Post by nightstorm on Dec 28, 2009 21:31:57 GMT -6
This is the prologue to a new story I'm writing...the last one hit a dead end. I would appreciate comments. (: Anyone a dragon fan?
Screeches filled the air. Wings beat heavily, as the midday sun beat down unmercifully. A thud echoed through the canyon as a large creature tumbled down. Dust rose from where it had landed, and out of the rising cloud, the tip of a wing emerged, trembling. The dragon rose on unsteady legs, gave a lurch, then fell, screaming, as a gout of fire erupted from above. Another dragon landed beside the fallen dragon, talons raised. The second dragon trumpeted in triumph as the first let out a weak cry, and went limp. With a snort, the victor took off to the skies, once more joining in the battle above.
Scales flashed as dragon after dragon dove and twisted, tearing at others of their own kind. Terrible shrieks rang out, as many, both good and bad, fell to the earth, never to move again. The valley, forevermore known as Talons Breadth, glistened red with spilled blood and was littered with the bodies of the slain. The sky was filled with raging beasts, their fangs and talons dyed red with the sap of their foes’ limbs.
Talon met talon, and tooth met tooth, as dragons fought against their own race. It was kin against kin, the epic battle that bards would sing about for all time. The people would always remember the Dragon’s Downfall, and would always remember how once, dragons roamed about freely, with no fear of harm or betrayal.
Scales flashed as dragon after dragon dove and twisted, tearing at others of their own kind. Terrible shrieks rang out, as many, both good and bad, fell to the earth, never to move again. The valley, forevermore known as Talons Breadth, glistened red with spilled blood and was littered with the bodies of the slain. The sky was filled with raging beasts, their fangs and talons dyed red with the sap of their foes’ limbs.
Talon met talon, and tooth met tooth, as dragons fought against their own race. It was kin against kin, the epic battle that bards would sing about for all time. The people would always remember the Dragon’s Downfall, and would always remember how once, dragons roamed about freely, with no fear of harm or betrayal.