2There was no escape from the biting cold, the helpless feeling of frozen limbs and a sharp pain as the dragon tumbled down the white slopes. His wings couldn't hold him in the air any more...
While the wind laughed at Stormwyrm the Thunderer, the dragon finally came to a halt on the hard rocks. His copper scales, thick for one of his kin, shielded his body from impact, but his head got the full blow. Struggling to stay focused, the Thunderer tried to get his limbs into obeying him. Although his legs were usually strong, they refused to move and started to go numb.
Swinging his powerful tail around, Stormwyrm cried out in desperation. He couldn't give up, not now! His wings got covered by fresh snow and the loss of sense came although welcoming. The dragon's vision, already impaired by the heavy storm, began to fade and everything turned black.
'No!'
In a poor attempt to speak, Stormwyrm opened his mouth. To shout, to scream, anything! His fangs felt like they were freezing off his beak and the cold was draining his energy. Darkness surrounded him and did another attempt at taking over.
But they...
They would not allow him to rest.
The Thunderer heard them, giggling cruelly at him. 'Where are they?' Shadows moved over the snow-covered rocks, but Stormwyrm couldn't get a clear look at them. Each attempt at opening his eyes further failed, and a silent frustration grew inside of him.
A dark shape stopped in front of him and Stormwyrm tried to growl at it. Taking out the intimidating tone, the storm turned the growl into a pathetic squeal. Laughing at the him, the dark shape poked Stormwyrm's forehead with a long stick from a dead tree.
The Thunderer roared with a fresh blast of energy. Throwing the snow off his wings, the dragon swung them up and lightning flashed. Despite his blurry vision, he could see the dark shapes flee to the cover underneath the rocks.
More snow fell down on the creature and his was forced to lower his wings. While the new-found energy left Stormwyrm quickly, the thunder subdued. Slowly, he closed his yellow eyes.
So hard.. to stay awake...
Must stay.. must...
No...
When the storm finally ended, the dragon was already put at a rest long ago.
A link to the site of the generator where Stormwyrm's name came from is in my profile (and that was one of the weirdest sentences I've ever written).
Last updated on: January 15th (Thank you, Antoine De La Baraque, for reminding me that there's a difference between being the writer and being the reader ::sweatdrop:: I'll read the new chapter as soon as possible.)