9 October 2012
Like gems of every colour they shine in flickering candlelight. A silence holds over the life-giving orbs as the sun falls from the naked sky; lighting the world in pinks, reds and oranges to end its life in glory.
Dark, grey-shadowed clouds roll in from the horizon. They crawl across the land, aching with their burden of rage and electricity. The earth shudders with the on coming storm.
And, suddenly, adrenaline races through hot veins, like a fuel on fire. It hums, low into the ground; coaxing golden spark to come alive and dance within the blackened souls of ancient, roaring beasts now encapsulated in miniature behind shell and flame.
The wind rushes in, ahead of the storm's fury, to stoke the fire into the dancing twilight. Purple and red entwine as one; a burning, passionate blaze of life reborn.
The shells crack.
A splitter of night snakes out, sweeping across the once-perfect gemstone surface to release the dragons within.
Crimson scales ripple as muscles flare in the heat and great wings fan out in an inferno's blaze. The tiny dragon, limbs unfurling, mouth crying for a forgotten parent - tumbles into the world.
He raises a blood-red head to level his gold eye on the burning nest.
Another crack mirrors the thunder closing in, and a pure sapphire blue monster is born into the flames. She springs upwards with the rising heat, pale wings welcoming an old freedom.
And suddenly the fire is crawling with tiny, brawling beasts who slash and snarl at the uncontainable ferociousness that lives within them.
But - before the dragons can rip each other apart, a cold, pale hand reaches down into the throng. Long, skeletal fingers become entangled with the burning energy as it reaches for a beast.
The crimson male is plucked from the writhing mass to be cradled in knowing arms. He is chaos, picked from the inferno to surrender to a master's touch.
Dragon-Birth • Opuss № I