Post by Wolf of Juska on Jul 31, 2008 11:59:10 GMT -5
Mad Angus soared effortlessly on the back of the wind that was carrying him southwards. He flew over woods, marsh and wasteland, his breathtaking wingspan casting a predatory shadow on the earth. His single, but no less keen, golden eye, sighted the horizon, focusing on a mountain still shadowed by the mighty distance that separated them.
Salamandastron!
The great eagle's eye sparkled, and his beak curved in something resembling a smile. It was an ancient home of warriors, much like his own birthplace and erstwhile domain, Razortalon Peak; plunged in warfare even as he flew towards it now, if the rumors he ahd heard were true. He felt the weight of the ancestral ring on his right leg; it had been forged here, by a Badger Lord, for the first Laird McBluddskreech. Perhaps its destiny was to return here, to the place of its forging.
Foes to slay; warriors to stand beside; a mighty birthplace of fighters. What more did he need, before he set out on his doomed journey back to the raven-infested Razortalon Peak?
Angus screeched his triumphant warcry as he soared to the mountain of Badger Lords, the beat of hsi wings resounding like a gong.
''Cower, ye foebeasts, the bloody talons o' Mad Laird Angus shall speed ye on tae Hellgates! Skreeee, blood 'n' bones!''
Salamandastron!
The great eagle's eye sparkled, and his beak curved in something resembling a smile. It was an ancient home of warriors, much like his own birthplace and erstwhile domain, Razortalon Peak; plunged in warfare even as he flew towards it now, if the rumors he ahd heard were true. He felt the weight of the ancestral ring on his right leg; it had been forged here, by a Badger Lord, for the first Laird McBluddskreech. Perhaps its destiny was to return here, to the place of its forging.
Foes to slay; warriors to stand beside; a mighty birthplace of fighters. What more did he need, before he set out on his doomed journey back to the raven-infested Razortalon Peak?
Angus screeched his triumphant warcry as he soared to the mountain of Badger Lords, the beat of hsi wings resounding like a gong.
''Cower, ye foebeasts, the bloody talons o' Mad Laird Angus shall speed ye on tae Hellgates! Skreeee, blood 'n' bones!''
