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Story, world and characters are mine
Tylon is
Tylon
This is my first time for me, that I am using music for active storytelling. The link to the track is inserted at the relevant point and the timestamps in front of the paragraphs should contribute to the music for a better interaction. I hope I can give you the same picture that I have in mind.
Title of the song is Ocean Princess from Thomas Bergersen.
His eyes proudly looked ahead over the coast of the Blue Bay of the Realm Thal. The green color of the iris was streaked with azure patterns and shimmered slightly in the incoming sunlight. A dull shine lay on the yellow-black beak of his face and on his head was a narrow feather crest that reached down to the back of his neck. The gryphon flew through the air with strong wing beats. Black fur covered his body. The head, chest and abdomen were silver-white. The long feathers of his wings showed black roots and after the first third changed fluently to a silvery white. The white color was also provided with azure flash patterns. A short tail appeared between his long tail feathers, which looked similar to those of the wings. At the tip of the tail was a silver-white fur tassel. He held the yellow claw hands close to his body, as well as the strong hind legs. He wore an azure cloth around his neck. An imposing family crest was also depicted on the fabric. Jagged flash patterns framed the portrait of three towers and a name was embroidered next to it.
Aztroras
His proud look quickly gave way to a concerned expression, as he watched the creature in front of him, as its wing flaps began to cramp slightly. A female dragon flew in front of him. Blue fur adorned her elegant body. White stripes appeared on it and her chest, as well as the abdomen, were completely white. Her long tail ended in a fluffy white fur tassel. The fur on her chest was thicker. A white mane of hair was pulled over her head, neck and back. It teasingly fell over one half of her graceful face. Amber eyes shimmered in the light of the sun, and there were three spines on each side of her cheek. She had no horns, but two long ears that hung down exhausted at the moment. She wore a cloth around her neck, but this no longer showed a family crest, since it had been unsightly torn off. All that was left was the embroidered name.
Tylon
She breathed heavily irregularly and felt an increasing pull in her back. Her wing flaps started to cramp slightly, but she was still able to hold the altitude. Aztroras noticed this, however, and flew closer to her side. There was a bright sparkle in her eyes when she noticed the gryphon in her field of view. “You need a break” she heard his worried voice. “I don’t want you falling out of the sky.” Tylon closed her eyes briefly and gritted her teeth. She snorted decisively and tried to speed up. She was not yet at the end of her strength.
Only her body seemed to have disagreed. A painful impulse caused her flight arms to stall and she frantically went into a somewhat awkward descent. Her eyes darted back and forth, but quickly calmed down when she felt Aztrora's hands on her flanks. The gryphon flew close above her and held her. Relieved she listened to his cooing and enjoyed the gentle warmth of his touch. “You don't have to prove anything to anyone” she heard his words. “Let's take a rest down there for a while” he suggested, aiming for an open area in the rock formation of the mountains in front of them.
In the supported gliding flight, both started safely for landing. Exhausted and relieved, Tylon let her wings spread to the ground as she lay on her stomach and breathed in long strokes. Aztroras sat next to her and carefully stroked her back with one hand. He felt the throb of her muscles, which twitched slightly under the skin. He rubbed the area with slight pressure and tried to loosen the tension. Tylon closed her eyes briefly, but let the tension escape shortly afterwards with a relieved snort, as she felt the soft humming of his claw hands on her back.
Aztroras put his ears back briefly when his comb rose slightly. He moved closer to Tylon and placed both hands on the cramping muscles on her back. With his cooing, an azure shimmer awoke in his eyes and his clawed hands began to send out weak lightning impulses. With light pressure, he massaged over the hardened areas and slowly released the cramp. Tylon enjoyed the relaxing effect and felt the pleasant warmth that his movements produced. There was a soft purring from the dragoness as the gryphon gently massaged her back.
“I thought, we had agreed that you wouldn't exert yourself, until your injury healed” came his words. The dragoness did not respond to the words and kept her eyes closed with relish while her soft purr sounded. The gryphon gave her a quick look. “Do you really want to go to the guild as soon as possible, or do you just enjoy being petted by me like this?” he asked with a low coo. Tylon pulled her wings to her body and started to straighten up. Aztroras raised his hands and looked at the dragoness in surprise. She sat next to him and looked at him with half-closed eyes. There was a bright sparkle in her deep gaze and shortly afterwards she pushed him quickly backwards. He was now lying on his back with her on his chest and looked at her with a surprised coo. Tylon sniffed his face gently before quickly stroking his beak and pressing her face close to his.
Aztroras closed his eyes and took a wing around her as she snuggled closer to him. Both put their foreheads together and listened to each other's gentle breathing. “Maybe something of both, I think.”
They lay there in a hug for a long moment before Tylon's ears stood up in surprise. A quick breeze blew up the rock walls and rustled over their heads. The dragoness got up in amazement and listened attentively into the air. She felt a dark and strange aura that slid over her body like a strong gust of cold wind.
Aztroras looked at her intently. “So you can feel it too” he said, standing on the edge of the ledge. Tylon looked at him in amazement and followed shortly after. With a serious look, the gryphon stared down into the water. “I was told, that a curse would spread down there that would haunt the nearby villages, drive the creatures insane, and poison the water. I came here a few days ago to investigate this rumor, but instead of a curse, I found something else.”
Tylon and Aztroras stood at the edge of the mountain and looked down on a long stretch of coastline in the Blue Bay. Not far from the shore, in shallow water, a huge, dead creature protruded from the surface. It was a giant dragon turtle. Her rotten head was lying sideways with her mouth open in the musty bank. Her thick back plates were pierced by an elongated black crystal. The otherwise blue color of the water gave way to a dark red in the immediate vicinity of the carcass. Countless dead fish had been washed up on the coast and many Sahuagins were also lifeless between them. A dark, barely visible glow was seen in the crystal. “This crystal is pounding with a magic that is completely foreign to me and seems to kill everything it touches. I therefore asked Sorathis for advice. I was only attacked on the way to the Golden Castle.”
The gryphon watched the coast attentively. “But it seems that this rumor reached the guardiandragoness without my intervention” he remarked, pointing to the numerous people near the coast. A golden aura shimmered conspicuously out of the many onlookers.
Humans, elves, dwarfs, dragons and griffins stood armed and visibly exhausted near the coast. Between them and the blood-red water lay numerous Sahuagin corpses. In a closed formation, five Sorati-warriors marched through the ranks of the militia and made some space on the coast. Ten priests and a Daughter of Sorathis followed closely behind them, and five other warriors brought up the rear. The warriors formed a semicircle around the priests and the daughter and cast their eyes suspiciously on the crowd. Their armor shone impressively and they had their serrated double blades ready to fight. The priests stood on the bank and silently looked at the large crystal which protruded from the carcass of the dragon turtle.
Sorathis' daughter also stood silently on the coast and cast the shimmering look of her violet eyes at this strange object. Two long narrow horns crowned her head and a long golden mane of hair hung down over her neck, into which artfully silver jewelry was woven. Her wings lay on her back like a golden cloak. She wore silver ripening on her front and rear legs and around her neck was a silver collar decorated with amethysts, into which the symbol had been incorporated, that looked like a sun with four wings.
“It's going to be damned time, Sha'ihra!” A man said in frustration and took an energetic step towards the golden dragoness. In a flash, the warriors turned to the human and skillfully turned their weapons into a fighting stance. But a paw surprisingly held the man back and the owner of it gave the human a worried look. Four black horns adorned his head and thick, brown-gray scaly plates appeared on his forehead and over the neck. The man angrily pushed the dark claws of the dragon out of his sight. “Shut up, Arron!” He continued to scold and held out an outstretched finger to the soft shimmer of his green-yellow eyes. “You know it as well as I and the others here! They should have been here days ago!” He shouted further at the Sorati. “Before these miscarriages fell over all of us!” He continued cursing and kicked hard against a slashed Sahuagin head. There was a restless murmur through the exhausted and tense mood of the onlookers.
The golden dragoness raised her eyes and turned to the man. “My wife and sons would still be alive if you just...” His angry words stopped, when Sha'ihra's shimmering gaze hit him. Finally, with watery eyes, he sank to his knees and put his hands in front of his face. Arron sat down next to him and comfortably closed one of his wings around him. His eyes flew over the spoiled stretch of the coast with a sad look. Many have already been killed by the effects of this crystal.
Sha’ihra raised her head and looked calmly into the crowd. “I know that this event has brought great losses to you and I hope you all can forgive me for my delayed appearance.” The dragoness saw the sadness and pain in the many faces. Not even her aura could ease it. Shortly thereafter, she turned her attention back to the crystal.
She felt the dark throb that came from it and took a deep breath. The golden aura of her appearance shimmered more strongly. There was a dull rumble from the object as if it were taking a deep breath. The dragoness looked closely at the shadow in the crystal and saw frantic movements in it. A faint breath of wind flew towards her, carrying a distorted, whispering echo.
“MEREKT TAR SCHUUL, VAT ARN MAR TARUS...”
With an angry grimace, Sha’ihra heard these somber words and snorted in annoyance. “I'm going to send you back to where you came from” she said firmly to herself. She put her legs in the soft ground and opened her wings. With slow steps she walked gracefully into the shallow water towards the carcass. Immediately around her, her aura replaced the blood-red color of the contaminated water.
The priests lined up behind her in a row of two, holding their hands in front of their faces. The warriors stood on the coast and formed a closed border.
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRPc2041Sc )
(0:00) One of the warriors pulled out a horn and sounded it. Sha’ihra closed her eyes and her aura began to flicker with a melodic sound.
(0:13) The priests uttered their words simultaneously and their voices echoed through the air. They repeated the strong words like a mantra and started walking past Sha’ihra towards the crystal. Their hands began to glow in a faint, golden glow.
(0:37) The priests moved away from each other and stood in a large circle around the crystal, always repeating their mantra. The spoiled color of the water was displaced around their feet and a bright sheen shimmered out. Dense cloud fields formed above the crystal, which gradually replaced the sunlight. Only the golden shine of Sha’ihra shimmered in the shadow.
(1:00) They held their arms apart, one each toward their left and right comrades, and a golden ring of flame formed around the crystal in front of them. Sha’ihra stood inside the ring and kept her eyes closed while holding her wings slightly down. Her aura pulsed stronger and these waves also reached the crystal. A dark glow awoke in the crystal and weak tremors then moved through the ground. Many of the Sahuagin corpses growled and moved toward the priests, but they were immediately struck down by the Sorati-warriors before they could even take a step. The jagged blades of their weapons glowed faintly with each stroke and followed an entertaining flicker in their swing.
(1:26) Sha’ihra opened her eyes and let out her breathtaking voice. The bright colors of a rainbow shimmered in the purple splendor of her eyes as she continued to focus her energy. Her aura shone brightly and everyone present could feel this strengthening effect.
(1:52) The dragoness raised her head and held her wings to the side down. A fireball of golden light awoke above her forehead and her eyes glowed in the splendid colors of a rainbow. Above her wings two golden flickering flames appeared, which developed into large further flaming wings. Like a shimmering crown, golden burning horns now showed on her head. The Guardian's aura shone in her and Sha’ihra's image now showed great resemblance to Sorathis herself.
(2:10) Sha’ihra lifted her head as the sound of her voice echoed through the air, keeping her four wings apart. The ring of flames flared up and grew larger. Thick clouds piled up above the crystal in the sky.
(2:16) A golden lightning bolt crackled in the crystal and a powerful shock wave swept apart. The blast struck the ring of flames while the priests leaned against the ring. The ring sent an impulse up and prevented the shock wave from escaping. Countless golden spark horns streaked across the crystal and the carcass in which it was stuck.
(2:20) A second lightning struck.
(2:28) Another golden lightning crackled in the dark object and again the shock wave was stopped by the ring. The flickering of the spark horns became much stronger and the crystal, as well as the body of the dragon turtle, began to tremble violently.
(2:40) There was now one impact after the other and the flame ring rose to a golden opaque wall of fire to withstand the reverberating pressure waves.
(2:47) A last blast of lightning shot out of the sky and a dull bang echoed through the air, followed by a massive water fountain that blew apart with a dome-like effect. The ring of flame fizzled out in the falling water and Sha’ihra's aura faded away with her voice. The flaming wings and horns also disappeared. Soft waves of clean water sloshed against the shore and she proudly looked into the distance with her purple eyes as the sun's rays broke through the cloud cover again.
In many faces of the onlookers, there was an amused mood when the cursed crystal and also the big carcass had finally disappeared and no longer poisoned the surroundings, but the veil of their loss still lay over them.
A bright shimmer sparkled in her amber eyes, as Tylon continued to watch with Aztroras, what was happening on the coast. Even up here they could hear Sha’ihra's voice and the echo still flowed through her mind. The gryphon put a wing over the dragoness and snuggled closer to her warm flank. “The magic of Sorathis and her daughters is very special and always beautiful to watch” he said, looking at the dragoness at his side.
Aztroras cooed his gaze over her appearance. From the tip of the nose to the white hair that fell teasingly over one half of her face. Tylon noticed his look and returned it with a bright sparkle in her eyes. A soft purr escaped her body before leaning more against him. “Just beautiful.”
Story, world and characters are mine
Tylon is
Tylon This is my first time for me, that I am using music for active storytelling. The link to the track is inserted at the relevant point and the timestamps in front of the paragraphs should contribute to the music for a better interaction. I hope I can give you the same picture that I have in mind.
Title of the song is Ocean Princess from Thomas Bergersen.
Sha’ihra's voice His eyes proudly looked ahead over the coast of the Blue Bay of the Realm Thal. The green color of the iris was streaked with azure patterns and shimmered slightly in the incoming sunlight. A dull shine lay on the yellow-black beak of his face and on his head was a narrow feather crest that reached down to the back of his neck. The gryphon flew through the air with strong wing beats. Black fur covered his body. The head, chest and abdomen were silver-white. The long feathers of his wings showed black roots and after the first third changed fluently to a silvery white. The white color was also provided with azure flash patterns. A short tail appeared between his long tail feathers, which looked similar to those of the wings. At the tip of the tail was a silver-white fur tassel. He held the yellow claw hands close to his body, as well as the strong hind legs. He wore an azure cloth around his neck. An imposing family crest was also depicted on the fabric. Jagged flash patterns framed the portrait of three towers and a name was embroidered next to it.
Aztroras
His proud look quickly gave way to a concerned expression, as he watched the creature in front of him, as its wing flaps began to cramp slightly. A female dragon flew in front of him. Blue fur adorned her elegant body. White stripes appeared on it and her chest, as well as the abdomen, were completely white. Her long tail ended in a fluffy white fur tassel. The fur on her chest was thicker. A white mane of hair was pulled over her head, neck and back. It teasingly fell over one half of her graceful face. Amber eyes shimmered in the light of the sun, and there were three spines on each side of her cheek. She had no horns, but two long ears that hung down exhausted at the moment. She wore a cloth around her neck, but this no longer showed a family crest, since it had been unsightly torn off. All that was left was the embroidered name.
Tylon
She breathed heavily irregularly and felt an increasing pull in her back. Her wing flaps started to cramp slightly, but she was still able to hold the altitude. Aztroras noticed this, however, and flew closer to her side. There was a bright sparkle in her eyes when she noticed the gryphon in her field of view. “You need a break” she heard his worried voice. “I don’t want you falling out of the sky.” Tylon closed her eyes briefly and gritted her teeth. She snorted decisively and tried to speed up. She was not yet at the end of her strength.
Only her body seemed to have disagreed. A painful impulse caused her flight arms to stall and she frantically went into a somewhat awkward descent. Her eyes darted back and forth, but quickly calmed down when she felt Aztrora's hands on her flanks. The gryphon flew close above her and held her. Relieved she listened to his cooing and enjoyed the gentle warmth of his touch. “You don't have to prove anything to anyone” she heard his words. “Let's take a rest down there for a while” he suggested, aiming for an open area in the rock formation of the mountains in front of them.
In the supported gliding flight, both started safely for landing. Exhausted and relieved, Tylon let her wings spread to the ground as she lay on her stomach and breathed in long strokes. Aztroras sat next to her and carefully stroked her back with one hand. He felt the throb of her muscles, which twitched slightly under the skin. He rubbed the area with slight pressure and tried to loosen the tension. Tylon closed her eyes briefly, but let the tension escape shortly afterwards with a relieved snort, as she felt the soft humming of his claw hands on her back.
Aztroras put his ears back briefly when his comb rose slightly. He moved closer to Tylon and placed both hands on the cramping muscles on her back. With his cooing, an azure shimmer awoke in his eyes and his clawed hands began to send out weak lightning impulses. With light pressure, he massaged over the hardened areas and slowly released the cramp. Tylon enjoyed the relaxing effect and felt the pleasant warmth that his movements produced. There was a soft purring from the dragoness as the gryphon gently massaged her back.
“I thought, we had agreed that you wouldn't exert yourself, until your injury healed” came his words. The dragoness did not respond to the words and kept her eyes closed with relish while her soft purr sounded. The gryphon gave her a quick look. “Do you really want to go to the guild as soon as possible, or do you just enjoy being petted by me like this?” he asked with a low coo. Tylon pulled her wings to her body and started to straighten up. Aztroras raised his hands and looked at the dragoness in surprise. She sat next to him and looked at him with half-closed eyes. There was a bright sparkle in her deep gaze and shortly afterwards she pushed him quickly backwards. He was now lying on his back with her on his chest and looked at her with a surprised coo. Tylon sniffed his face gently before quickly stroking his beak and pressing her face close to his.
Aztroras closed his eyes and took a wing around her as she snuggled closer to him. Both put their foreheads together and listened to each other's gentle breathing. “Maybe something of both, I think.”
They lay there in a hug for a long moment before Tylon's ears stood up in surprise. A quick breeze blew up the rock walls and rustled over their heads. The dragoness got up in amazement and listened attentively into the air. She felt a dark and strange aura that slid over her body like a strong gust of cold wind.
Aztroras looked at her intently. “So you can feel it too” he said, standing on the edge of the ledge. Tylon looked at him in amazement and followed shortly after. With a serious look, the gryphon stared down into the water. “I was told, that a curse would spread down there that would haunt the nearby villages, drive the creatures insane, and poison the water. I came here a few days ago to investigate this rumor, but instead of a curse, I found something else.”
Tylon and Aztroras stood at the edge of the mountain and looked down on a long stretch of coastline in the Blue Bay. Not far from the shore, in shallow water, a huge, dead creature protruded from the surface. It was a giant dragon turtle. Her rotten head was lying sideways with her mouth open in the musty bank. Her thick back plates were pierced by an elongated black crystal. The otherwise blue color of the water gave way to a dark red in the immediate vicinity of the carcass. Countless dead fish had been washed up on the coast and many Sahuagins were also lifeless between them. A dark, barely visible glow was seen in the crystal. “This crystal is pounding with a magic that is completely foreign to me and seems to kill everything it touches. I therefore asked Sorathis for advice. I was only attacked on the way to the Golden Castle.”
The gryphon watched the coast attentively. “But it seems that this rumor reached the guardiandragoness without my intervention” he remarked, pointing to the numerous people near the coast. A golden aura shimmered conspicuously out of the many onlookers.
Humans, elves, dwarfs, dragons and griffins stood armed and visibly exhausted near the coast. Between them and the blood-red water lay numerous Sahuagin corpses. In a closed formation, five Sorati-warriors marched through the ranks of the militia and made some space on the coast. Ten priests and a Daughter of Sorathis followed closely behind them, and five other warriors brought up the rear. The warriors formed a semicircle around the priests and the daughter and cast their eyes suspiciously on the crowd. Their armor shone impressively and they had their serrated double blades ready to fight. The priests stood on the bank and silently looked at the large crystal which protruded from the carcass of the dragon turtle.
Sorathis' daughter also stood silently on the coast and cast the shimmering look of her violet eyes at this strange object. Two long narrow horns crowned her head and a long golden mane of hair hung down over her neck, into which artfully silver jewelry was woven. Her wings lay on her back like a golden cloak. She wore silver ripening on her front and rear legs and around her neck was a silver collar decorated with amethysts, into which the symbol had been incorporated, that looked like a sun with four wings.
“It's going to be damned time, Sha'ihra!” A man said in frustration and took an energetic step towards the golden dragoness. In a flash, the warriors turned to the human and skillfully turned their weapons into a fighting stance. But a paw surprisingly held the man back and the owner of it gave the human a worried look. Four black horns adorned his head and thick, brown-gray scaly plates appeared on his forehead and over the neck. The man angrily pushed the dark claws of the dragon out of his sight. “Shut up, Arron!” He continued to scold and held out an outstretched finger to the soft shimmer of his green-yellow eyes. “You know it as well as I and the others here! They should have been here days ago!” He shouted further at the Sorati. “Before these miscarriages fell over all of us!” He continued cursing and kicked hard against a slashed Sahuagin head. There was a restless murmur through the exhausted and tense mood of the onlookers.
The golden dragoness raised her eyes and turned to the man. “My wife and sons would still be alive if you just...” His angry words stopped, when Sha'ihra's shimmering gaze hit him. Finally, with watery eyes, he sank to his knees and put his hands in front of his face. Arron sat down next to him and comfortably closed one of his wings around him. His eyes flew over the spoiled stretch of the coast with a sad look. Many have already been killed by the effects of this crystal.
Sha’ihra raised her head and looked calmly into the crowd. “I know that this event has brought great losses to you and I hope you all can forgive me for my delayed appearance.” The dragoness saw the sadness and pain in the many faces. Not even her aura could ease it. Shortly thereafter, she turned her attention back to the crystal.
She felt the dark throb that came from it and took a deep breath. The golden aura of her appearance shimmered more strongly. There was a dull rumble from the object as if it were taking a deep breath. The dragoness looked closely at the shadow in the crystal and saw frantic movements in it. A faint breath of wind flew towards her, carrying a distorted, whispering echo.
“MEREKT TAR SCHUUL, VAT ARN MAR TARUS...”
With an angry grimace, Sha’ihra heard these somber words and snorted in annoyance. “I'm going to send you back to where you came from” she said firmly to herself. She put her legs in the soft ground and opened her wings. With slow steps she walked gracefully into the shallow water towards the carcass. Immediately around her, her aura replaced the blood-red color of the contaminated water.
The priests lined up behind her in a row of two, holding their hands in front of their faces. The warriors stood on the coast and formed a closed border.
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRPc2041Sc )
(0:00) One of the warriors pulled out a horn and sounded it. Sha’ihra closed her eyes and her aura began to flicker with a melodic sound.
(0:13) The priests uttered their words simultaneously and their voices echoed through the air. They repeated the strong words like a mantra and started walking past Sha’ihra towards the crystal. Their hands began to glow in a faint, golden glow.
(0:37) The priests moved away from each other and stood in a large circle around the crystal, always repeating their mantra. The spoiled color of the water was displaced around their feet and a bright sheen shimmered out. Dense cloud fields formed above the crystal, which gradually replaced the sunlight. Only the golden shine of Sha’ihra shimmered in the shadow.
(1:00) They held their arms apart, one each toward their left and right comrades, and a golden ring of flame formed around the crystal in front of them. Sha’ihra stood inside the ring and kept her eyes closed while holding her wings slightly down. Her aura pulsed stronger and these waves also reached the crystal. A dark glow awoke in the crystal and weak tremors then moved through the ground. Many of the Sahuagin corpses growled and moved toward the priests, but they were immediately struck down by the Sorati-warriors before they could even take a step. The jagged blades of their weapons glowed faintly with each stroke and followed an entertaining flicker in their swing.
(1:26) Sha’ihra opened her eyes and let out her breathtaking voice. The bright colors of a rainbow shimmered in the purple splendor of her eyes as she continued to focus her energy. Her aura shone brightly and everyone present could feel this strengthening effect.
(1:52) The dragoness raised her head and held her wings to the side down. A fireball of golden light awoke above her forehead and her eyes glowed in the splendid colors of a rainbow. Above her wings two golden flickering flames appeared, which developed into large further flaming wings. Like a shimmering crown, golden burning horns now showed on her head. The Guardian's aura shone in her and Sha’ihra's image now showed great resemblance to Sorathis herself.
(2:10) Sha’ihra lifted her head as the sound of her voice echoed through the air, keeping her four wings apart. The ring of flames flared up and grew larger. Thick clouds piled up above the crystal in the sky.
(2:16) A golden lightning bolt crackled in the crystal and a powerful shock wave swept apart. The blast struck the ring of flames while the priests leaned against the ring. The ring sent an impulse up and prevented the shock wave from escaping. Countless golden spark horns streaked across the crystal and the carcass in which it was stuck.
(2:20) A second lightning struck.
(2:28) Another golden lightning crackled in the dark object and again the shock wave was stopped by the ring. The flickering of the spark horns became much stronger and the crystal, as well as the body of the dragon turtle, began to tremble violently.
(2:40) There was now one impact after the other and the flame ring rose to a golden opaque wall of fire to withstand the reverberating pressure waves.
(2:47) A last blast of lightning shot out of the sky and a dull bang echoed through the air, followed by a massive water fountain that blew apart with a dome-like effect. The ring of flame fizzled out in the falling water and Sha’ihra's aura faded away with her voice. The flaming wings and horns also disappeared. Soft waves of clean water sloshed against the shore and she proudly looked into the distance with her purple eyes as the sun's rays broke through the cloud cover again.
In many faces of the onlookers, there was an amused mood when the cursed crystal and also the big carcass had finally disappeared and no longer poisoned the surroundings, but the veil of their loss still lay over them.
A bright shimmer sparkled in her amber eyes, as Tylon continued to watch with Aztroras, what was happening on the coast. Even up here they could hear Sha’ihra's voice and the echo still flowed through her mind. The gryphon put a wing over the dragoness and snuggled closer to her warm flank. “The magic of Sorathis and her daughters is very special and always beautiful to watch” he said, looking at the dragoness at his side.
Aztroras cooed his gaze over her appearance. From the tip of the nose to the white hair that fell teasingly over one half of her face. Tylon noticed his look and returned it with a bright sparkle in her eyes. A soft purr escaped her body before leaning more against him. “Just beautiful.”
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