Darkness fell upon the battleground.
Carpeth stood, looking about the blood bath which strewn upon the once green valley that him and his men had set up camp. Staring out onto the blood strewn casualties amongst the vantage point, Carpeth let out a heavy and defeated sigh. His metal armor clanking, as he knelt to the muddy cliffside he resided on. His heavy sword sticking into the mud as he lowered his head, in uttermost vanquishment.
"I failed you, mother." He murmured under his breath. The only real atonement he could muster. Closing his sky blue eyes that were hidden behind a blood stained tattered helmet. Once adorned in shimmering and polished metal.
As Carpeth arose from his own failures, in the distance, he heard a loud roar. Carpeth's ocean's glimmered, standing more quickly as he watch Malkov fly to the heavens. Carpeth pulled the helmet from his head, his sweat covered face ashened and dirty, brightened as he watched his dragon soar through the sky. Feeling the wind of his wings fan his tanned skin as Malkov moved skyward toward the cliffside close to Carpeth, landing safely down onto all fours of his ebony scaled legs. Folding his wings against his back.
"Sire, did we win?" Malkov asked in a low almost vibrant and hearty tone.
"Nay, my friend. Our battalion fought valiantly, but we lost many and the Taranians retreated when they came across you." Carpeth tried his best to give Malkov a reassuring smile.
As Carpeth spoke, Malkov moved slowly over the edge of the cliff, his dark foreboding eyes glancing over the bodies that strewn the lowlands. Both the Taranian and Kipkas flags flew, but they were worn and tethered. Flapping against the winds thatcame along with the dark clouds.
Malkov lowered his head, letting out a small growl as Carpeth moved closer to his dragon.
"Shush now, my dragon. This is only the beginning." He pet the scaley muzzle of the dragon before looking over his shoulder, "We will have our time. We will have a new army." As Carpeth continued to speak, he turned back toward his sword that was still embedded into the muddy land, grabbing his helmet as well before walking passed the dragon, "We will have our revenge."
Malkov let out a reassuring low growl, turning to follow the lead of Carpeth.
Carpeth stood, looking about the blood bath which strewn upon the once green valley that him and his men had set up camp. Staring out onto the blood strewn casualties amongst the vantage point, Carpeth let out a heavy and defeated sigh. His metal armor clanking, as he knelt to the muddy cliffside he resided on. His heavy sword sticking into the mud as he lowered his head, in uttermost vanquishment.
"I failed you, mother." He murmured under his breath. The only real atonement he could muster. Closing his sky blue eyes that were hidden behind a blood stained tattered helmet. Once adorned in shimmering and polished metal.
As Carpeth arose from his own failures, in the distance, he heard a loud roar. Carpeth's ocean's glimmered, standing more quickly as he watch Malkov fly to the heavens. Carpeth pulled the helmet from his head, his sweat covered face ashened and dirty, brightened as he watched his dragon soar through the sky. Feeling the wind of his wings fan his tanned skin as Malkov moved skyward toward the cliffside close to Carpeth, landing safely down onto all fours of his ebony scaled legs. Folding his wings against his back.
"Sire, did we win?" Malkov asked in a low almost vibrant and hearty tone.
"Nay, my friend. Our battalion fought valiantly, but we lost many and the Taranians retreated when they came across you." Carpeth tried his best to give Malkov a reassuring smile.
As Carpeth spoke, Malkov moved slowly over the edge of the cliff, his dark foreboding eyes glancing over the bodies that strewn the lowlands. Both the Taranian and Kipkas flags flew, but they were worn and tethered. Flapping against the winds thatcame along with the dark clouds.
Malkov lowered his head, letting out a small growl as Carpeth moved closer to his dragon.
"Shush now, my dragon. This is only the beginning." He pet the scaley muzzle of the dragon before looking over his shoulder, "We will have our time. We will have a new army." As Carpeth continued to speak, he turned back toward his sword that was still embedded into the muddy land, grabbing his helmet as well before walking passed the dragon, "We will have our revenge."
Malkov let out a reassuring low growl, turning to follow the lead of Carpeth.
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