Even as dusk settled to night, a veil of clouds obscured the sky. The darkness cast upon the lands by the storm's clouds only seemed to grow stronger as time slipped away. Outside of his study, the winds howled and rained pelted the glass, the rhythmic pitter-pat a pleasant noise to behold in the the background. With only a candle to guide him, Erebus drew his gaze across the lines of text before him, his body relaxed and leaning back against the leather-bound chair. His tail draped across the arm and pooled upon the ground beside him, the length swaying to and fro as his eyes scanned the pages of the book before him.

The dusty old tome was ancient, the words scrawled in Greek and detailing magics used my wizards of old. One of his talons lightly tapped against the book stand he was using, as if impatient for the next time he would be able to turn a page. His other hand reaching up to lightly rub along his chin and finger the delicate fur that hung like a goatee between his forehorns. As he studied the arcane arts within the tome his mind instinctively began to work the mystic energies around him, as if testing them against the new ideas that were forming in his psyche. The act causing his fur to waver and begin to glow with a faint azure light. As fresh ideas formed in his mind, a smile began to tickle his lips, eager for the next chance he would get to perform some experiments....

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Erebus, being an Astral Storm dragon, has very strong natural magic within his body, so much so that his breath weapon is actually raw magical energy. It does not do much on it's own, but he can shape it into some powerful spells and abilities. And he adores spending days simply relaxing and learning more about magic and what can be done with it.

Erebus belongs to me


The artwork was done by  Lycangel who has done a lovely job as always~

Art © Lycangel 2016