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3rd Cataclysm || Deathwing || [in person]
Jul. 9th, 2011 04:23 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com[Anyone who remembered the manor from previous weeks would be hard-pressed not to notice the distinct lack of a rather large apocalyptic angry entity wandering about the manor grounds. Instead the black dragon had taken to his human form, which looked remarkably different from what people had seen previously. He still stood unnaturally tall, but the plates nailed into his flesh were not present. He was clad in intricate robes of the finest quality. His horns remained a prominent feature on his head, it's obvious that he wasn't exactly putting in much of an effort into his human guise. Deathwing had a bit of a slip on the axis of time, rather then falling victim to the madness brought from the whisperings of the Old Gods, the black Dragon Aspect prevailed over them. He never became Deathwing, but remained the peaceful aspect of the black dragonflight- Neltharion the Earthwarder.
He was calmly going about his business around the manor. Not that there was much for him to do. The landscape had already been set, and reforming it would cause more harm then good. However their was one thing that troubled and puzzled the Earthwarder greatly.
The large rather volatile pit of magma where he recalled was the place he usually slept... and he cannot for the life of him figure out how it got there. No matter, it was riddled with corruption and foul energy. As e walked up to the edge of the pit, the lava began to splash and bubble, lapping at his feet. He steps back casting a disgusted glance at the lava, and with a wave of his hand the lava went still. This ground... while he could heal the earth itself, nothing would grow here for many years without aide from the other dragonflights. Well, he would do everything in his power to mend the land... but this was going to take quite a bit of work...]
He was calmly going about his business around the manor. Not that there was much for him to do. The landscape had already been set, and reforming it would cause more harm then good. However their was one thing that troubled and puzzled the Earthwarder greatly.
The large rather volatile pit of magma where he recalled was the place he usually slept... and he cannot for the life of him figure out how it got there. No matter, it was riddled with corruption and foul energy. As e walked up to the edge of the pit, the lava began to splash and bubble, lapping at his feet. He steps back casting a disgusted glance at the lava, and with a wave of his hand the lava went still. This ground... while he could heal the earth itself, nothing would grow here for many years without aide from the other dragonflights. Well, he would do everything in his power to mend the land... but this was going to take quite a bit of work...]
