Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Dras-Leona

Never before had Draco thought he would feel repulsed at the sight of a city on the Surface, regardless of what universe it may be. Yet here he was, grimacing at the sight of the ugly yellow wall of dried mud ringing the center of a haphazard mess of disgusting mismatched buildings. If structures could cower beneath the sun, that was what they were doing now.

It all paled in comparison to the great, black cathedral looming over the pathetic mess, spires clawing at the air. It reminded him of the sheer black cliffs of the mountain they had passed earlier, and he would have admired both if they didn't reek of rot and fill him with dread when he flew too close.

Helgrind truly felt like a polar opposite to Ebott, with it's high, jagged and lifeless cliffs instead of the gently sloping green shoulders of the mountain he remembered in his Soul. He felt something akin to relief when GB and Bird agreed with him, weirded out by the dark aura that seemed to surround it.

He glanced downward at the Varden busy at work flattening the fields of wheat they had chosen to camp on, monsters of course speeding the process along enough that it was already halfway done. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the division of power between monsters and these other races of Alagaësia. It almost seemed.. unfair.
Is this what our humans experienced alongside us? He pondered.

Draco then shook his skull, banking to the right. He was forgetting the history of his own universe in favor of remembering how it went in so many others.
…We were caged for pretty much the same reasons. He thought.
Fear. It was always fear with humankind.

He eventually turned his gaze to the trees Saphira was busy tearing apart, leaves and branches flying everywhere as she ripped through them. Draco studied her for a minute, changing positions and angling himself until he was flying parallel to the wall of forest.

He opened his maw and bright light swelled up, then a beam of pure energy blasted down and decimated a swathe of trees a dozen feet to her side, continuing up until he snapped his jaws shut and surveyed the damage.

Saphira gazed upward, roaring. He bellowed in return, decently pleased with the 200 yards long sizzling scorch upon the earth. GB then swooped down and mirrored his maneuver, eliminating more of the work for the dragon.

Neither had to hear her to feel her irritation at being bested, and she tore into the remaining trees with renewed vigor.
They couldn't help it, they all noticed how she had been getting heavier lately.
It was inexplicable how despite her constant exercise, she grew. Perhaps they were being silly and she was simply a young adult. They weren't familiar with her race, and Glaedr was still in Blue's care. There was never a right time to ask the gold dragon who had been reduced from his former glory. Both he and Oromis were still adjusting to the new lifestyle.

The faint dread that had been prickling at him grew.
Something bad was coming. He worried that it was something in the city.

. • ° ° • .

The last rays of light from the sun were fading over the horizon when the defenses were fully set up. Alter felt proud of himself and his kin for many of the pale walls surrounding the perimeter just behind the trenches and rows of stakes and sharpened attacks, a good number of which were lethally red. No enemies would be getting past those without having to fly.

He was especially proud of the reserved but eager Muffet that had taken initiative and woven a multitude of threads between the many wooden stakes and bone attacks, as a way to detect any who tried to sneak in and maybe even capture them. No one held much hope to the idea of it getting someone caught, though. The thought still counted.

He gently tugged out the mattress from his inventory and arranged it in the corner of his tent, wiping down the simple covers as he sighed.
At this point, anyone who was a monster could sense it; something bad was coming, and it could no longer be ignored.