Sleeping Dragon Beetlebum

Ah. Tired but summer. The Family was close, he could feel them close.
Their blood had spilled on the lands here. Well, not here specifically. Close enough, though.
He stood atop the resting beast, the wind brushing his face. Looking across the wide land. In the distance, mountains. More beyond too. Deep valleys and rises.

Yes.
This would do.
To fix his Family, to rise again. With the Chosen one and all in tow.
The raven had landed here. And the murder would congregate in the Sahira name.
He howled, loud and clear to prove his presence, to call Preist to him and tell the rest that this land would soon be controlled. This would be their start, this would be where they rise -- maybe not where they end. But looking out across the land, the bland male smiled and waited.

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@Krynn sorry trash post