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Date Posted: 16:01:24 07/03/02 Wed
drip
impatience, annoyance…
He folded his arms across his chest, a barely conscious movement on his part. The town was growing increasingly boring by the day…and how long had he been here? A day? Two days? no…it was more like a week in reality. He was getting very bored now, what time was it anyway? He barely glanced over his shoulder out the door to notice that once again it was dark…he sighed slightly angrily and turned his attention back to why he was waiting. The man in front of him spat and cursed at the woman behind the counter. His voice was raised in anger as he constantly abused on her verbally, his tone not at all that of a customer…he seemed to be berating a slave. How she had kept that calm and cool look on her face was a high point in Mishael’s opinion, however personally he probably would have taken the man’s head off…literally. He yawned again, the slightest creak accompanying his jaw, barely revealing his fangs….
drip
His mind drifted again as he waited, images flashing through his mind as quickly as they could form and be dismissed…things from the past, things of the future…things that perhaps shouldn’t have been there at all. All the while, each image brought their own sensation to his body…feelings of super-hot gusts of wind over the desert, feelings of tiny pin pricks of cold on his frame. He blinked slowly, letting reality eclipse itself as he let himself go, dropping inhibitions to allow him the full scope of what he felt and saw, deep within his mind. Immersed he was in those images…feeling, seeing, experiencing…memories? No…reality.
drip….the heralds of impending doom. Heralds of the approaching storm….heralds of a force much greater than themselves, and more powerful than all of them combined could be…
The storm clouds rushed in, darkness consuming the light like some antediluvian beast swallowing its prey. There was a fork of lightning, lashing out at the ground with a speed and rage that was clearly bellied by the storm’s suddenness. There was a faint crackle as the lightning bolt struck out, ionizing the air, static charges suddenly claiming the previously uncharged atmosphere. The pellets came now in torrents manifesting a raging power that was inherent in all storms. A drop of water could erode a mountain afterall…
The voice came then, resounding in authority and power…it was as if the thunder was a voice and it spoke then.
a dragon…is a force of nature…one that manifests its reality in the reality that surrounds it. a dragon…is a…god.
the voice replayed itself through his mind, over and over as he stood there, arms thrown back, head tilted upwards, torrential rain soaking his being, every fiber of his body. He laughed….It was his to command….he could feel the power of the storm, awesome….mighty and it would bend to his will, obey his command. He let it go then….and roared…it reverberated in the sky, wavering reality like a heat shimmer…it doubled pulled along with the storm, peals of thunder accompanying him…he roared again and again joyfully, powerfully…he was...Mishael Akenzeru…Icewind-Escalvone hybrid. He was Mishael Akenzeru…Storm Dragon.
His eyes refocused on the reality around him….huge reptilian eyes blinking slowly…where was he? A moved forwards, wings spreading wide with a rustling sound…power behind bladed metal and leather wings… he had transformed and left the village…odd….very odd. He grinned, he already knew nobody was hurt…no blood was on his body…however he could scarcely see, barely remember the image of the yelling man, clutching his chest in horror before falling unconscious….
Mishael Akenzeru…forever the mischief maker….
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