Post by Sorrilith on Jul 6, 2014 22:45:04 GMT
[[ ooc || I think I am doing this right.]
Clan Name: Chaosclaws
Clan Board Description: A ruthless group of (mostly) dragons who believe chaos and destruction are the best ways to survive. Only the strong deserve to live, in this place.
OOC Board Name: Dried Blood
Leader(s): Sorrilith (GlowingLimes)
Each flap of his wings sounded like the core of a hurricane, a strong gust propelling him upwards and forwards. The might, red Wyvern knew where he was going, his light blue eyes locked on target with an intense focus. A fang-filled smile covered his impressive maw, his eyes glinting with desire and thirst for power. As the clouds of ashes covered the sky and he felt the volcanos heat intensify, Sorrilith knew... This was the place he had desired.
The dangerous locale, the intense heat that rivaled his own flames... Surely only the strong would dare to venture here, and the strong were what Sorrilith desired. The Wyvern slowed down and began descending, his wings kicking up a cloud of dust and settled ashes. The male reptile breathed in deeply, enjoying the fragrance of his new home. Yes. This was his new home. If another desired it, they would need to pry it from the Wyvern’s cold, dead claws.
The Wyvern paced about, making sure to put all of his weight down onto each step to mark his territory, first with his massive footprints. The finer details could come later. Finding a rock jutting out from the ground, the red male sat upon it, breathing in deep. As Sorrilith exhaled, he released a mighty roar, his message clear as it echoed about the land.
‘This is MY home. Take it from me, if you dare.’
Clan Name: Chaosclaws
Clan Board Description: A ruthless group of (mostly) dragons who believe chaos and destruction are the best ways to survive. Only the strong deserve to live, in this place.
OOC Board Name: Dried Blood
Leader(s): Sorrilith (GlowingLimes)
Each flap of his wings sounded like the core of a hurricane, a strong gust propelling him upwards and forwards. The might, red Wyvern knew where he was going, his light blue eyes locked on target with an intense focus. A fang-filled smile covered his impressive maw, his eyes glinting with desire and thirst for power. As the clouds of ashes covered the sky and he felt the volcanos heat intensify, Sorrilith knew... This was the place he had desired.
The dangerous locale, the intense heat that rivaled his own flames... Surely only the strong would dare to venture here, and the strong were what Sorrilith desired. The Wyvern slowed down and began descending, his wings kicking up a cloud of dust and settled ashes. The male reptile breathed in deeply, enjoying the fragrance of his new home. Yes. This was his new home. If another desired it, they would need to pry it from the Wyvern’s cold, dead claws.
The Wyvern paced about, making sure to put all of his weight down onto each step to mark his territory, first with his massive footprints. The finer details could come later. Finding a rock jutting out from the ground, the red male sat upon it, breathing in deep. As Sorrilith exhaled, he released a mighty roar, his message clear as it echoed about the land.
‘This is MY home. Take it from me, if you dare.’