{A private RP for myself and Fayestar}
Stories had been passed down from one generation to the next of great winged beasts. He'd always dreamed of them, the giant creatures of old. Legends said that they'd all fallen into myth, having never been seen for many, many, many ages. A sigh was given as the young man, roughly twenty in age, went to work in the garden of his lone cabin. He lived off alone in a forest, muttering to himself about a few things.
The year had been rather dry, the living here difficult. He would have gone and died if it wasn't for his skills at hunting. The bow he'd created from an oak tree proved strong and faithful. The kingdom had fallen into disarray during this time, as well, he having gone to lengths to avoid it all. From the rumors he'd been told and heard of, the king was murdered in the dead of night, his wife and children having run. Where the true heir hid was a mystery. Or well, heirs. From his understanding, there had been a brother and sister.
They were nothing more than babes at the time of the king's fall. And that had been several years ago. Grumbling again to himself, he paused, listening. The sounds of the forest had quieted down, and he glanced about the area. The hoe was put against the log cabin, the young man slowly reaching for his bow and quiver. Was it another person? No one came to visit him. Or...was it something else?
Whatever it was didn't walk on two legs. He'd gotten used to the sounds of animals. This walked upon four. Eyes narrowed a wee bit, trying to discern what it was that approached his home.
"Hello?" he called out, a bit worried, perhaps even curious.
Heart thumped wildly in his chest. Was it an animal? Or perhaps, though he was sure it'd be wrong, a dragon?
Stories had been passed down from one generation to the next of great winged beasts. He'd always dreamed of them, the giant creatures of old. Legends said that they'd all fallen into myth, having never been seen for many, many, many ages. A sigh was given as the young man, roughly twenty in age, went to work in the garden of his lone cabin. He lived off alone in a forest, muttering to himself about a few things.
The year had been rather dry, the living here difficult. He would have gone and died if it wasn't for his skills at hunting. The bow he'd created from an oak tree proved strong and faithful. The kingdom had fallen into disarray during this time, as well, he having gone to lengths to avoid it all. From the rumors he'd been told and heard of, the king was murdered in the dead of night, his wife and children having run. Where the true heir hid was a mystery. Or well, heirs. From his understanding, there had been a brother and sister.
They were nothing more than babes at the time of the king's fall. And that had been several years ago. Grumbling again to himself, he paused, listening. The sounds of the forest had quieted down, and he glanced about the area. The hoe was put against the log cabin, the young man slowly reaching for his bow and quiver. Was it another person? No one came to visit him. Or...was it something else?
Whatever it was didn't walk on two legs. He'd gotten used to the sounds of animals. This walked upon four. Eyes narrowed a wee bit, trying to discern what it was that approached his home.
"Hello?" he called out, a bit worried, perhaps even curious.
Heart thumped wildly in his chest. Was it an animal? Or perhaps, though he was sure it'd be wrong, a dragon?
