Ryia
Junior Member
Incendia showed a slight frown as the noise started growing louder. As time went on, she knew it was moving towards her, and she knew it was big. Bad idea? She slipped a small gemstone out of a pouch hidden under her cloak and quickly went about tying it to her neck, letting the small stone hang loosely just above her breast. She then slipped it into her cloak again, then cast a quick spell to ensure that it was safely set. Her chest beneath the cloak gave off a faint red glow as the magic left her fingers, and she nodded to herself to confirm that it was fine. Just in case.
Suddenly, when it sounded as if the beast was on top of her, a falling tree nearly landed on her. She looked up, seeing the large, black dragon. A wave of fear washed over the mage initially; she was tiny compared to the being in front of her. She quickly expelled those thoughts, though. Fear is a weak emotion. I am not weak. Now, she let a smirk overtake her. The monster was obviously not friendly, and even as she knew she was in for a tough fight, she couldn't help but admire all about her opponent. In truth, it resembled herself. It was dark all around, with hints of reds and oranges, just as her black cloak had red accents. The smoke billowing from its nostrils resembled the strands of smoke and dust still leaving her fingertips, and she was incredibly amused with it all. She waited to see what would happen for just a moment. Perhaps it just looks angrier than it is.
Suddenly, when it sounded as if the beast was on top of her, a falling tree nearly landed on her. She looked up, seeing the large, black dragon. A wave of fear washed over the mage initially; she was tiny compared to the being in front of her. She quickly expelled those thoughts, though. Fear is a weak emotion. I am not weak. Now, she let a smirk overtake her. The monster was obviously not friendly, and even as she knew she was in for a tough fight, she couldn't help but admire all about her opponent. In truth, it resembled herself. It was dark all around, with hints of reds and oranges, just as her black cloak had red accents. The smoke billowing from its nostrils resembled the strands of smoke and dust still leaving her fingertips, and she was incredibly amused with it all. She waited to see what would happen for just a moment. Perhaps it just looks angrier than it is.