Post by Samael Draconlur on Sept 18, 2012 10:09:34 GMT -5
He followed her directions to the letter. As Samael landed, he telekinetically released Mari, so that she would land softly to the ground as well. Shang Dragons. Even now, they were so pacifisctic to let even the unfittest survive in this world. This was a world for only the most powerful and deadly to survive, and no room for weakness. However much Samael despised her disabilities though, she was clever, and that seemed like something highly valued in this world. It was no wonder that Samael's own father had valued the use for Shang Dragons as his advisers when he had ruled. They were peaceful creatures, but their own knowledge of warfare was on par with the Draconlur dragons. They provided strategic battle formations and knew of the weak spots that Samael's own father would never had assumed to have looked for, but after Samael overthrew his father, not even the Shang Dragons were prepared for the unparallelled abilities of Samael's own militaristic mind, and it was this flaw of underestimation, that inevitably consumed them all. As Samael looked upon the disabled Dragon, he pondered if she would easily she would underestimate his own ability to take over this age of Mankind.
“This palace belongs to you?” he asked curiously, as he looked upon it from the front yard, “it will do for now.” He stood behind her and looked into the night skies, and then forward towards the forested areas, where he could hear the different forms of wildlife that existed from within the wilderness. How she managed to submit to such tranquility was beyond him, and it reminded him too much of the landscape that would naturally be the habitat of an Ardhi Dragon. Like the Shang Dragons, they were nature lovers, but their love was also ironically rooted in what the Earth provided for them. Their shiny rocks of diamonds, rubies, and gems beyond all measures of their lust for colors. Samael often scoffed at their amusement over these things, but oddly, the humans shared this love. No doubt, the Ardhi Dragons were probably powerful with greed and money by now.
Samael walked towards one of Mari's limousines , and kicked the side of the door, one good time, accidentally denting it. “What sort of beast is this?” he asked, as he looked at it closely, “It is so easy to dent, is this what they have made of carriages these days? How is a horse to be strapped to this thing?” Samael did not like it. It looked ridiculous, and reminded him of something that a Forger once made in one of the many caves that blacksmiths of Samael's time lived in. Often, these caves were inside volcanoes, and Forgers had a sort of habit of using anything that they could get their claws on to make whatever came to mind. In one instance, Samael visited a Forger to make him a battle ax that could cut through a dozen dragons. Off to the side was a hideous block of metal that had been made out of smaller pieces of scrap metal. When the Emperor asked what the thing was, the Forger shrugged and replied, “Just came to mind, mi Emperor.” Such were some of the Dragons of the Draconlur Empire. But Samael appreciated them just as much.
“This palace belongs to you?” he asked curiously, as he looked upon it from the front yard, “it will do for now.” He stood behind her and looked into the night skies, and then forward towards the forested areas, where he could hear the different forms of wildlife that existed from within the wilderness. How she managed to submit to such tranquility was beyond him, and it reminded him too much of the landscape that would naturally be the habitat of an Ardhi Dragon. Like the Shang Dragons, they were nature lovers, but their love was also ironically rooted in what the Earth provided for them. Their shiny rocks of diamonds, rubies, and gems beyond all measures of their lust for colors. Samael often scoffed at their amusement over these things, but oddly, the humans shared this love. No doubt, the Ardhi Dragons were probably powerful with greed and money by now.
Samael walked towards one of Mari's limousines , and kicked the side of the door, one good time, accidentally denting it. “What sort of beast is this?” he asked, as he looked at it closely, “It is so easy to dent, is this what they have made of carriages these days? How is a horse to be strapped to this thing?” Samael did not like it. It looked ridiculous, and reminded him of something that a Forger once made in one of the many caves that blacksmiths of Samael's time lived in. Often, these caves were inside volcanoes, and Forgers had a sort of habit of using anything that they could get their claws on to make whatever came to mind. In one instance, Samael visited a Forger to make him a battle ax that could cut through a dozen dragons. Off to the side was a hideous block of metal that had been made out of smaller pieces of scrap metal. When the Emperor asked what the thing was, the Forger shrugged and replied, “Just came to mind, mi Emperor.” Such were some of the Dragons of the Draconlur Empire. But Samael appreciated them just as much.