Clouds

Clouds


The sky turned black like night had fallen. A silent hush swept across the lands as the air grew still and stale. In the distant, a low growl echoed throughout the land, followed by groans and creaks. Within the blackness, a swirling sensation filled the silent void as the ancient, deadly, and ever so powerful storm raged through the land. The Twisting Crescendo found its way across the plain, making its way carefully and boldly. No one dared to try and stop the storm that was it. The Twisting Crescendo, the maker and god of all the storms that covered the land, was almighty and beautiful to anyone who could lay their eyes on it. Within this storm, another, more fierce and quick to act storm raged behind it. The Twirling Crescendo. This spitfire of a storm raged across the land, throwing storms into fight, and often times creating brand new ones. Some storms went out to the sea, while others went into the sky, to the ground, or even to the mountains. But one storm in particular, was cast into the very depth of the land, into valleys and plains and any open space.


This storm raged and grew, uprooting trees and destroying shelters and farms. This storm devastated the land with great trails of debris. Within this storm, a figure formed. A figure that stood with broad shoulders, a proud stance, and an affirmative glare. As the cyclone laid it’s rage to rest, a Guardian stood in its place. All across it’s body, the fearsome winds and twisting motion of the cyclone continued to move. His eyes, green as the wind that created him, glowed with a warmth and mystery. His body was the color of the sky and the ground in which he, the Tornado, was formed. This Dragon was born from the essence of the Tornado, with the power of the cyclones that helped form him. Like most of Tornado’s, he was sturdy, and to the point. He often times gets off track though, and leads his thinking onto many other topics. He is powerful and people often move aside when he walks by, respecting the ground that he walks on.


The Guardian, although he enjoyed the respect he was getting, oftentimes felt alone and wished for more companionship. Beginning his search for a companion, he found many adventures throughout the entire land of Sorneith. Traveling from Flight to Flight, he learned many different aspects of the grounds in which he called home. Many Dragons would often ask him about his markings and where he came from, but his answers always seemed to remain the same; he wasn’t sure. He knew that he could create small cyclones with just a flick of his tail, but that was the most of his knowledge. Sometimes at night though, he would dream of being in a swirling vortex, traveling quickly across the ground. He would dream of a voice telling him that his purpose was soon upon him. When he would awake from these dreams, he could swear that he still felt that tug to find out what his purpose is.


This tug led him to figure out who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. His travels were filled with meeting many different Dragons, all of which couldn’t tell him anything about the markings on his body. He would look for Elder Dragons, wishing that they would know. It wasn’t until one evening, when a storm had begun to brew. The sky grew dark and the energy grew still. He recognized this feeling! It resonated within his body as he stood under the forming dark clouds. The low groan of the cyclone that formed in the distant made him feel at ease. His markings began to swirl suddenly around his body, causing him to feel lighter. He didn’t fear the energy of this storm, and he knew that this was home. Feeling the energy of the storm, he followed this storm into the heart of Shadow Flight. Within Shadow Flight, he followed this storm to a Clan that was full of different energies that all seemed to work together. He was drawn into their humbleness and the familiar power that he was searching for. Upon further examination into the Clan, he met Rapids. Rapids, a Dragon that was also born from the energy of storm, was there for him to meet. The storm led him to a companion.


Although it was still unclear what it was that he had to do for a purpose, he started to find a home within this Shadow Flight Clan. He found friends and people that would treat him with respect and friendship. He no longer felt alone, and this made his markings twirl faster with happiness. He had finally found a place that he could call his home, and it was with the most amazing Dragons in all of the land. Here, he could search out his purpose.


As of now, Clouds, the Tornado Cyclone, works alongside Rapids as a Keeper of Words. He would record the messages that had to be relayed and would keep important documents of the weather, the health of the Clan, and the overall purpose of the Clan. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed every minute that he has with this clan of Shadow Flight. He had finally found a home to call his own.


His dreams have quieted, like the calm after the storm. The Tornado has laid to rest in his place of peace and he can finally breath that soft breath of the relief. No longer being alone, and no longer being confused, the mighty Guardian of the Tornado Cyclone can finally rest and search for who he is with friends and loved ones at his side. All the while, following the patterns of the storm that created him, and learning its ways of the land.
Bio by ShadyoFayx