Post by Capitan Sinn on Jun 5, 2009 23:24:52 GMT -5
Romulus Septimus Locke, seventh High General from the House of Locke, stalked through the Imperial Barracks. He was nearly seven foot, and covered in battle scars, he wore simple clothes, but they were made of expensive material. It was just a pair of black breeches and a dark gray tunic. His hair was a rust color, like dried blood. But what he was famous for, what his family was famous for, were their venomous green eyes. Romulus’ eyes were scarier than most Locke eyes for the fact that he openly wore hatred in them, not the flame of a new rage, but the cold of a long, but not forgotten hurt.
He walked around, at first going to training grounds, but then leaving when he saw that no one was skilled enough to offer a challenge. He ended up in the Dragon Barracks; the place where dragons lived when not on an assignment. As High General, Romulus had access, but he had often come here when he was a captain and frustrated.
The concentrated smell of dragon is normally unappealing to most, its sulfurous and sharp. Romulus though, was always calmed by the smell. Many were gone, but then he saw him.
Thorn was easily the most impressive of the Imperial dragons. He was massive. Romulus could not think of a word that would do him justice. He was stocky, his frame made more for combat than speed. His eyes were an even darker red than his scales, with a thin black slit pupil. His horns were beautifully curved, and sharp.
“Hello great skyking. I wish you good morning. I am glad to see that, while you deemed me not worthy enough to be your rider, that you found one that was.”
When Romulus was a rising star of the Imperial Army, King Galbitorix himself summoned him back to Uru’Baen. He was sent to the heavily guarded egg chamber. Two eggs were there, one was green and one was red. Romulus felt himself called to the red egg, but it didn’t hatch. He only felt disappointed. He still felt it.
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He walked around, at first going to training grounds, but then leaving when he saw that no one was skilled enough to offer a challenge. He ended up in the Dragon Barracks; the place where dragons lived when not on an assignment. As High General, Romulus had access, but he had often come here when he was a captain and frustrated.
The concentrated smell of dragon is normally unappealing to most, its sulfurous and sharp. Romulus though, was always calmed by the smell. Many were gone, but then he saw him.
Thorn was easily the most impressive of the Imperial dragons. He was massive. Romulus could not think of a word that would do him justice. He was stocky, his frame made more for combat than speed. His eyes were an even darker red than his scales, with a thin black slit pupil. His horns were beautifully curved, and sharp.
“Hello great skyking. I wish you good morning. I am glad to see that, while you deemed me not worthy enough to be your rider, that you found one that was.”
When Romulus was a rising star of the Imperial Army, King Galbitorix himself summoned him back to Uru’Baen. He was sent to the heavily guarded egg chamber. Two eggs were there, one was green and one was red. Romulus felt himself called to the red egg, but it didn’t hatch. He only felt disappointed. He still felt it.
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