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Amethyst Dreamkeeper chapter 1

Amethyst, a fairish sized black dragon, with iridescent scales, and recently procured horns is in a quite repose under the standing timber she customarily inhabits, in a slight slumber, taking a caesura from posting until her news server rights itself. Upon hearing a faint sound she opens one eye, heavy from sleep, lazily, and looks about. Suddenly her sleepiness is lapsed from her consciousness and she jumps up, hitting her head on the tree above her, as she notices the paucity of others around her, and comments, rubbing her head irritatedly, “Where did they all go, there must be some party I wasn’t in-”

 Suddenly she feels peculiar, and is enveloped by a thick swirl of air, and curiouser and curiouser, it doesn’t possess most of the properties of the air she is used too. Her thoughts are halted for a second, and she lands in a large clearing, much like the one she left before, only this place seems less happy, and more dangerous. “-vited too...” Her words met stale air, and she started coughing loudly.

 Regaining her poise, and control of her respiratory system she takes another look around this place she is not used too. The grass is green, but a green of the sort, that it is bordering on brown. The sky is gray, well, to say it was gray would be defining it as a color, everything here seemed to be lacking color, lacking life. But it wasn’t.

 Peering off into the distance she could descry a large castle, its towers lofty, and winding upwards, sharply pointed, as if stabbing into the heart of the sky, draining it of its color. The stones that make up this imposing alcazar   ((OOC: Yes I know this is normally just a castle on the Spanish Moorlands, but it also can be used at an overall term for castle or fortress))   were almost the same washed out gray that the sky was, and the place was surrounded by an ominous, multicolored mist. There was slight movement along the walls, showing that some life was held within the sordid haze.

 Wondering which form would be more appropriately suited for this terrene, she decides upon dragon, yet diminishes her size to that of a faire dragon, as to easily conceal herself if need be. Fluttering along expeditiously she draws near  the castle, and advances through the mists. There was a foreign feeling in her, like the totality of her body was made up of the feeling in your nose right before you sneeze, or the tingle you get in your foot known as “pins and needles”. Then as quickly as it came, it passed. With a snort she turns around and peers curiously through the mists.

 Unexpectedly a stentorian sound approaches, the footsteps are easily discerned by her, them belonging to a large humanoid, heavily armored, and breathing heavily. The armored , man we will call him, was coming straight at her, and suddenly a panic overtook Amethyst’s small body, fear of being seized.

 Suddenly comes the feeling of tumbling through the air, unable to guide her own descent and direction, her delicate alae and physique being churned about in the air currents, as the man’s armored hand brushed her presence out of the way.

 She lets out a small squeal of suprise, and the man stops, peers curiously at her, then his metal fingers close around her small presence, shutting out the air and the light, and pinching her right wing in the process.