Location: Icy volcano ranges
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A huge blizzard descended upon the line of active volcanoes, their tops bright and pouring dense smoke high into the air. It was here that the first discovered Bahamut laid, one of many outposts the demons of Hell stationed to search for the dragon of ice, one that turned all of the underworld into a frozen wasteland prior to his escape. The air was clear, though very humid. Braving the extreme temperatures here, whether it be scorching or freezing, was certainly not for the weak willed. There were no animals here. Not even a single sprout of plant life. All anyone could hear was the hollow gust that scarred and patrolled all over the mountains and volcanoes, flash freezing anything it caught in its path. Ice and lava stretched across the horizon from where Bahamut rested. Surely, not a single living being had ever dared to cross this treacherous landscape.
Until now…
Bahamut stirred from its slumber, its eyes flickering and glowing with renewed flames. Footsteps. From above. Could it be the dragon Bahamut was designed to capture and drag back to Hell? The monster grumbled, lifting its head up from the chamber it had dug and buried itself in. Around 20metres underground. It saw no living being within this world before coming here, no knowledge of the beings that dwelled or what to even expect. All Bahamut could think of was destroy. Nothing more.
There it laid, being still and waiting for the right moment to strike. Its ears opened, arms and tail to the walls, trying to pick up the small vibrations again. Perhaps it was just an earthquake, or an avalanche. It stayed down here for many years, and Bahamut had learned the sounds of nature within these parts, from the rising geysers to the falling sea of snow and ice. If it picked up a noise unknown to it, it could be the time for the great monster to rise…
(So you know how this goes. I RP Bahamut and you RP your character. It is now your turn to post. Good luck!!)
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A huge blizzard descended upon the line of active volcanoes, their tops bright and pouring dense smoke high into the air. It was here that the first discovered Bahamut laid, one of many outposts the demons of Hell stationed to search for the dragon of ice, one that turned all of the underworld into a frozen wasteland prior to his escape. The air was clear, though very humid. Braving the extreme temperatures here, whether it be scorching or freezing, was certainly not for the weak willed. There were no animals here. Not even a single sprout of plant life. All anyone could hear was the hollow gust that scarred and patrolled all over the mountains and volcanoes, flash freezing anything it caught in its path. Ice and lava stretched across the horizon from where Bahamut rested. Surely, not a single living being had ever dared to cross this treacherous landscape.
Until now…
Bahamut stirred from its slumber, its eyes flickering and glowing with renewed flames. Footsteps. From above. Could it be the dragon Bahamut was designed to capture and drag back to Hell? The monster grumbled, lifting its head up from the chamber it had dug and buried itself in. Around 20metres underground. It saw no living being within this world before coming here, no knowledge of the beings that dwelled or what to even expect. All Bahamut could think of was destroy. Nothing more.
There it laid, being still and waiting for the right moment to strike. Its ears opened, arms and tail to the walls, trying to pick up the small vibrations again. Perhaps it was just an earthquake, or an avalanche. It stayed down here for many years, and Bahamut had learned the sounds of nature within these parts, from the rising geysers to the falling sea of snow and ice. If it picked up a noise unknown to it, it could be the time for the great monster to rise…
(So you know how this goes. I RP Bahamut and you RP your character. It is now your turn to post. Good luck!!)