You decide to meet Frema. Her arrow points almost directly to a large cave in a nearby rock cluster. One rock looks to be about three times your height. You walk cautiously into the opening, wondering what sort of creature would make its home here.
You are greeted with silence. Only a steady drip, drip, drip can be heard. Not at all curious what that sound might be coming from, you instead call out, "hello...?"
And, an instant after you finish that word, a massive presence is looming over you. It slowly, slowly slithers forward, and reveals itself to be a monsterous red wyrm.
"W-w-www-wha...?" you stammer, looking up into a pair of dull red eyes. The wyrm raises itself almost 20 feet above you, before lowering its head to stare you straight in the eye.
Hello!
You are startled by an incredibly cheery voice filling your mind. "H-hello," you reply, trembling.
"Aw, don't be afraid of me," the female wyrm says, switching to regular speech. Smiling, she lifts her head up to the ceiling of the cave, and shifts a rock so that light enters the darkness. You can now see her in her full glory, a magnificent beast, to be sure. "I'm Frema, for your info."
"I...beg your pardon," you say nervously, "but...why haven't you eaten me yet?"
"Eaten you?" Frema scoffs. "I haven't eaten a person in hundreds of years. No offense, of course, but you're too crunchy." Seeing you in general discomfort after that remark, she grins. "Dad's not at all impressed. He wants me to be a big devilish fighter like he claims he is." Snorting, Frema shakes her head.
"Your dad?"
"Domoco," Frema says, rolling her red eyes. "Mr. Desert Realm Supreme, or that's what you'd think growing up with him. He was always dissapointed that I turned out halfway decent. But enough about him. I'm a wyrm, as I assume you've already figured out?"
You nod, smiling slightly.
"Let me tell you something about wyrms," Frema says, curling up so she's facing you. "We're missunderstood. The whole violence bit is our nature, you see. We do our best to control it and keep it within the species. We mean well, we really do. I just control my impulses better than the rest of 'em. You'd probably be inside my brother's stomach by now, if he were here. He's at Skyhaven, don't worry," she adds, seeing the concerned expression on your face.
"Well, I'm a chatterbox and you have a big realm to poke through," Frema says, smiling again. "You remember what I told you, oi?"
"Oi," you reply. You are beginning to like Frema very much.
"Off with you, then," she says, nodding toward the door. You walk off, waving, and return to the signpost to continue your explorations.
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| Name: Frema
Breed: Wyrm Color/Type: Red Gender: Female Age/Stage: Adult Adopted At: Skyhaven |
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