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Name: Fable Orenson
Dark Shadow

Looks: long dark blood red pilus, her ears pierced with an ebony earring. Her optics are a night forest green. She wears a black furred vest, with a blackness furred half jacket, the hood trimmed with white fur. And black gloves with white fur. She wears long blackness pants and a pair of leather boots, She uses a white furred hooded cloak. She as a black spiked neckband with 1 of her dragon's fangs fastened to a small string and a belt with pockets. Forest light-green eyes.
Wears a mask of an ancient dragon, the dark shadow, which was one of the most feared dragons of its time.

Part of a group chosen the Shadows. They motility from place get place, raiding and stealing equally they please. She is the leader by birth and knows nothing else other than the Shadows. Her second in command is a shady human being named Jorn. No one from her group even knows what she really looks similar due to her mask.

"Shadow!" I awoke every bit my name was called and from the banging on my door. I recognized immediately that information technology was Jorn, the second in command of my people, The Dark Shadows. Now, you could call the states 'thieves' or 'bad people' just I like to think of us as doing a favor to Vikings and all the others we bargain with. When a viking has too much, they become lazy! Nosotros make sure that doesn't happen.
I grabbed my mask, putting it on over my mess of a long braid downwards my dorsum. My hole body ached, nosotros had simply finished picking over a village that was ripe with all kinds of exotic loot. My men enjoyed it and I had given the residue of the dark to gloat.
My Caput was all the same pounding.
"What is it, Jorn?" I yawned, opening upwards the door to the captains quarter of our rather big transport. I plopped down on the chair of my desk, rubbing my temples. The desk was covered with maps and data of villages near and far, gathered by all of the leaders of the Shadows. Like my Male parent and my Fathers earlier him, I added much.
I stood and Jorn followed outside of my room, after grabbing my trusty dagger. I looked over my people, all of them busy with the ship and others gambling and other things to keep themselves entertained while we were at a interruption. "Shadow," Jorn said once again, grabbing my attention away.
"What is it?" I enquire him, growing impatient, my eyes looking up at the promising articulate skies. "There'southward been a sighting," He breathed, as if he had been running to become her this information. "Of a Dark shadow!"
My eyes snapped to him, "What? How is that possible? They've been extinct for years!"
"One has been sighted frozen in a giant glacier on top of Loki's Acme," Jorn said and I felt a shock of excitement, Loki'southward Summit was one of the largest glacier, big enough to resemble a mountain. Getting to the summit would be a feat in itself.
"Set up the men, we sail at one time." I told him and saw a flash of subconscious emotion behind his eyes, I played it off as excitement, though if I had known what was about to come, I never would have agreed.

It didn't take long to arrive at Loki's Height, nosotros were close enough to it that it was only an hours ride. I jumped from the top of the ship down below to join my men. I stood in forepart of them, proud and stiff "Today volition be a glorious twenty-four hours!" I started, raising my fist to the air. "Jorn has received news that there is a Dark Shadow, frozen at the top of Loki's Acme." I appear and was received with hollers.
"Volunteers!" Jorn called, and a grouping of the stronger members of the Shadows raised their fists, hollering in unison. "The rest volition stay and baby-sit the ship, and once we return, we volition celebrate this observe!" This was likewise greeted with excited yells.
The trek up the glacier was a long ane. The entrance was jagged with spiked ice and it was colder than anything I could ever have imagined. The ice itself was beautiful, the lights from our torches lit information technology up in colors I've never seen, but information technology also gave life to what was also frozen inside the ice. Vikings of all sizes frozen in time, some with scared looks, others with no expression at all. Those were more than frightening.
"I don't have a good feelin' bout this, Jorn." one of the men said, holding his hands around his arms. "Don't exist a coward," Jorn barked, glowering at the human. I didn't bother to look back at them, especially as I saw the light from the end of the cavern, finally.
"We're virtually there." I breathed, excitement warming me more than than whatsoever burn. My pace quickened, I could almost feel the sunlight. And it felt like every bit soon as I walked in the giant glacier I was out over again, I peered around for the frozen dragon.
"Jorn?" I asked turning to see my second in command smile wickedly. My eyes widened beneath my mask and I reached for my dagger only in time to deflect an arrow. "We're nether assault!" One of my men yelled, reaching for his mace. I leapt back to avert some other deadly percussion pointer and grunted, bumping into someone. I landed on my bottom and turned my head, looking up to see no one other than Alvin the Treacherous. "No!" I cursed and rolled to the side, jumping to my feet barely beingness breezed by with his sword.
"Well if it isn't the 'fiddling shadoh!" Alvin sneered, I glared at him viciously "What are you doing here, Alvin?" I demanded. "A little birdy told me I could find a Dark Shadow all the way up here." He smirked and my optics widened once more, realization striking me at in one case, it seemed like everything had slowed down equally I turned and saw Jorn smiling maliciously property a crossbow in his hands. He aimed and I saw Alvin move from behind me, the cliff edge directly backside him.
It all hit me at once, the expose, the sharp pain from the arrow hitting my shoulder, and then it felt similar I was flying. My gaze grew clouded, I've e'er wondered what it would exist like to wing.. and and so, I felt the scorching hurting of my back hit water. Equally my world went night, I could see Alvin and Jorn standing side by side, I wasn't sure what hurt more than, the pain now spreading all over or the betrayal.

It felt like I was existence dragged. The merely thing I could smell was the salty water and the sand that I was currently being dragged through. I wanted to open my optics, simply I couldn't. I could hear, and smell, even taste the water that was in my oral cavity and lung moments before. What was dragging me? It was so gentle, but manifestly very strong. I heard a deep growl, and it made my middle vanquish in fear, merely as soon as I had gained my consciousness information technology was gone.

My eyes opened to unfamiliar surroundings. I sat up, looking around blinking in amazement. I was layed downward on some sort of of smooth rock, surrounded by pines and grasses along with bushes, perfectly subconscious but not too crowded. Brambles surrounded the opening to the small clearing and they were spread all effectually in in a circle, with foliage covering information technology. It wasn't just this way past itself, something had to have had something to do with information technology roofing the clearing perfectly as it was.
I tried to stand and I clenched me teeth at the burning pain up my leg, I looked down and rolled my pant leg upwardly and groaned, seeing it discolored with deep bruises.
Looking around I tried to find anything that I could utilize to fix it and sighed, seeing nothing. I took the braid out from my hair, and used the band to wrap around my leg the best I could. My long red hair breezed into my face and I huffed to accident it back out of the style.
Wait a minuet.. My mask! I touched my face and groaned, my mask no where in sight. I looked around regardless. My eyes landed on what looked like a nest and my heart stopped as I saw two large night-black eggs with lighter purple spots. "Are those..?" I breathed, and shook my head "Impossible." I muttered hoping desperately I was right.
I grabbed at my kick for my dagger and hissed, realizing that I no longer had it with me. A pain gripped my centre, I no longer had many things. My mask, my dagger, but about of all my people. Waves of acrimony rolled over me at the idea of Alvin and Jorn working together. Jorn had probably already told the others that I had died. I felt sorrow for the men who volunteered who were certainly now dead.. or working for Jorn.
What was I to do? I couldn't walk, not on this leg. My stomach growled, and I pushed all the feelings away. The lingering worry nearly the two eggs pricked at me, but I forced myself not to panic. I've lead my men through much worse than this.. of course and so I had them at my back.
The simply things I had on me were my cloths and my fur cloak which was doing a good job at keeping me warm, and I had my periodical. My pockets held some coin, which was good, if I could become off this.. island, or wherever I washed upwardly. Suddenly, a loud screech filled the clearing and I froze.
Oh Thor.. Why me?
A dark fury, the color of night with crystal bluish eyes landed only a few anxiety away from me, sniffing at it'southward eggs, a mixture of a growl and a purr came from the beast. It was a female, apparently the mother to the ii unborn dark furies. She dropped a fish next to the nest and I started to scoot slowly away, property my breath.
"Argh!" I hissed through clenched teeth at the pain from my leg and the Night fury whipped its head in my direction. I tensed upward every bit it's eyes slit, and it began to prowl closer.
I threw my hands up in a last ditch attempt to protect myself, my optics airtight tightly. My breath was withal held and I expected the pain of burn, merely it didn't come. My breath exhaled when instead, I felt the dry scales of the dragon press it's nose to my manus. I blinked, amazed and turned to look at the dark fury. She made the same noise, the growl-purr and set up downwards some other fish in front of me. "For me?" I asked when I found my voice.
My centre was beating faster than it ever had before. I had but touched a Night fury, i of the almost feared dragons, This night fury saved me. I picked the fish upwards, uncooked and raw, and took a bite. I had worse.. "Thank you.." I murmured and the Night fury nodded, turning back to her nest and wrapped around information technology, eating her own fish.
I wasn't sure what to practice in this situation, and so I just ate the fish and it took away from some of the growling in my stomach. I watched as the dragon shot burn down around the nest of animal furs and other things. This was incredible. The Shadows never dealt with dragons unless it was admittedly necessary. My Male parent had brought me up to respect the beasts, and had told me tales of some people who could actually speak to them. I had never been up close to one who wasn't trying to fire me to a crisp, permit alone be fed past one.
The Night Fury looked over to me and tilted her head, gesturing me over with her tail. I tensed, she was allowing me to get shut to her eggs? I didn't question it though, and slowly crawled over the all-time I could. I yelped every bit she picked me upwards by my hood and placed me beside her eggs, and against her. She was warm to the impact, despite her scales being dry. Perhaps it was the fire she had placed moments before, but it began to brand me grow drowsy.
I felt the dragon wrap her tail around her eggs and me, and she settled, closing her eyes. I held my arms at my side, breathing slowly as not to disturb the relaxing mother. 'Mother..' I idea to myself and airtight my eyes, letting slumber over take me.

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For over the side by side few days the Night Fury would bring me food and water, and even try to help me walk on my leg. I never idea a dragon would ever help a person with anything like this earlier, but I was grateful, and I think she knew that.
I had taken to call her Monah which meant Female parent. I spoke to her at present so, and she seemed to empathise what I hateful, I wished I could understood what she would say dorsum. But it was nice to talk to someone, regardless. Her eggs had began to grow warmer, and I wondered if that meant that they grew closer to hatching. I recall that dragon eggs explode when they hatch, so I made a notation to remember that in case I was nonetheless here when they did hatch.
I wrote how Monah acted and what she did with her eggs in my periodical. I would describe sketches of her and her eggs, which she seemed to bask posing for. I drew the clearing, the but other things to would be the birds or small animals that did discover there way through the brambles. An occasional Terrible Terror, which annoyed Monah, merely when she saw that I would describe them too, didn't heed as long as they stayed abroad from her fish and her eggs. There was ane particular Terror, a small yellow and dark-brown spotted one that seemed to take a liking to me after I shared a slice of fish with information technology. I started to telephone call her Temper, as she would get on Monah'south fretfulness oftentimes. Temper would slumber on a tree, across the way of the clearing next to the water, filled with small fishes but her size.
I didn't know what I was going to do one time my leg healed. All I knew is that whenever I do leave. I'thousand going to hunt down Jorn and Alvin and make them wish they had found a existent Dark Shadow.
Days turned into weeks and my leg was get-go to heal plenty to where I could put pressure on it and walk short distances. When Monah did not join me, which was becoming more often (because of her eggs, I remember) Atmosphere would join me, going after dragonflies and pocket-size birds.
This island I was on, was gorgeous. I've never been here before, or heard of information technology. There were no other people only animals and some of dragons here and there. It was full of pino trees and rivers, beautiful scenery and plenty to live off of. At times, a modest voice in the dorsum of my mind would ask me, "Why non brand this identify your dwelling?". I had considered, but and then my drive for revenge on Alvin and Jorn would over power information technology and I would cast the thought away. I would miss Monah and her unborn children. But I could never actually stay..
The nights hither were the best. Monah would balance me in her nest and I would lay in that location, looking up at the nighttime sky, the stars would exist vivid and occasionally there would exist lights like the ones I saw in the northern waters, then I began to phone call them the Northern Lights. Uncertainty information technology would catch on, just they were beautiful. The sounds from the forest, whispering trees and the lulling sound of waves along sand. It was peaceful. These were things new to me, nearly of my fourth dimension before spent in my quarters and likewise busy to pay attention when raiding villages. I felt nigh guilty for those things when I looked into Monah's crystal blue optics. But and so I remembered how those Vikings would slaughter her even for taking pace in their villages. I think Temper and Monah began to like each other, too, because Atmosphere would gyre upwardly adjacent to both of us now to sleep. At that moment, things were expert. I was happy, and I had no other worries in the globe.. but nothing ever stays similar that for long.

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