Destruction Incarnate

Up town fuck you up I am no Citizen of Altelia City, I promise you that Currency? For??

[xfiersome]

тeмper, тeмper

█  ♛  █  — This was a cursed freedom. A lie. The greatest form of deceit. For if he was truly free, he wouldn’t be walking around on this damned human legs, hell, he wouldn’t be walking around at all. He’d be up in th sky, dominantly flying over the puny, insignificant humans and burn everything in sight. But no, here he was, walking in a city he’s been hating for centuries. So damn noisy, these humans. Even from down below, he could get a sense of their stupid human lifestyle and it made him sick knowing he has to live among them. All because his fate-- his freedom-- lies solely on that bearded man that he oh so badly wants to burn alive.

Someday. For now. He turns his rage to the idiot that bumps into him (like hell he admit it was his fault for not paying attention).

Turning his attention towards the unfortunate victim, golden eyes not at all shy in showing its fury, Fiersome glares and spits out a simple yet spiteful: “What.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Who dares bother him when he was already pissed enough as is just by simply breathing as a disgusting human being.

[xfiersome]

ғreedoм wιтн a prιce

█  ♛  █  — A hazy dream was what it all seemed for the Elder Dragon. He vaguely remembers a human that foolishly found himself in his prison. Then, there was a struggle. An arrangement he doesn’t quite remember. And then, he bursts into flames. The irony it all was for him who  lives for flame and destruction. Fire was never meant to harm him. It was his weapon, his ally. But his vision blurred as the flames engulfed him and he felt himself growing tinier and tinier, as if he was being reduced to nothing.

Freedom. He was promised freedom. But at what cost?

[xfiersome]

voιceѕ ғroм вelow

█  ♛  █  — It was late in the morning now for Atelia City. An ordinary morning that took a drastic turn as the earth once again started to shake far stronger than before, for down below, Fiersome started wrecking havoc once again.

No matter how much he raged and attempted to break free of his magical restraints, the seal of the Earthmates from a thousand years ago still kept him tied down to his underground prison. The Elder Fire Dragon full of rage could only roar in fury, fire thrown at the ceiling of the cave’s wide and empty room. He has been waiting for far too long, and he refuses to wait even more. 

All the pent up anger he’s had over the past thousand years were being released now. Days upon waking, he felt tired and... powerless. But strength was coming back to him now and though he is still sealed, it does not restrain him enough to unleash hell. With all his strength put into it, he stomped on the ground and attacked the walls with his tail. The earth around him shook violently, each stomp creating an even stronger magnitude than the last. He was being kind before when he first started making his presence known but now-- now, oh, no. Fiersome was done being kind and gentle.

FREE ME!

LET ME OUT!

His angered cries echoed in his prison cell, voice so loud that it reached even some levels of the mines and caves of Atelia City. Those who were unfortunate enough to be in Garmon Underground Mine or even Moonlight Cave can vaguely hear the deep, angered voice of a man asking for freedom.

[xfiersome]

leт тнe earтн ѕнaĸe

█  ♛  █  — At first, the ground was gentle, softly rocking to and fro as if the earth was being lulled to sleep by the gentlest of arms. Those busy with their lives will not seem to notice the brief movement as it was subtle and slow. And then, as the rocking reaches a halt, the earth shakes; a sudden jolt, a sudden shake, and suddenly one can’t help but wonder if the hard hit will grow stronger as the seconds pass. It went on for 10 seconds; nothing but pure shaking as if you’re being swept in the tides on a journey in the sea. 

..8...

...9...

...10...

Then, it stops. The earth is still once more.

Right below Altelia City, however, an old dragon buried in the darkness of his sealed territory starts to stir. The invisible chains that tied him down and the power that limited his strength and tremendous power now weakening, now wavering. And as the golden eyes of the Fire Elder Dragon awakens, so does his hatred.