Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180124092153/@comment-26108027-20180207192352

The gate bursts open, and a twisted piece of metal lands right where Akata had been standing.

The Wyvern can barely fit through the gateway, it has to pull its wings against its sides and squeeze its shoulders together just to get halfway out. It's scales were a beautiful blue once, but years of fighting in the dirt has dulled them down. It's elegant horns curve back, and the row of spikes along its jaw are as sharp as daggers. It's snout ends in a sort of beak with long teeth jutting out. As it heaves itself out of the ruined gateway, it's powerful claws dig into the dirt. It hisses at the crowd, it's strange golden eyes adjusting to the sudden light.