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FIRE AND BLOOD! The cave glimmers like a promise, and as the beast gets closer he sees his own rugged features reflected back at him. His massive frame shifts through the cavern, hooves creating a series of heavy thunks on the stone ground. Cynder glides above him, her emerald scales glittering magnificently in the half-light of the crystal room. Her flame-tail illuminates the embedded gems, and she curiously lands on a ledge to examine the precious stones. She digs her claws into the edge of one of the gems, attempting to prise it free, but finds it stuck fast. She chirrups her displeasure, and opens her vicious jaws to release a red-hot plume of flame. It tickles the gems, but even as she shuts her greedy maw and cuts off the fire, the crystals remain unharmed and glittering innocently in the walls. With a huff of disgust, the dragoness takes flight, circling to land neatly on Tyradon's muscular rump. The beast reaches the centre of the cave, glancing down at the floor beneath him. It is glasslike and reflective, with a possibility of slippiness. His tangled tail whips his powerful flanks as he stands and turns to the entrance to the cavern, ensuring he cannot be taken by surprise by a coward's attack from the rear. He is spoiling for a fight; he hungers to test himself against the natives of Helovia, to ensure he keeps in top condition for the battles that will undoubtedly follow. When he and Confutatis' plans come to fruition - when they launch their takeover and slicken the ground with blood - he will need to be in top shape. The warlord's thick neck arches, a steaming breath fleeing his nostrils as he waits; he half-hopes it is an abomination that he can pound the life out of, rather than having to restrain himself against a fellow equine. His teeth gnash in preparation and one plate-sized hoof paws at the ground, Cynder's wings spreading to release a screech of anticipation. Today, somebody will burn. "" ____________________ @[Déodat] 0/3 |
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