Authors note: Imagine Sir Kenneth Branagh reading this; I like to imagine my OC's with a posh english accent. P.s. Find the reference to a certain motion picture about wolves -
Deep and dormant, dwelling below the Syria deserts Within titanic,rock walls cold.
Concealed in a leviathan temple of plumage bronze and gold.
I sleep oh so sound Should I awake, destruction and enslavement, I shall not bestow.
I am no Cthulu, or Yog Sothoth or any being with malevolent intent. Indeed, I am a Great Old One not of
this world, but I am merely an outcast, if not the last of my kind.
My home millions of planes of existence away now lies in dust. Known by your ancestors here in these
very same lands as الفضة الإعصار, Arabic for "Silver Hurricane" or I suspect. My name by birth, Al-Nysira.
Silver, my old feathers still shine,
Wings titanic and strong
My eyes are brilliant, burning stars You could not get me wrong
My gigantic talons honed sharp
My wings are silver hurricanes
My stare is that of death I am the silence in the dark
When your sun becomes black
And Your sea to blood Indeed I will be there on that dire day
And into the twilight and flames I shall rise to fight the good fight and defend... Once more into the fray
How was it? Good? Yes? Again, I am quite new to fanfiction so yunno be nice-ish. But yes, I wanted to give my own little expansion on the world of HP Lovecraft a sort of almost JRR Tolkien-esque feel to it. I wanted to also make a Great Old One character that wasn't... not exactly evil, as such but one who didn't have chaotic intent. So there you have it and I do believe that is all Cheerio! :) -Colin