Snippet #1487436

From the entrance of the cave came a loud roar of a creature; it was no Darkspawn, but something bigger. From the shadows of the mouth of the cave, charged a deep red drake, lunging forward and tackling the nearest Darkspawn that was unfortunate to be standing near by. It tore through the creature's armor and quickly delivered a death bite to silence the Darkspawn. When it lifted its head, it was noticed by the fallen ones companion, and quickly went into action, roaring and staking its claim on the cave entrance.

At just the entrance a flash of gold emerged, and in seconds, a fire ball knocked one of the Darkspawn that charged the drake, flat onto its back, being burned alive. Circe wouldn't enter the battle field just yet, keeping in the shadows and giving the drake the ranged support that he would need. She whistled sharply and the drake lifted its head, turning back towards its mistress for a moment. As a ring of Hurlocks came towards the cave, a wave of fire exploded from the depths, sending the monsters back wards. The drake bound out once again, easily tearing through the already burning enemies before crushing one of them with his massive weight.

Thats when the drake saw the others that were fighting those who would dare enter its territory. The creature reared up and let out a loud roar of annoyance. It paced, venturing farther out into the field as it would keep an eye on the strangers it did not recognize. Any Darkspawn that dared to approach it would be ripped to shreds in moments because of the drake's berserker mindset. It would keep a careful eye on the others, and let out a higher pitch roar, head turned towards the cave, notifying something within that something else existed outside the shadows of the cave.

Circe's eyes glowed almost in the dim light as she climbed up on a stone to look out. She could see other human like figures, but what were they doing there? She frowned slightly and gave out a responding whistle to the drake that called to her; a warning whistle to be wary of the trespassers. If they were friend or foe, they would soon know after they had ripped their way through the Darkspawn. In the shadows she would remain, watching as Arum would take on another hurlock that engaged him, trying to get towards the cave in retreat. She could hear the beats cries as the male would rip into its arm and tear it limb from limb. The drake would guard the entrance of the cave with a ferocity that would rival any creature, and he made it known as he tore into the soil with his claws, marking it as his.