{DREAM} :: One
((Note: Those who do not know of Deathwing's dragon form will see him in his human form. If your character has a dragon sense of any kind, they will be able to see the big dragon.))
The tunnels are dark, dimly lit, and quite obviously underground. The strange cave appears to be lit by torchlight, though the fire clearly has magical properties and origin. The tunnels lead to an even larger room, this one more brightly lit and almost sweltering hot, the planet's core warming the very rock to an almost unbearable temperature. Some areas of the room pulsate with molten magma.
Neltharion (yes, this beast was missing his adamantium plating and scarring) circled the center of the monstrous cavern, pacing around a clutch of strange eggs. They too appear molten in nature, built with thick leathery skin and encased in a rock-hard shell. Spines protrude from them that wrap around and sometimes pierce their brethren...it is clear that these eggs will never hatch.
The Earth Aspect settles protectively around the clutch, eyeing it with some scrutiny. An arm is waved and the Earth begins to shift rather rapidly, springing up around the clutch to create a barrier of sorts, though it remains short enough to allow Deathwing to peer inside and observe the growing whelps inside.
He doesn't bother to pull the stillborns from their eggs early...food for the others.
It appears some have already hatched, for they clutter around their father for shelter. He does not acknowledge them in their current state...standing guard over his new flight takes priority. The other whelps don't appear bothered. In fact...the heat of the cave seems to have put them to sleep.
And for who knows how long...
The tunnels are dark, dimly lit, and quite obviously underground. The strange cave appears to be lit by torchlight, though the fire clearly has magical properties and origin. The tunnels lead to an even larger room, this one more brightly lit and almost sweltering hot, the planet's core warming the very rock to an almost unbearable temperature. Some areas of the room pulsate with molten magma.
Neltharion (yes, this beast was missing his adamantium plating and scarring) circled the center of the monstrous cavern, pacing around a clutch of strange eggs. They too appear molten in nature, built with thick leathery skin and encased in a rock-hard shell. Spines protrude from them that wrap around and sometimes pierce their brethren...it is clear that these eggs will never hatch.
The Earth Aspect settles protectively around the clutch, eyeing it with some scrutiny. An arm is waved and the Earth begins to shift rather rapidly, springing up around the clutch to create a barrier of sorts, though it remains short enough to allow Deathwing to peer inside and observe the growing whelps inside.
He doesn't bother to pull the stillborns from their eggs early...food for the others.
It appears some have already hatched, for they clutter around their father for shelter. He does not acknowledge them in their current state...standing guard over his new flight takes priority. The other whelps don't appear bothered. In fact...the heat of the cave seems to have put them to sleep.
And for who knows how long...