You decide to pay a visit to Facio. You gaze off along his path, and, to your dissapointment, you can't see any destination in the darkness. Gulping, you set off along the path.
You try not to look around much, but you can't help it. You gaze off into the distance and spot some mountains that look like they're made of obsidian. Far, far away, you can see something big and dark, though you'd rather not know exactly what it is. In the other direction, the plains continue, seemingly endless and barren forever. The only feature on the desolate expanse of land is the huge number of skeletons and bloodstained rocks. You're slightly unnerved, but you're sure that, somehow, you'll be safe.
That's when you see the cave. The path leads right up to the entrance, but it's impossible to seen past that. It's as though the darkness beyond is tangible, and you could reach out and part it. You don't get a chance to do that, however, for out slithers a fearsome, muscular creature that strikes fear into your heart at a single glance.
You can tell that the wyrm is a trained killer. His muscles ripple as he slithers toward you, his firey eyes focused on your quivering form. You bite your lip, knowing that you'll have to run, when the wyrm stops, and coils into a comfortable position several yards away from you.
"Yes?" he asks curtly.
You blink, just realizing that you aren't dead. "Er...mreh?" you ask nervously.
"I was asking," the wyrm replies, "why you felt it nessecary to trek out here and disturb my rest."
You gulp, and stammer out a reply. "I-I'm exploring Dracogrex," you say, nodding back down the path. "I c-can go now, if th-that is what you w-wish."
The wyrm sneers. "I'm awake already," he points out, "so why not have a little more fun?"
You swallow, and nod.
Snorting softly, the black monstrosity lies his head on his chest, and introduces himself politely. "I'm Facio," he says, "as I'm sure the signpost informed you. That is all it says, however, if I remember correctly. So, I'll fill you in. Savvy?"
You nod again.
"That's what I thought," Facio says, smirking. "Well, I've been here ever since I was but a small wyrmling. Amaryllis took good care of me, an unwanted abandonling in my race, but she said that I always had a lust for violence. According to her, I'd pick fights with all the other little ones. I was much bigger than them by my first year, being a naturally fast grower, so Amaryllis moved me to my own space. I was lonely there, so she finally decided to place me here. I have grown strong here, and I am respected everywhere. I am the strongest fighter here, and many of the skeletons you see were laid down by me."
Thankfully, he stops there. You nod yet again, taking a step back. "P=p-perhaps I should go," you stammer. "You sh-should rest, r-right?"
Facio sneers. "Too right you are," he sighs, turning his head in a half circle and returns to his cave, his snake-like body following the path scouted by his muzzle. You, in turn, whirl around and dash back to the signpost, vowing never to travel that way again.
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| Name: Facio
Breed: Wyrm Color/Type: Black Gender: Male Age/Stage: Adult Adopted At: Skyhaven |
Savvy? XD!
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