[h1]Balerion[/h1]

With Drumagth's departure from Balerion's realm of the Scorching Plains, the black drake would too leave this place. Balerion bent his mighty legs and leaped into the air. Despite his great bulk, Balerion managed to jump pretty high due to his stout yet powerful lower limbs, and with a mighty downward stroke of his vast wings he was off with grace. The Black Dread flew southwest, flying above many realms of many dragons, but made sure to stay high enough so that he did not disturb or intrude on another dragons' territory unless he knew of the dragon personally. Balerion was not one to disrespect his fellow wyrms. Drumagth's words of Smaug slaying the mighty Beyza was too curious to Balerion's ear. He must hear these words from the dragon slayer himself. Hence forth he continued his journey towards The Lonely Mountain, a grand mountain, known for its golden halls and oceans of incredible treasure. It wouldn't be long until Balerion's wings took him far and wide, and at last The Lonely Mountain came into view over the horizon. Balerion quickened his pace, beating down on his monstrous wings harder. As he got ever closer he decided to show his coming. He puffed out his nostrils allowing black smoke to escape his nose. Soon after he took in a deep breath and puffed out a deep black smoke from his maw. Not many dragons have the ability to spew smoke from within, and even fewer have a black flame so akin to Balerion's. This sign should certainly tell any old dragon who was approaching, for the signs that Balerion gave were as clear as day.