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Chaotic Cello
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Amara's ears picked up the question and huffed in response. Surely she has caught on that he can't exactly talk in this form, right? Perhaps she was just talking to herself to pass the time, but it hardly mattered. The mountain that housed his cave was visible in the distance and he vaguely pointed at it with a claw.
And they were there in no time at all. He landed with stretched wings and set his head on the ground, waiting for Myla to dismount.
The spot he landed at was a large ledge seemingly carved into the side of the mountain with only one, perilous path leading into it. The ledge was basked in late afternoon sunlight that illuminated the large man---not large dragon opening in the mountain wall.
It was the only entrance (for the human) into his lair that he took pride in. The passage was torch lit and narrow. It was housed the armor, weapons, and bones of knights, thieves, and anyone else dumb enough to try to face him. A warning to those that try to steal his treasure. This passage lead to an open area large enough to fit his true form that was lit a system by a system of mirror and small windows that he made himself. The front part this was obviously an area where battles had taken place (and very haphazardly cleaned) and the back half an area of comfort being filled with fur, blankets, pillows, and the like. The entrance to his hoard--his pride and treasures--was hidden somewhere in this room.
And Amara couldn't wait to get into this lair, become comfortable, and show off.
And they were there in no time at all. He landed with stretched wings and set his head on the ground, waiting for Myla to dismount.
The spot he landed at was a large ledge seemingly carved into the side of the mountain with only one, perilous path leading into it. The ledge was basked in late afternoon sunlight that illuminated the large man---not large dragon opening in the mountain wall.
It was the only entrance (for the human) into his lair that he took pride in. The passage was torch lit and narrow. It was housed the armor, weapons, and bones of knights, thieves, and anyone else dumb enough to try to face him. A warning to those that try to steal his treasure. This passage lead to an open area large enough to fit his true form that was lit a system by a system of mirror and small windows that he made himself. The front part this was obviously an area where battles had taken place (and very haphazardly cleaned) and the back half an area of comfort being filled with fur, blankets, pillows, and the like. The entrance to his hoard--his pride and treasures--was hidden somewhere in this room.
And Amara couldn't wait to get into this lair, become comfortable, and show off.