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He also showed himself to be the closest in behavior to his ancestor. With no moral restraints or much sympathy for other Creatchis (even his wife), he had the potential to be an even greater monster than Dracona ever was. "Had" being the key word there. He spent the grand majority of his life working on an old castle he found, with the intent of turning it into a stronghold from which he could launch his plans of conquest. He gravely underestimated the effort it would take, and by the time it even started to look finished he was already old and in no shape to take the world. For the most part, his last hours were filled with rage at fate and at himself for making such a mistake; at the same time, however, he seemed hopeful that his children will succeed where he failed and did his best to prepare the castle for them. The castle he found consisted of the keep and a guard tower. The castle he left behind added four more rooms arranged around the keep, as well as a stone floor. It was quite an accomplishment, but the castle is still unfinished. One grendelchi can only do so much.... |
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"The desolation of Smaug" 
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I like the name and roleplay idea!
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After what felt like hours and numerous failed attempts, Smaug's hunt has ended successfully. He glances down at his prey, a small hoppity, pinned underneath his hand. This is his first kill, and as far as firsts go it left him feeling quite satisfied. Yet, as he examines the hoppity's broken form, he also feels a twinge of disappointment. Prey is prey, but this animal is still much smaller than him and didn't take much effort to dispatch. He had hoped his first hunt would end with him taking prey that was bigger and more impressive than this. No matter. He still has plenty of life ahead of him, and maybe he'd get to tango with something bigger someday. For now, he picks up his meal and wanders off into the underbrush in search of a place to eat it. | |||||||||||||||||||
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After being alive for hours, Smaug finally takes a good look at the world around him. It occurs to him that, in all of that time, he still has little to no idea who he is. What is his purpose? What is the meaning of his existence? Is there a meaning? As he takes in the sights and sounds of the world, however, a devilish grin crosses his face. It was so simple. This here is a great big world that has so much to offer. And, as far as Smaug is concerned, it's all his for the taking. This area would become his territory; his own personal stalking grounds. He would soon make it suit his tastes, and bring woe to all who dare trespass upon it. But first, he has something more pressing to worry about. He feels the call of the hunt, the primal urge to stalk and take prey. With a snort, he stalks into the underbrush, searching for something to satisfy his desire.... | |||||||||||||||||||
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The pattern continues! ![[nlaugh]](/images/smilies/emot_laugh.gif "[nlaugh]")
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