Strike Fury they were not chosen

they were not chosen

The earths poles move the farthest they can away from our sun

Through the hagstone

Weather-worn and fire-borne

but in the electric instant where fate splinters and futures diverge

Strike Fury they were not chosenThe Strike Furies are creatures of risk, forged not in fire or stone, but in the electric instant where fate splinters and futures diverge. Struck by lightning on the storm crushed cliffs of the eastern coastline, they were not chosen. They chose. Dark blue. Storm eyed. Etched with lightnings burn. They are raw potential in dragon form. Restless, volatile, and alive with change. The Guild keeps its distance. Too much energy. Too much unknown. But for