“Hmm? ACHOOO!” A loud sneeze kicked up a small cloud of black dust that had covered the once sleeping dragon. Drowsy and annoyed, Asteris began awaken fully, shaking off the dust that had accumulated during the course of his rest. “Where did all this accursed black dust come from?” His voice boomed, echoing out and spreading over the empty quiet plain that he had chosen to be his residence. Now this once empty plain was covered in black dust in a way akin to a light dusting of powdered sugar over pastries. He did not like it. His wings unfurled with a snap and released a monstrous flap befitting of a dragon his size. The area around his body was blown clean of dust as he began to look around for the source of the black powder.
He looked to his left, to his right, around and behind. Finally he glanced upwards to the skies and saw a strange sight. Black dust, gently falling like light snowfall, from the moon. It was fantastical, eerie, it took a few seconds for him to remember that he was already awake so this could not possibly a dream. “Well,” He began, drawing up to his full fight and flapping once. His wings made him airborne just slightly above ground. “I guess this will be the night that a dragon fights the moon?” He murmured, wondering just how he would reach the moon in order to give it a piece of his mind for disturbing the rest of others, specifically him of course.
WIth a mighty flap of his feathery scaly wings he began to ascend. His aura protected him from from the effects of the dust and lit the way for him as he flew up as quickly as he could. Higher and higher he went, passing by birds, passing through clouds before he stopped and looked at the ground with his dragon’s eye view. It looked like that whatever was going on with this black dust and the moon, it wasn’t just local to his area nor aimed specifically at him. He could see villages covered in the same black dust. Even the forests and plains, the swamps and the mountains, nowhere outdoors was spared from this phenomenon. He decided to head down to a city to gather some more information before acting.
“That one should do nicely.” He set his eyes on a city just north of his clearing. “What do the human’s call that one again? Willow? Mahogany? Ah yes, Oak, Oak Town.” He began heading in the direction of Oaktown. This time he slowed down his flight, he didn’t want to cause a scare, especially when an incident was occuring. People getting the wrong idea was just going to hinder him from figuring out what was going on. Landing on a path a distance away from Oak Town, he walked the rest of the distance to Oak Town, pausing every once in a while to blow away the dust that had gathered on the path with a flap of his large wings. Soon enough, he entered Oak Town.
WC: 520/1000
He looked to his left, to his right, around and behind. Finally he glanced upwards to the skies and saw a strange sight. Black dust, gently falling like light snowfall, from the moon. It was fantastical, eerie, it took a few seconds for him to remember that he was already awake so this could not possibly a dream. “Well,” He began, drawing up to his full fight and flapping once. His wings made him airborne just slightly above ground. “I guess this will be the night that a dragon fights the moon?” He murmured, wondering just how he would reach the moon in order to give it a piece of his mind for disturbing the rest of others, specifically him of course.
WIth a mighty flap of his feathery scaly wings he began to ascend. His aura protected him from from the effects of the dust and lit the way for him as he flew up as quickly as he could. Higher and higher he went, passing by birds, passing through clouds before he stopped and looked at the ground with his dragon’s eye view. It looked like that whatever was going on with this black dust and the moon, it wasn’t just local to his area nor aimed specifically at him. He could see villages covered in the same black dust. Even the forests and plains, the swamps and the mountains, nowhere outdoors was spared from this phenomenon. He decided to head down to a city to gather some more information before acting.
“That one should do nicely.” He set his eyes on a city just north of his clearing. “What do the human’s call that one again? Willow? Mahogany? Ah yes, Oak, Oak Town.” He began heading in the direction of Oaktown. This time he slowed down his flight, he didn’t want to cause a scare, especially when an incident was occuring. People getting the wrong idea was just going to hinder him from figuring out what was going on. Landing on a path a distance away from Oak Town, he walked the rest of the distance to Oak Town, pausing every once in a while to blow away the dust that had gathered on the path with a flap of his large wings. Soon enough, he entered Oak Town.
WC: 520/1000