Fear My Name

Sorel finally stood up on all-fours. He expanded his wings. The golden sun tore through the shade and bathed his body. The wind stirred. Setrastrasza lifted her head up at him and smiled, "Go to the ledge overseeing the Wetlands, Sorel. I can see in your eyes of what you must do." Sorel headed to the edge of the cliff. He looked below at the swamps and marshes of the Wetlands. The water glistened with the reflection of the sun. He saw far in the distance Baradin Bay. He knew if he needed to get over his confusion, he needed to do something that would permanently end all conflicts he had about what he had now become after escaping Tol Barad.

With that, Sorel closed his eyes. He took the largest breath he could, filling his lungs with every ounce of air. His muscles began to tighten and his claws tore into the soil beneath him. He unfolded his wings to their full wingspan. He then did what he had to do. He roared. His roar boomed out of his maw and sent a menacing, powerful shriek across the land before him. Several flocks of birds retreated to the skies from their nests in the trees. The roar rang in Setrastrasza's ears and startled all the other dragons in the forest. When Sorel stopped, he opened his eyes. The ground ceased to rumble. His roar echoed several times, each fading into utter silence.

Sorel smirked. Setrastrasza came next to him. She only asked one question. It was the same question Sorel had asked himself after he had been transformed, "So have you decided who you are, Sorel?" He turned to her and nodded confidently. She smiled back at him, "Tell the world who you are, Sorel!" Sorel turned towards the Wetlands once again and bellowed out in a fierce might, "Hear me, world. The hand of fate has severed my life and torn my memories from my heart. I now stand before you not as a human being of the Alliance, but as a dragon of the Black Dragonflight. With this burden I now bear brings with it a new future and a destiny that I must now strive to fulfill. Let my suffering be witnessed to all who hear my name!" Sorel then roared his heart out and the world shook in reply. Sorel turned to Setrastrasza who appeared to be standing in awe. He chuckled at her, "You know, that felt pretty good." They both laughed happily.

This one is a request from who wanted the scene from The Seeker where Sorel roars fiercely upon the Wetlands. You might notice some coloring differences with Sorel. I wanted to try something a tad different, but I think this turned out great since the shading and the colors both compliment each other quite nicely