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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
Jul 27 2019, 01:59 AM (This post was last modified: Jul 27 2019, 02:01 AM by Alastor.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 100% RESTORED TO 100%
Alastorm.. I like that!
He whinnied his approval at the dragon. "Hey, you're quite good at these names! Alastor took off towards a pointy high rock, and over hang, looming above them and trotted up to its ledge. Like a haughty noble from a balcony, looked down upon as the wind whipped dramatically at his wispy, black mane. Standing there, he was barely taller than Dread's shoulder, but in Alastor's mind, he felt Spires high. He slammed his hoof down. "From here on out, you shall call me.. ALASTORM!" The colt declared, as if it were the new law of the land. "And you are a deer!"
Alastor's eyes glittered with awe at Dread's inferno. He backed away from the ledge, squinting, as the heat felt intense on his body. This time the little foal couldn't help but show his amazement. "Woah.."He breathed, inching back to the edge. "You're a fire-breathing deer!"
He snorted at Dread's statement but relented. "Fine, fine, you're a Dragon." Dread seemed persistent about that fact. But I'll still blow you away! He cocked his head at the winged beast's offer, but his ears pressed forward with interest. Take me he high above to be a storm? Alastor lit up with excitement, although his silver gaze expressed some confusion about the.. terms.
It didn't matter. He was going to be a storm-- an Alastorm!
"Uuh.. THANK YOU!" There, he said the magic words loud and clear! He pawed at the stone eagerly, wondering how the dragon would take him into the air.
The dragon grunted, and abruptly leapt into the air. Great wings spread, pummelling the wind to raise him upward; his bulk, light though it was compared to his breadth, faltered a moment as he struggled to gain altitude. His tail lashed over the rock like a rudder.
The moment he was airborne, he carefully maneuvered himself to Alastor(m)'s ledge.
"GOOD. I am a DRAGON, and THANK YOU is GOOD," he bellowed, and then went on; "I WILL PICK YOU UP! I will not drop you; I never drop deer!" He wasn't suggesting, this time, that Alastor was a deer--but that, rather, at least when he carried deer, he never dropped those.
He lowered his great hind limbs, talons out, attempting to carefully wrap them around the little foal--around his torso, and his chest.
Alastor ducked as the suddenly dragon took to the air, a giant, black mass hovering over the foal's head. He ignored the deep seated instinct to run and stood fast, even as the great wings beat down up him. I am Alastorm and Alastorm fears naught!
"GOOD." He said, holding his head as high as he could. Alastor reveled in the strong winds, even as they threatened to knock him down. He tried to stay balanced still long enough for Dread to figure out how to grab him. "And I am not a deer! I am an Alastorm!" He piped up, though this was more to remind himself than Dread, as being clutched in big talons of a predator hardly felt dignified.
The dragon huffed at Alastor's continued insistence, but said nothing, instead glancing around to plan his flight. He had already decided to take the child quite close to the Twister, though not so much that either of them would be in any danger. So first, he rose: hovering higher, and higher, until the ground beneath them was blurred by dust and distance.
And then, adjusting and testing his grip on Alastor, ensuring the foal was facing forward, Dread swept forward. Massive, leathery wings beat a powerful bass through the air, the tail sweeping to and fro behind him to keep his balance. His wings then spread, catching the warm updrafts, and Dread glided down at an angle toward the Twister.
He carried the foal around the storm, sweeping from high to low in a great circuit around it. He drew close enough that the roar of the winds was loud in his ears, close enough that he could feel the jerk and tug of its currents threatening to pull his wings into its grasp.
"YOU WERE IN THAT?" Dread bellowed over the noise. He then swept lower, and lower, still arcing slowly around, again powerfully beating his wings. He held Alastor down in his hind talons, like prey, but carefully; keeping the foal upright and forward, making sure he had the best view. And when he'd circled the last of the storm, he swept back away from it and hovered, lower and lower, before reaching the ground. Talons opened to gently deposit the foal back down again, but the dragon did not land.
"I WILL GO BACK TO HUNTING, NOW," he declared, smoke briefly rising from his nostrils at the thought of a meal. Hunger still drove him, and he peered down, checking the foal over to ensure that all was well.
Satisfied that all was well, Dread lifted back off again. Heavy wingbeats signalled first his ascent, and then his departure; he'd helped the colt--probably--and now he was hungry.
He quickly forgot Alastorm, and its claims of being the tornado, since in the days to come he frequently saw 1. the storm and 2. no horse. Life would soon--amongst his clusters of treasures, and a fresh kill--be back to normal.
