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The splashing of waves could be heard as the massive Dragon Emperor steps into the warm waters of the lake. The sky is dim and there is an intense heat in the air. The air is burning around you, and you feel as though any longer and you're going to melt. This fire isn't natural. A marvel all it's own, something that could burn so hot and so quickly... You use to live there. You silently thank the Emperor and yourself that you had decided to go for your daily walk that took you out of the village proper. You couldn't badmouth the Emperor, the mighty dragon lord that calls you part of his subjects, the only thing keeping your life a lively one. Without him, your harvests would've failed, you would've starved, the previous King would've done nothing.
Your everything now cinders to the ash. You remember how it happened, or part of it. The Emperor flying overhead on wings aloft, and it seemed liked he would be going the direction you came from. You don't remember the details, but your village had been sowing subtle deceit and a possible rebellion against their dragon overlord who they called a tyrant, but you never agreed with it, you always assumed he was a decent ruler, maybe a bit too greedy with the need for gold but... what dragon isn't after all. As you had turned watch him fly over, you saw the bright light, brighter then the sun in the clear blue sky. A bright, bright, BRIGHT flash in the sky come from the Emperor's mouth, a single drop was all it took. And like that the village and this supposed rebellion was gone. Rushing back, the last thing you saw was the finale of the white fire that shimmered away into the nothingness, and the dark black smoke piled up high.
You feel yourself being watched as the Anti-Mage dragon steps further into the water, nearly half way submerged, but you knew that he couldn't go much deeper. With a slow sit he lifts his left foreleg and gestures to the place you use to call home, and a deep sigh befalls him as he tilts his head downward in your direction, the light from the glowing water fueled by his magic, the aurora-backlit wings that course with his power, the firelight as a backdrop against his dark scales... Finally he speaks to you, his voice deep, low, soul piercing and all powerful, you feel as though you're to get a lecture on how this should be a good deterrent and reminder not to double cross him, but all you hear is...
"I seriously, hate Mondays..."This amazingly lit piece is done my by trusting and loyal friend
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 907 x 742px
File Size 1.35 MB
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