Snippet #1565981

Ivelios swam the the sky like a fish in the seas. The beast between his thighs; frightful and powerful, gargantuan in size the saurian creature flapped its large, leathery wings expelling huge gusts of wind needed to keep it aloft. The creature itself was of myth and legends, few knew they were even still alive but Ivelios had been born in service to these reptilian entities. It was not a forced arrangement, it was not a form of slavery. It was more that they were bonded like a human's version of a soul mate than simply bondage. What the dragon felt,what it saw he could see and he could feel. It was a painstaking and painful process and one not overlooked. The power of these creatures was such that any mage, human, elven or otherwise, any great sage often referred to them for their knowledge. They were gate keepers of a bygone era. They lived longer than any elf of know creature that walked the realms without the unmistakeable stench of death upon them.

Easily spotting the fire from above, the silver dragon folded its wings back and dove straight for it. This jarring motion, would stir Ivelios' eyes to open at first very slowly but as he took in the sight of the ground approaching quickly, his eyes shot wide open. The wyrmling gold dragon that clung to his back and shoulders, now sank its claws into the lustrous metal along them as it held on for dear life like he were holding stead fast to the harness that was on the much larger dragon. The female saurian landed with such an impact, it would have rattled the modestly built building in which Aveline and the others were coming out of. Sending shock waves like miniature earth quakes as the full weight of its massive body compressed several trees upon landing. Lothirlondonis' curiosity grew when she sauntered over to the burning establishment a poked her head inside, blotting out Aveline's view of the sky above her. With teeth the size of short swords, a skin that was like polished scaled armor that was entirely resilient to most forms of attack, and a feathery crest that ran the length of her long, statuesque neck to her imposing bod--would almost seem as though she were smiling at Aveline as Lothirlondonis tilted her head trying to get a better look at the human girl before her.