Deathwing [☹] 001
Who: Deathwing, Alexstrasza, probably Krasus and Ysera eventually, WHOMEVER
Where: The skies of Somarium, specifically Espoir
Style: Third plz
Status: OPEN
Notes: Violence inside. This is occurring at the time of this post
Fire. It was the element of life and death all rolled up neatly into a single package. Without heat, nothing could live, yet in heavy doses, it was more than enough to kill. Deathwing knew this well enough and, while his domain was absent of that of life, he certainly knew death very well. It would not be fire he called, but pure molten lava.
He had been patient, far too patient with his situation. He could feel the weight of this horrific realm on his shoulders, stifling him and his power. Was this how the other Aspects had felt when he forged the Demon Soul? Did they feel this way now? Why did it matter?
The answer, of course, was that it didn't matter. Enough was more than enough. Whether or not Somarium was prepared, Deathwing was going to have his fun. Everyone was going to know who was in charge here, diminished power or not. If he was effected, then surely everyone else would be too. Even at low power, he would still be better than them.
A jet of lava shot from the behemoth dragon's maw, a near explosion echoing through the area and disintegrating a vacant shop. He hadn't bothered to check for inhabitants. In fact, if he had realized it was empty, he probably would've found another that was not. The explosion alone wouldn't be enough to sate him -- so the giant promptly turned to find another to set fire to. Alexstrasza would come soon enough, likely with her pet and his sister.
Even this destruction was not enough to amuse him. Overall, he looked quite bored, slightly irritated as he spit another molten ball of fire at another building to set it alight. This one did not explode...and for a moment, he simply hovered in the sky, watching it smolder, perhaps waiting for some sort of creature to scurry out of it screaming. It'd be for their own good anyway.
Where: The skies of Somarium, specifically Espoir
Style: Third plz
Status: OPEN
Notes: Violence inside. This is occurring at the time of this post
Fire. It was the element of life and death all rolled up neatly into a single package. Without heat, nothing could live, yet in heavy doses, it was more than enough to kill. Deathwing knew this well enough and, while his domain was absent of that of life, he certainly knew death very well. It would not be fire he called, but pure molten lava.
He had been patient, far too patient with his situation. He could feel the weight of this horrific realm on his shoulders, stifling him and his power. Was this how the other Aspects had felt when he forged the Demon Soul? Did they feel this way now? Why did it matter?
The answer, of course, was that it didn't matter. Enough was more than enough. Whether or not Somarium was prepared, Deathwing was going to have his fun. Everyone was going to know who was in charge here, diminished power or not. If he was effected, then surely everyone else would be too. Even at low power, he would still be better than them.
A jet of lava shot from the behemoth dragon's maw, a near explosion echoing through the area and disintegrating a vacant shop. He hadn't bothered to check for inhabitants. In fact, if he had realized it was empty, he probably would've found another that was not. The explosion alone wouldn't be enough to sate him -- so the giant promptly turned to find another to set fire to. Alexstrasza would come soon enough, likely with her pet and his sister.
Even this destruction was not enough to amuse him. Overall, he looked quite bored, slightly irritated as he spit another molten ball of fire at another building to set it alight. This one did not explode...and for a moment, he simply hovered in the sky, watching it smolder, perhaps waiting for some sort of creature to scurry out of it screaming. It'd be for their own good anyway.