When her mercurial eyes had slipped closed, the world was still a wonder. When she had let forth her final sigh before her long sleep, Emilian had been a place of beauty in many aspects. This Goddess was content on things as they were, and as her massive claws clutched tight to her hoard, as her broad wings folded snug about her gargantuan body, she would slip easily into the slumber of years that only the oldest of her ilk tended to..<br/><br/>..and then Anishal woke..<br/><br/>Emilian had changed. She need not even slip from the deep caverns that were her home to know this. She could smell it on the wind that traversed through her caves. She could feel it in the absence of<em>others</em>in her mind. A low rumble began deep within her chest as her body shifted atop her shining amassment of treasure, stretching muscles stiff from lack of use, soon enough strong steps, still nigh liquid in ease after all this time took her to the opening of her cave atop her chosen mountain, pulling herself to sit upon her haunches and gaze out over the land she loved.<br/><br/>Regal she sat there, wings tucked tight to her back, tail sliding around to work snug against her forepaws. The setting sun was bright enough to cause her silver hide to shine, to gleam, and she allowed another sigh as the sun warmed her just enough before sinking slowly to the horizon.<br/><br/>And a search would begin. Thoughts were sent out first, thoughts meant to link easily with any dragon kind that still held the magic within themselves to feel her. She could sense their essence easily, new there to be pups, knew there to be middle years... yet found none were Great Wyrm like she. Lids lowered over gleaming sapphire hues as her triangular head dipped in sadness at this realization. When she had made the choice for her sleep, she had not been the only one by far. As her mind swept out further, sadness was replaced slowly with anger. Yet not from her... yet. This enmity came from her ilk scattered over the land. But it was even more then that.. rage fairly filled the very air surrounding her. Strife. She smelled blood upon the wind, was that screams on the currents? The ghost of such mayhap. Apparently she had slept long enough..<br/><br/>It was indeed magnificent her descent from her perch. Such a pity none was there to witness it. Solid hind legs gave a push and she was diving from the cliffs edge. The wind caught her as a lover might, and wings snapped open to their full extent, allowing her to catch with ease an updraft, sending her soaring to the clouds swiftly. Ah, such delight to be Queen of the skies once again! The moon was now rising, and this light brought forth a different sheen to her silvery hide, possibly bringing out it's beauty even more. She was shooting through the heavens as she did when the world was good, and she was enamoured with it. She couldn't help herself now. Her mighty jaws would open, and she would let forth an indomitable roar, and she was glad for it.<br/><br/>The sound would do two things. One, it would careen through the surrounding area, carrying far upon the winds, so far and wide, even those human ears would hear it. Two, her ilk would hear this bellow within their minds.<br/><br/>And all would know that Anishal Silveris, Great Silver Wyrm had awakened.<br/><br/>