Dark grey clouds might have obscured the sun for days though now they seemed to part for a ear splitting roar that deafened like a massive clap of thunder, shuddering the overcast sky away. As a massive form of silver scales with a whipping tail and wings that spanned football fields pushed through the clouds rays of sunlight sparkled down over the ruins and the dying foliage of the forest. The shimmering silver beast was like a furry of snow, spikes like ice sticking up from the tip of its tail, shining in the rays of sunlight as it circled the ruins of its old home. With a loop and then a nose dive it disapeers beneath the dying canopy of trees, almost immediately shrinking and reverting into a five foot eight inch tall humanoid form. The humanoid was male with sandy brown hair that sparkled silver in the light and was cropped at the sides and longer on top, those longer strands framing his forehead. His flesh was creamy and seemed to accent his deep hazel eyes, which also oddly seemed speckled with flecks of silver depending upon how you looked into them.
The young mans form was impressive, while not muscle bound he was athleticly lean with slender muscles that held hidden strength one might not think possible. It radiated a sense of magickal awe that was rivaled by only by a few in existance, his mate and her ancestors. It demanded respect, demanded to be paid attention to while the expressions he held were either unreadably secret or calm and warm. Flowing from his body like new fallen snow across the hills were robes of pure white that showed only the bottoms of his leather boots which had black leather pants tucked into them. The robes were trimmed in silver with an ivy like design around the arms and V'd neck, the neck revealing a silk dress shirt of cream covering his chest, the top two buttons undone, while secured upon his shoulders by a silver ivy clasp was a cloak of white silk trimmed in the same silver ivy design with its hood flowing behind him.
What caught the attention of his faintly curved ears and drew the calm cool gaze of his silver flecked eyes was the lack of noise, no birds or other animals could be heard in the trees, not even the squirrels who should've been busy gathering nuts. Perhaps the most disturbing was the lack of the trickling gurgle of water that was ever present from the river that ran nearby. What exactly had happened to this place? Of course he knew of only one person who would have caused such a thing and the Master White Robe could barely contain his ice cold temper that he hadn't been dealt with sooner. He had always found the previous masters lacking for letting someone such as the renegade continue to have access to this place. Soon his footsteps had carried him to the swamp that had once been a crystal clear river, the reason was evident as in the distance a man made damn was visible, the stench of stagnant water wafted even from it. Surely someone wasn't drinking from the slime were they? His gaze traveled up and down what he could see of the dead waters, the sight making his eyes become pained and shut for the breifest of moments.
The Master White Robe had become a master at his craft, the simple ability to take his innate magical talents and sculpt them into the effects he desired, few sorcerers had attained such mastery over their powers and sadly many never progressed farther than learning to keep them hidden so that they could live a normal adolescence and grow into adulthood without being run from their towns. Perhaps it was those wayward sorcerers who didn't understand what was happening to them that he wished to help, those who had attained some control that wished to learn more? There were few that could teach their own kind as they had no concrete organization. It was only Salems draconic understanding of magic that had helped him attain such control and understand both the mage and sorcerers worlds. It was this understanding that with a simple somatic gesture a great flowing "river" of crackling arcing lightning bolts sprays from the tips of his fingers and strikes the dam with a booming blast, echoing through the dead hollows of the forest. Cracking could be heard as the force of the water strains against the wood restraining it, then it all simply breaks away, steaming a few glowing logs. The foul sludge of water rushes free and sprays past his feet, roaring down the near empty riverbed with one of the most destructive forces in the world, that of nature. This, however, wasn't enough to satisfy the draconic sorcerer. No. Kneeling beside the riverbed he dips his slender fingers into the cesspool of water, and with yet another spell cookbooked from the mind with such ease it shamed regular mages the water began to sparkle. The sparkle spread throughout the river and its tributaries, the great magical effect washing away days of abuse. After several minutes the effect fades, leaving sparkling clear water.
Sparkling clear water that would be the cornerstone of natures return.
ooc: not finalized for spelling mistakes.
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