It was a deep, thrumming, and rumbling noise that was both enthralling and terrifying. The thrumming seemed to clear the mind, but at the same time bombard it with an intense desire to find the source of such an enticing noise. And, to anyone who followed the urge, the source was surprisingly easy to find. It came from a small wooded area that stood at the foot of a single, tall mountain that was surrounded by much smaller hills. There the trees stood tall and hung low. Hung low from the weight of vines that had large, raindrop shaped bulbs of light growing off them. They seemed to pulse to an unheard rhythm and even the flora on the forest floor seemed to palpitate a fluorescent color. Fauna was abundant and the sun only penetrated the areas where the pulsing flora and sacks of light were absent.
And in the place where the mountain met the forest's heart, in a cave on an escarpment, came the rumbling sound with a great intensity. The smell of burning sweet wood and honey permeated the air in and around the cave and escarpment; the smell combined with the now intense, yet soft thrumming may be the most enthralling thing a person could witness.
Inside the cave lay an immense reptilian body. It's chest rose up and down deeply, calmly in a deep slumber. A long tail coiled around it like a serpent, and it's barbed tip twitched every so often. The reptile's scales were like opals, shining pinks, greens, and pale blues when the light caressed them, though some shine a pale wheat gold. Two large legs adorned with three- toed feet that had claws like an eagle's talons, rested beneath its abdomen. Large wings sprouted from where it's arms should have been, (which its evidently missing), cocooned it with one beneath and one above it. Though the rest of its body is reptilian, it's head seemed more serpentine, with a slender shape, a forked tongue that flickered out of its massive maw, and twin horns that went back towards its cervical spine, there were a for forks on the body of the horns, but at the end it jutted upwards to make a wicked serrated point.
The wyvern's eyes fluttered open, giving view to a smooth leathery, see through second eyelid that also slid out of the way. Dazzling silvery-grey eyes with slits for pupils stared at the dimming light that the mouth to the cave emitted. It sighed, or as close to a sigh as a wyvern could make. Scales scraped against stone as it unfolded its wings and uncoiled its tail; steady legs heaved its body up. The wyvern now stood on its only pair of legs; it lumbered toward the cave opening.
There it spread its wings to their full span, pale moon light hit its opaline scales giving a magnificent sight, and the light filtered through the leathery, webbing like skin of its wings. It stretched its wings, legs, and tail until the wyvern heard loud pops that could probably be heard for miles. It then twisted its neck and arched its back, again only satisfied when it heard pops. From there it turned its eyes to the slowly rising moon.
"You're up late master, the meeting is about to begin!" A small hummingbird fluttered around the much larger beast's head. Said beast's eyes flitted to the small bird and then back at the moon. It opened its mouth to say something, but a yawn stopped it; its jaw unhinged giving a gruesome showing of its hundred of razor sharp teeth and a disturbing sight viewers, (though the bird seemed unperturbed by it). Finally, it's jaw snapped shut and it began again.
"I could tell by the height of the moon and the smell on the wind, perennial, they are close." Its voice was deep and rumbling, something that could both scare children and put them in a peaceful sleep. Perennial landed on. The wyvern's crown and adjusted her position, before she spoke again.
"A lot has changed since you begun your slumber, the dragoons have been acting up and the lindworms are still restless about what you did," she flapped her small wings and then added in a distasteful voice,"I never really liked them, but this long of a grudge is absurd not to include that it had only been 21 and the 21st had been on accident!" A deep rumbling chuckle , reminiscent of the enthralling noise it made while sleeping, came from the wyvern.
"Yes, yes it was." He claimed mirthfully, still chuckling slightly. But he abruptly stopped and tilted its snout upwards. The beast's nostrils flared, and it flicked its tongue out, which made it narrow its eyes. The wyvern's second eyelid slid out and incased its eyes, and the barb of its tail twitched angrily.
"Master?"
"Master?"
"Master!"
"Master Venin!" Perennial fluttered around angrily in front of the wyvern's face. Venin looked at the small bird in front of him with a hard look on his face; his second eyelids slid back.
"They did not tell me that the meeting would be in my territory!" He growled, smoke starting to curl out of his maw and up into the night sky, like floating dancers. His slit pupils became even thinner and seemed to burn like silver fire, and now his whole tail was lashing about behind him, causing dust to pick up and a terrible scratching noise danced around any listeners ears. Venin stepped closer to the edge of the escarpment, sending small rocks falling down the ledge. Wings unfurled themselves, showing tightening shoulder and back muscles. Lips pulled back into a snarl, Venin stepped back and then he jumped.
He descended quickly, heading towards the tops of faintly glowing trees. Wind roared around the beast's body and cold tendrils lashed at him. The tops of the trees came close to brushing his underbelly; but then, his wings caught wind and he was soaring upwards. Bitter cold wind clawed at his pale scales and his second eyelid closed again to protect the wyvern's eyes. Venin reveled in the feel of air under his wings again and he swooped in great arcs and twirls. His tail sometimes tilted to the side to aid in turning and the wind whistled when he flexed his talons. He was a sleek form in the night sky that looked like a spirit of the moon, as his abdomen reflected the moon's light beautifully. The wyvern flew until he came across a clearing in the woods and caught sight of several more draconic figures. The clearing was a small one, it was in front of a small cave opening and several thickets obscured the surrounding ground view of it. A malicious smile split open the wyvern's maw as he curled both his wings around his immense body and begun his deadly swift descent on the figures.
