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[Nh'bdy]

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[OOC note : pending revision]

Lethargic cloud slipped, unaffected by the more tertiary problems a lone Anarchist pondered on the roof the Conservatory. Hos perch was that he usually took, and as always, it was silent. A soft breeze washed over the city, bathing the Northern portion in the most tender gust, rocking the trees into a gentle lul, the only utterance a slight rush.

Nh'bdy brought himself to his feet, glancing out over the city, something caught his trained hazel eyes. A wicked untamed creature that barreled and folded within itself, thwarting the gentle peace of the clouds.. Smoke.

From below, a wild dance, like that of millions of tiny hands groping to the heavens, the source of the black anamorphic creature above...Fire

Curiously the ever smiling mask tilted, pondering the source, before a cognitive answer could be decided apon, it crested. Like an unholy wave of fury it penetrated the sky, a terrifying cry shattered the stillness of the later afternoon. Something had arrived, and that something was causing abit of a stir.

Nh'bdy's eyes strained at the image. Such defiance for the creature to even exist, it called again to the heavens, forsaking logic and reason, all manner of man and woman scattered. Small engagements had already begun, until they appeared..

Nh'bdy's fist clenched as the arrived, other dragons, less beings who had been taken by man and made into weapons, the knights, mages, the companions of the gargantuan lay dead around him, it was not a call of mourning, or of desperation, no it was a call of frustration. A call of anger, the battle begun, another bellow, this was more guttural, more primal. At the fall of it's comrades, the giant had realized his folly and prepared for death.

At that very moment a large sum of energy collided with the avatar of rage, tendrils of energy crackling over it's skin, not even a show of pain, only a searing rebuttal.

The scene was that of a pure hell, archers amassed in a nearby inn, releasing their held ferocity, the serpentine whip cracked, calling to unseen allies, Nh'bdy thrust a fist into the air as he saw it, a nearby dragon turned back on it's master, the rebellion was short and furious. A turn, a small descent, the crescendo was blocked by a nearby palm, but the tattered mail that hungry from the Wyrm's maul all by spoke for the events.

The battle raged for hours, Nh'bdy watched on, catching eyes for a single moment, hazel eyes stared at ageless wisdom. Black depths of pure passion gazed into mere puddles of frustration. The gaze spoke tomes without the slightest peep, then it died, not the gaze, with a cry of pain and anger it was feln. Called back to the earth from whence it had been born. It died with an abysmal correspondence that was only met with glee, cheering, and applause. Save atop one lonely building, it was met only with grief. The mask had been constructed to conceal emotion, but never had the ideal of tears happened apon it's owner, and so, with the horizon aflame and cheering, the motionless mask wept.
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