The Gambit of False Pretenses
The stretch of the North Sea was without end as the blue dragon continued her flight toward the Dragon Isles. But it did not appear she was alone in the race to return to a place considered home for all dragon kind. Gold eyes searched the skies until they found other silhouettes of returning dragons. Each was cast with visible distinction to their respective dragonflights. A red. A bronze. A green. Even their ages varied from drakes to dragons.
It didn't seem that any of these returning scaled flyers had a similar destination, however. Kelzygosa's own flight had her banking around the north end of the Dragon Isles in search of the Forbidden Reach.
There was no mistaking the dangers that lie in wait. Storm clouds had already swept across the northern region and laid claim over the site in which the distress call from her former ally originated. Even with her ability to navigate through storms, it seemed she was not without injury. Lightning arched towards her as if she was a grounding source for the inclement weather's wrath. The first strike had caused her wings to snap harshly downward to elevate herself through the clouds of grey. As her body rotated through the dense atmosphere of aggravated clouds, sparks erupted from her emergence and surged through her blue scales.
It was clear the toll to continue was not going to be nearly as costly as the mistake of confronting the source for it all. A huge shadow, nearly equivalent to the size of a younger Galakrond was visible beneath the flash of light under her wings. While little in Azeroth had met her in scale, there was no denying the factor of intimidation as she watched the Storm-Eater pass. Much like the movements of a shark, the other dragon moved without abandon and seized territory without any resistance. And while there was a desire to challenge this incarnation of storms, it was clear how wrong that choice might be despite the instinct and pride in doing so.
Arcane runes glimmered on her scales as a shroud of magic stretched over her body's entirety enabling an invisibility spell to take hold. As she flew past the storm without detection, she dove towards the training grounds that had been entrusted to the Drac'thyr sometime before. The region had looked as if a minor war had been waged there by Razagath and her allies. But it did not escape her eye when she spotted regiments of Drac'thyr warding off proto-drakes with runestones of power. It appeared their facility had been compromised as stated by Lapisagos. But what was with the emergence of the primal dragons? More questions swarmed Kelzygosa's thoughts as she landed on a nearby cliffside by some winged fox creatures. Her invisible landing caused the creatures to abandon their den and for her to claim it as a secret outpost for now.
"This would be a great time for my Dragonsworn to come back..." She commented with an irritable tone and began to establish a means to hide her whereabouts. A single claw began to etch the markings of a rune circle which would be accompanied by draconic characters in short order. Arcane power would quickly illuminate the cave's walls as the entry now was masked with an illusion of capsized rocks. This would do nicely for now...
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