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...Feeling particularly Introspective today... Bored, bored, bored Bored,bored, bored Bored, bored BORED. I tell you, being A dragon is absolutely Boring.
Shimmering silver moon rays light the icy crystal clear river. Ebony black trees soar into the inky heavens. Brightly glowing stars glimmer in ancient constellations.
Jagged lightning rips the heavens open in a searing flash of crackling energy. Wind screams and tears around the menacing rocky mountains. Swollen purple clouds cast the world into chaotic blackness.
Unsympathetic wind rips through the craggy snow covered mountains. Mist swirls around the once lush emerald forest obscuring it from searching eyes.
Gleaming jade scales shine like precious emerald in the luminous suns golden rays. Jagged razor sharp onyx black spikes run along the fierce beasts spine.
The glittering crystal clear water stretches out under the glowing crimson sun. Lush emerald woods surround the lake looking like a beautiful vividly coloured painting.
Curling tentacles of lashing scarlet flame crackle in the searing fire. smoke twists in choking clouds into the chilly ink black night.
Her sparkling blue face, Glitters when catching light. Her sea- green eyes, Gazing into the night. The Ice Queen's cool breath, Emerges in a whisp. Fingertips send snowflakes, Sharp, unique and crisp.
Coral gleams like gems in the cyrstal ocean. Seaweed sways elegantly on the beautiful sandy floor. Striking vividly coloured fish flitter and dance through the icy glittering sea.
Pearly white stallions galloped in the foamy waves. Gleaming moon light pierced the cool salty ocean. Beautiful coral covered the sandy sea bed.
Through the heavens, across the sky,. The bird of fire shall always fly,. Over the treetops, gliding on the air,. Feral, wild, no home, no lair,. Evil flees, blackness runs,.
I am Ysera, the dragon of life,. On shimmering wings I fly,. Across vast oceans and through stormy skies,. Never to wither, never to die,. A lonely life is the one I must live,.
Scales for her skin,. Gills on her ribs,. A fishes tail for a limb,. Devil red on her lips,. Makes men fall to their knees,. But evil lurks within her,. Snickers at their pleads,.
Tongue whispering close to your ear,. Calling you softly into my lair,. A cave built in shadows of dark,. Come to me, come take your mark,. A full moon rises in golden glory,.
#acorns (couldn't resist) You ask me of Him, My beast, My kin, My Dragon, Untamable unruliness, So dress to impress, He awakens from long slumber, With a burp and a murder, Great green wings...
Aria the spirit wolf,. A serene, haunting beast,. Pads silently across moonlit snow,. Her grace moves with ease,. Queen of the snow land,. A predator, never seen,. A wondrous, perfect harmony,.
They say she sits upon a deep gray rock. They also say that on your ears she seems To set her lock. The waterfall hides her Beauty but not her voice.
Bold blue eyes Colored like the skies In which she flies (Gravity, she defies) Away from the sad sighs. Glittering gold scales That will be told in tales From mail to sails To the masses in jails.
#household There are tales known in the east Of a serpent living long ago, A fire breathing, scaly beast That made these rugged slopes his home.
Yup,you guessed it!(well,you probably didn't.) Another skyrim-based thing I wrote.This was inspired by a headless, ghostly horseman I saw riding away, and leading me to his tomb.Enjoy.
The Anonymoose is the strangest of beasts. Of which even the chameleon it defeats. It has antlers like trees. But the frailest knees. It's hooves are like steel. It rarely needs a meal.
The rain fell and darkness consumed. I look. Nothing. Good sign. I don't know. I look up at the bland sky. The twisted roots of the Arkolm tree formed the famous arch-way of childhood fairy tales.
#DarkRealm. I am the wind and the seas,. I am the terror and the great freeze,. I hold the elements in my palm,. Constant rage is my calm,. Scales shine for my protection,.
There was a girl of ice and snow, Made of frost and cold, Unique as snowflakes: never same, Each of different mould.