People stop making second characters. And Karma, I would be happy to. (Please don't curse, or it will get you in trouble again. -Griffinkeeper)
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Azdurag, the mighty Ice Dragon of the North was on the hunt. He yearned to unleash a furious onslaught of magic and ice, and yet, a voice within urged caution. The people were much more active, much more volatile in these warlike times, a rash move before he was in full control of all his faculties could end all his aspirations prematurely.
What he needed to do was make an immediate impact. Something not to spectacular, yet not weak enough to be dismissed entirely.
He was 15,000 feet in the air, casually abserving the world beneath him, when he found a perfect solution. A mage, or something similar, walked below. Alone. Probing its mind delicately, he found that her name was Isaure and that she was quite a factor in this world...or at least she was. He grinned maliciously, which for a dragon is nothing more then than a baring of 8feet tall, razor sharp teeth. Tucking his wings into his sides, he dived.
Below, Isaure walked on oblivious to the monstrosity bearing down on her. Until its shadow blotted out the sunlight that is. Looking up, she had time only to gape in wonder and horror before a blast of freezing, brilliant white fire, froze her mid-step.
He snapped out his wings, beating furiously to keep from hurtling into the ground, and stared at the Ice-girl. Satisfactory, he thought. He knew, however, that mages could be pesky creatures, showing up when they were believed to be dead. Raising a massive leg, he slammed it down, smashing the ice statues into pieces with a tinkling sound, and ending any hopes of Isaure annoying him in the future.
Trumpeting his triumph to the sky, he launched into the sky.
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