Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-32337650-20181018232807/@comment-32337650-20181031071836

I serious doubt anyone else wants to join, it's been over a week now. I guess I'll begin?

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As the grey sky rumbled with the prospect of oncoming rain, a cool breeze swept across the forest, leaves scattering as it passed. Squirrels flitted about, engrossed in their quest for nuts. A dryad sits on the branch of a sycamore tree, giggling as she messes up the feathers of an annoyed looking jay. Meanwhile, a tawny owl nestled itself slightly deeper into its hollow.

The figure in black watched them all.

She stood on the peak of a rocky outcrop, unnoticed by the denizens of the forest. Her silver hair barely reached her shoulders, unlike those of other elves.

Make no mistake. She is no human. She is no elf.

She is no mortal.

The black figure looked away after a period of time, and leaped. Arms became wings, feet became talons, hair became horns. The figure transformed, and a dragon took to the skies. Now it is the forest that watched her, it's denizens holding their breath in awe at the pure majesty of her.

This is Azura, the being this realm knows as "The Sage of Dusk".