A place of peace
The air made a soft sound as two figures filled the space on the peak. The place where they rifted into was a small outcropping overlooking the valley that Bastion rested in. Lightning danced between the clouds as the lightning elemental “ the mistress of storms “ Worked diligently to put out the fires across the area as best she could
In those flashes the two figures knelt and the larger of the two laid the other down. Folding their arms over their chest and propping them up a bit so that the smaller body, known to many as Kymisha could look over the people she loved and the forest she had come to call home.
Lightning flashed again and the larger figure who knelt next to the body of his friend wiped his eyes revealing the small silver scales now above and below his eyes. A soft glow started to come from him and he whispered a few words in an unknown tongue.to his friend. He then turned slowly and looked back over the valley. His face was conflicted and racked with grief. That slowly turned to fury as his ears, now far more sensitive picked up a scream that formerly filled him with fear.
He reached out for the blade, his secret tool..instead his hand became that of claws and death and he grimaced as he looked it over. Kymisha’s death was planned. That was an ambush and an assasination. That weapon used was the tail of a queen. The Vreech Queens still existed. They would be coming for him soon. This is what he had feared. Now others may be paying for it. Viltis walked to the edge of where he stood and staggered, his energy waning. He could feel himself swelling with magic. He could feel himself changing. It was glorious and frightening. Right now, however, he pressed it all down. His eyes focussed turning to silver with black slits. His hair gained a silvery sheen in places. Then another scream. More Vreech. He flexes his new claws and took a few steps off before running and leapt into the air to bring some justice and deliver some payback.
The air made a soft sound as two figures filled the space on the peak. The place where they rifted into was a small outcropping overlooking the valley that Bastion rested in. Lightning danced between the clouds as the lightning elemental “ the mistress of storms “ Worked diligently to put out the fires across the area as best she could
In those flashes the two figures knelt and the larger of the two laid the other down. Folding their arms over their chest and propping them up a bit so that the smaller body, known to many as Kymisha could look over the people she loved and the forest she had come to call home.
Lightning flashed again and the larger figure who knelt next to the body of his friend wiped his eyes revealing the small silver scales now above and below his eyes. A soft glow started to come from him and he whispered a few words in an unknown tongue.to his friend. He then turned slowly and looked back over the valley. His face was conflicted and racked with grief. That slowly turned to fury as his ears, now far more sensitive picked up a scream that formerly filled him with fear.
He reached out for the blade, his secret tool..instead his hand became that of claws and death and he grimaced as he looked it over. Kymisha’s death was planned. That was an ambush and an assasination. That weapon used was the tail of a queen. The Vreech Queens still existed. They would be coming for him soon. This is what he had feared. Now others may be paying for it. Viltis walked to the edge of where he stood and staggered, his energy waning. He could feel himself swelling with magic. He could feel himself changing. It was glorious and frightening. Right now, however, he pressed it all down. His eyes focussed turning to silver with black slits. His hair gained a silvery sheen in places. Then another scream. More Vreech. He flexes his new claws and took a few steps off before running and leapt into the air to bring some justice and deliver some payback.