Ooc: I'll be using two different colors for my two characters Leox: Green and Blackfang: Blue.
Ic:
The darkness, it was all about the dragon as if controlling the aura about her. The air was thick with the scent of decomposing flesh, the trademark smell of the Great Dragon Lord, Leox Darastrix. The sun didn't dare reflect off those scales that were blacker than the darkest nightmare, a true terrifying sight to gaze upon, by far the largest dragon of them all. Black dragons normally didn't acquire such a size, but after being raised from the pits of the underworld she was now also considered a demon. Nostrils flare open on the top of her skull, she could smell it, the fear of those around her, it was satisfying to know that she was the cause of all this. Her mind was just as twisted and dark as her physical form, void of all light in the eternal pit of darkness. She had waited forever to return to the realm of the living to wreak havoc upon it once more, it had been centuries but the wait was rewarded.
Before man had ever shown himself to the world filled with the ancient races, dragons were rare at the time but she was the building block to make dragons the supreme rulers. With a iron fist, she united the dragons to create a hellish force to unleash upon the smaller races, first only killing them off by raiding their villages, then as time went on they began to rule over the races like nobles. She had a trustworthy personal human slave to clean her scales and read her letters sent by lesser beings, but it was too late to see the treachery that lay in his heart. One night while he was polishing her chest scales her rammed a sword through her heart, killing her as she thrashed about, thus the end of the Tyrant Leox Darastrix, or so they thought. It was one unlucky necromancer whose curiosity got the better of him, he was experimenting on a dead and rotting corpse of a dragon, attempting to reanimate it when it happened.
He didn't mean to call forth a demon, but he was too experience for such a large task, he was ignorant about the dangers in raising a dragon could create. Leox grasped the opportunity to return to the living, inhabiting the dead dragon, the necromancer thought he succeeded, he did in a ways and was rewarded by jaws clamping down on his body, cutting him neatly in half as the dragon devoured his body in two bites, just to make sure he was dead instead of swallowing him whole. The sockets of the dead dragon became illuminated with slime green orbs of glowing light, fueled by magical power that coursed throughout her body, though she was never honestly living in this body. She had to sustain her powers, thus creating a totem of skulls, from fallen dragons to humans, to even the smallest life form, their spirits trapped in those skulls fueling her with even more power.
Now rearing up onto her hind legs to fan out those massive tattered wings, casting a shadow over the village, only a few rays of light trickled through from the rotting holes in the leather wings. Maw parts to reveal crooked yet still deadly yellow fangs from which acidic green saliva oozes down from the lower jaw, the acid splattering on the ground to devour the grass, hissing and bubbling. The other dragons returned from dealing out punishment from those who did not pay tribute to the great Dragon Lord, who turns her head to the sky to let out a screeching roar that could deafen ears if they were close by that large maw.
Praise to my father,
Blessed by the water,
Black night, dark sky,
The devil's cry!