Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 14:05:55 GMT
Kharon was quite fond of the Drop, if he could be said to be fond of any part of his element's territory. The sheer cliffs were exhilarating to fly among, the winds blowing off the sea made unpredictable by the stark verticality of the cliff face. Where a larger dragon might fumble and crash against harsh stone, the lithe shadowy grey creature zoomed through the cliffs, threading the area like a string through a needle. And the winds! They gave him such speed. When not going about his duties, he 'played' here, enjoying the heavy winds which gave him buoyancy through the air. And of course there were the caves.
He rarely slept here, caves were not quite his style. He preferred open ledges where the sun could quickly warm his leathery hide. Kharon was also fond of sleeping in trees, if he could find one big enough to support his weight. He found a few in his travels, scattered across the territories, but none were in the Death Lands. Pity. Still the caves had their uses, one or two of them were home to his hoard of coins gathered in the line of duty. Just thinking about the depths of metallic money made Kharon's lips curl into a prosaic smile.
This lovely morning Kharon was standing at the edge of a cliff, his neck and head hanging over the edge, observing the cliffs pound across the rock wall. The water looked quite rough this morning, the whitecaps rolling high and quickly. "Must be a storm", he muttered to himself, looking out across the sea. He hated storms, found it hard to fly in them. The water on his wings weighed him down and the rough winds often tossed him about. He usually had to fly above them, and it was cold in the upper atmosphere, sunny, but bone chillingly cold. He lost his ability for speed then. "Still, the winds now...", he stretched out one wing, testing the sunlight and the current wind speed. He hadn't been summoned for duty today, perhaps he could avoid it altogether.
He rarely slept here, caves were not quite his style. He preferred open ledges where the sun could quickly warm his leathery hide. Kharon was also fond of sleeping in trees, if he could find one big enough to support his weight. He found a few in his travels, scattered across the territories, but none were in the Death Lands. Pity. Still the caves had their uses, one or two of them were home to his hoard of coins gathered in the line of duty. Just thinking about the depths of metallic money made Kharon's lips curl into a prosaic smile.
This lovely morning Kharon was standing at the edge of a cliff, his neck and head hanging over the edge, observing the cliffs pound across the rock wall. The water looked quite rough this morning, the whitecaps rolling high and quickly. "Must be a storm", he muttered to himself, looking out across the sea. He hated storms, found it hard to fly in them. The water on his wings weighed him down and the rough winds often tossed him about. He usually had to fly above them, and it was cold in the upper atmosphere, sunny, but bone chillingly cold. He lost his ability for speed then. "Still, the winds now...", he stretched out one wing, testing the sunlight and the current wind speed. He hadn't been summoned for duty today, perhaps he could avoid it altogether.