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silvermistsBehold, the long-haired hermit of the Castle has returned. Uncanny how good he is at avoiding people--it's almost as if he can make himself invisible or something! It's for the best, really, he doesn't have much to offer. Does he?
He isn't hiding tonight. There he is, wearing black pants, a reddish shirt and a nice robe, also red--his original clothing he tossed away into the clouds, but he does still seem to favor pretty, flowing things. He's not doing anything dastardly, he's not plotting evil and cackling, he's just... having dinner. And a drink.
More drink than dinner.
Much more. (Though that's probably not the only reason he looks rundown and ill.)
Hey, it's still calories. Good for your heart too, is it not?
((because I've really neglected the poor evil bastard, have you a genpost.))
He isn't hiding tonight. There he is, wearing black pants, a reddish shirt and a nice robe, also red--his original clothing he tossed away into the clouds, but he does still seem to favor pretty, flowing things. He's not doing anything dastardly, he's not plotting evil and cackling, he's just... having dinner. And a drink.
More drink than dinner.
Much more. (Though that's probably not the only reason he looks rundown and ill.)
Hey, it's still calories. Good for your heart too, is it not?
((because I've really neglected the poor evil bastard, have you a genpost.))
Halloween Dragon + Intro!
Oct. 10th, 2016 08:47 pmsilvermistsHow strange it is, to see the world fade to black as the living writhing roots of a tree the size of a city are about to smash down on his head and the head of his companion--the last thing he remembers is using his tiny remaining scraps of magic to try and shield both of them, and then...
Coming back into awareness on a floating island in the sky, in a very different form indeed. A feathery, somewhat bipedal dragon, all gleaming silver with reddish highlights, around twelve feet tall at the shoulder... smaller than a true silver dragon, taller than any man he knows of.
The first thing he does, having popped back into existence on the edge of the castle's little chunk of land, is spread his wings and fly. It just comes instinctively, and he wants to know where he is... down he goes, quite a ways, gliding on and on, knowing he's bound to reach the ground eventually... it seems like the thing to do, rather than hang around a strange floating lump of rock.
Which he does not. He simply loops right back around, seeing the same damn castle beneath him after some time flying. So, then. Trapped. Imprisoned and so far he hasn't seen a single soul, and he isn't sure he can squeeze in through the doors. He lands in the courtyard near the great glass hill, thoughts racing, fresh out of schemes. Heaven knows he deserves to be trapped somewhere he can't harm anyone, though becoming dragonlike doesn't make any sense. And neither does being alive at all.
In the courtyard he stays all afternoon, sunning himself, thinking, and preening those lovely feathers with his teeth, while he tries to think of something.
Coming back into awareness on a floating island in the sky, in a very different form indeed. A feathery, somewhat bipedal dragon, all gleaming silver with reddish highlights, around twelve feet tall at the shoulder... smaller than a true silver dragon, taller than any man he knows of.
The first thing he does, having popped back into existence on the edge of the castle's little chunk of land, is spread his wings and fly. It just comes instinctively, and he wants to know where he is... down he goes, quite a ways, gliding on and on, knowing he's bound to reach the ground eventually... it seems like the thing to do, rather than hang around a strange floating lump of rock.
Which he does not. He simply loops right back around, seeing the same damn castle beneath him after some time flying. So, then. Trapped. Imprisoned and so far he hasn't seen a single soul, and he isn't sure he can squeeze in through the doors. He lands in the courtyard near the great glass hill, thoughts racing, fresh out of schemes. Heaven knows he deserves to be trapped somewhere he can't harm anyone, though becoming dragonlike doesn't make any sense. And neither does being alive at all.
In the courtyard he stays all afternoon, sunning himself, thinking, and preening those lovely feathers with his teeth, while he tries to think of something.
