Andres Marin
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Just sharing experience's, thoughts and ideas from my adventures.
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A Childs Saviour
A Child’s Savior The night's gush was violent and merciless, greater than it tends to be. A clear night sky with a moon so bright it almost felt like the sun never sat. The mountains roared from the barrage of winds slamming unto them, the pines creaking, almost begging for mercy. Though some might consider twice before embarking quest upon this land, there are great magical creatures that could go toe to toe with the sun and moon. As if it appeared from thin air a silhouette of a winged creature flew across the moon in the sky. Flying through the harsh breeze with ease, it became clearer, adorning a robust body trickled with the marks of age. Nevertheless, it meant nothing to it, its wings as wide as the mountain ranges it flew over, talons sharper than the obsidian these lands birthed, and a breath of blaze that no heat on earth could match. It began descending unto the highest of peaks, careful to position itself as it came to a stall before gripping unto the clearing, snow quaked off the peak dropping unto its back, a white blanket of snow covering its pitch-black scales. Then there the dragon just stared into the night, pondering, and admiring. Elsewhere not so far off, others embarked on a journey, a journey that'll end before it even began.
By Andres Marinabout a year ago in Fiction
A Child's Savior
The night's gush was violent and merciless, greater than it tends to be. A clear night sky with a moon so bright it almost felt like the sun never sat. The mountains roared from the barrage of winds slamming unto them, the pines creaking, almost begging for mercy. Though some might consider twice before embarking quest upon this land, there are great magical creatures that could go toe to toe with the sun and moon. As if it appeared from thin air a silhouette of a winged creature flew across the moon in the sky. Flying through the harsh breeze with ease, it became clearer, adorning a robust body trickled with the marks of age. Nevertheless, it meant nothing to it, its wings as wide as the mountain ranges it flew over, talons sharper than the obsidian these lands birthed, and a breath of blaze that no heat on earth could match. It began descending unto the highest of peaks, careful to position itself as it came to a stall before gripping unto the clearing, snow quaked off the peak dropping unto its back, a white blanket of snow covering its pitch-black scales. Then there the dragon just stared into the night, pondering, and admiring. Elsewhere not so far off, others embarked on a journey, a journey that'll end before it even began.
By Andres Marinabout a year ago in Fiction
A Child's Savior
The night's gush was violent and merciless, greater than it tends to be. A clear night sky with a moon so bright it almost felt like the sun never sat. The mountains roared from the barrage of winds slamming unto them, the pines creaking, almost begging for mercy. Though some might consider twice before embarking quest upon this land, there are great magical creatures that could go toe to toe with the sun and moon. As if it appeared from thin air a silhouette of a winged creature flew across the moon in the sky. Flying through the harsh breeze with ease, it became clearer, adorning a robust body trickled with the marks of age. Nevertheless, it meant nothing to it, its wings as wide as the mountain ranges it flew over, talons sharper than the obsidian these lands birthed, and a breath of blaze that no heat on earth could match. It began descending unto the highest of peaks, careful to position itself as it came to a stall before gripping unto the clearing, snow quaked off the peak dropping unto its back, a white blanket of snow covering its pitch-black scales. Then there the dragon just stared into the night, pondering, and admiring. Elsewhere not so far off, others embarked on a journey, a journey that'll end before it even began.
By Andres Marinabout a year ago in Fiction