!”
Logan nimbly avoided a sweeping claw swipe towards his legs and took a swing at the dragon’s tensing head. The wyrm responded by violently swinging its head so that the hunter came straight into the incoming blow of its horns.
Well shit.
With a smack Logan was sent reeling backwards, landing violently on his shoulder, his pike flying out of reach.
Should not have been so headstrong- he mentally screamed at himself as he rolled aside as yet another sheet of flame came at him. With a swing he got back up, dodged the next few blows of fire and claw, and drawing out his sword in one smooth motion swung it forward. The dragon replied with a swing of its tail; Logan ducked in time to miss a decapitating blow only to be faced with a snap as the dragon lunged forward to bite him in half.
“Bloody burning hells, every year there seems to be more of you bloody vermin trying to infest my cave.” The dragon muttered under his breath as it continued its attack.
The Oh Hellos- Soldier, Poet, King
...and the start of my entire Dragoneye story.
Beautiful work from
SovushkaSova!Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35763847/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 1067px
File Size 201.6 kB
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