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exsiliumlogs2012-02-13 03:15 pm
noble_sin) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-13 03:15 pm
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Date & Time: Morning, 12 Feb 3312.
Location: Initiative Hold, outside.
Characters: Magr'ateth, open to anybody else.
Summary: Holy shit, a dragon!
Warnings: None, unless small animals getting eaten bothers you too much.
It's not something he should be doing. He knows that—but he does it anyway, because it's too much like a sharp itch at him. The place isn't right. He has to see it—and that means being high up. Higher than the buildings, high enough to get a view of everything all at once.
Which is why there's a shape overhead, as people go about their business... a looming, huge-winged shape, easily some thirty feet across from wingtip to wingtip, reptilian and feline in qualities all at once, and certainly not at all the profile of anyone seen in that transport room. Its body isn't so huge, like the size of a large wolf with a long neck and tail, but the looming wings make it seem much bigger. Now and then it lands deftly on the edge of a building, like some shining gold-hued gargoyle—and at least once it goes into a short dive and simply plucks a frantically-flapping seagull out of the air with its jaws.
Location: Initiative Hold, outside.
Characters: Magr'ateth, open to anybody else.
Summary: Holy shit, a dragon!
Warnings: None, unless small animals getting eaten bothers you too much.
It's not something he should be doing. He knows that—but he does it anyway, because it's too much like a sharp itch at him. The place isn't right. He has to see it—and that means being high up. Higher than the buildings, high enough to get a view of everything all at once.
Which is why there's a shape overhead, as people go about their business... a looming, huge-winged shape, easily some thirty feet across from wingtip to wingtip, reptilian and feline in qualities all at once, and certainly not at all the profile of anyone seen in that transport room. Its body isn't so huge, like the size of a large wolf with a long neck and tail, but the looming wings make it seem much bigger. Now and then it lands deftly on the edge of a building, like some shining gold-hued gargoyle—and at least once it goes into a short dive and simply plucks a frantically-flapping seagull out of the air with its jaws.