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This dragon has buried itself underneath the surface, but not too much as to disable themselves from breathing; the hibernation had kept them company ever since a few days ago, and they needed enough reserved energy for today. Although they were unseen to the naked eye, it was inevitable that North Woodsea would feel the magical energy of Bhrang the Fire Dragon, and that surely was enough to drive wild animals and the rumored magical beasts away from this dragon's current location. He rose under the daylight and caused the surrounding earths to grumble in his presence, then his eyes opened as well as to release a mighty roar. Bhrang was awake now, and they were ready for battle. They may not know the exact reason of their deliverance—however despite being a dragon, they knew how excited they were to release all that reserved energy for destruction. The wind blew cold air and Bhrang wanted the whole North Woodsea to feel slightly more warm; the dragon was surrounded by trees and measly enough with the remaining space they had at the moment, they stretched their wings out for flight. There, the dragon would realize how colder it was up here in the sky; the Treehouse Shops' height caught the dragon's attention but what interested them the most was the Orias Village below. It was because the creatures—the humans—whom have witnessed the existence of Bhrang the Fire Dragon, had started to panic in their own pace: this had caught the dragon's interest and attention. Thus, slamming himself right in the middle of the village regardless the obstacles, a burst of flames escaped the dragon's breath to greet the sky. "Alright! Let's get cookin'!" Bhrang's telepathic voice was similar to a young boy, which then started to match their personality itself; they were also plain and simple: Bhrang didn't like the cold so they decided to make things warmer not only for the dragon itself, but for the others too. The humans in the village had started to run away; mothers carried their children and although the elders made their attempts in sealing the dragon back to where it belonged, they did not have enough time to prepare themselves for the occasion—struck by fear and were too far away as of the moment. Like all the other humans, the villagers thought of evacuating to a safer place first, then warning the surrounding lands. This sort of process was not familiar to Bhrang; the dragon watched as the humans ran away from him with odd expressions on their faces, "Hey! Where's everyone goin'?" Bhrang certainly was honest enough to know what was happening, but it was assured that non-humans will make things more complicated by misunderstanding. So, the dragon ran for a chase, using their wings to lift themselves a little high up so that they may see what was above the trees. "Okay! Let's start counting the players! One, two, three...!" As fire lashed from the dragon's tongue and sounds of explosions could be heard from the village, the loud telepathic voice of the child was enough to tell the surrounding locations of the dragon's presence. |