Snippet #2696474

Not a word was said as those two orbs dropped down to the height of an towering man, and then closed as a body formed around them. Bubbling and swirling the mist and gel-like substance rose from the ground and formed the muscular build of the General of Darkness. No sudden moves were made as the body took form slowly, its arms behind its back and its feet shoulder width apart as the long black military-styled overcoat draped down over the body to the shins, where then the black boots took over. Thick black hair combed to the side at the part graced his head as an angled jaw and a fair face took shape.

Then his eyes opened again, and the sense of holiness around the area diminished to only a small radius around the woman with the sword. He stepped forward out of the shadows, a low, rumbling growl shaking the earth as it gurgled forth from his throat. He stopped ten feet away from the female, his expression stern and unforgiving, but not full of hatred like it would have been a mere month ago. No, there was something else: Confidence. Sheer, unadulterated, confidence.

Bu-bum

The shadows began to dance and quiver to the sound of his heartbeat, and it shook the leaves off of trees. In the distance, birds fled from their nests, leaving eggs and those unable to fly behind lest they perish with them. Finally after five minutes of rumbling silence, he spoke.

"It seems you do go out for fresh air when you're not dirtying your nose." Ah, there it was, the hatred, but in the form of chilling calmness; uncharacteristic of him given the last million years. This sense of confidence around a much older and what would normally be a much more powerful Dragon, could only mean one thing.

He was indeed whole again.