Post by <=|iorec|=> on May 18, 2006 17:47:28 GMT -5
The ashen drake stood sullenly atop a lift upon the earth's mechanism. Obsidian gaze (now accustomed to the mists which cast about thier grey bounty) skinned the scape dolefully as eboned tendrils bent with the wind's will, lashing frevently about on the air. Caverns flaren as the brute took in naught but scent of timber and grasses. Browlines pursed in animate thaught. If he wished this terrace to be filled with mortality, he must fetch it himself. T'is how he must think now, to be lord of a herd meant having to think as one. Corded machinery began to heft the eloquent, ashen frame amidst the timbers. Effortress strides lengthened, carrying him free of his own terrace, enabling the crossover from Bleary Basins to the claiming grounds, where he may perhaps find himself a mistress. [continued on the claiming grounds board;-)]
