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Thud.
The beast feels the impact of flesh on flesh and a bellow of rage flees his jaws. Cynder shrieks, her tail illuminating the creature in front of them, and the leviathan's hatred boils as he sees what has so foolishly bumped into him. It is a unicorn - and, what's more, it is a unicorn with antlers. The demon that took Tyradon's magic and regressed his dragon to a hatchling had possessed such abominations, and with a stallion's bellow the titan launches the offensive. He has but one thing on his mind; to remove this hideous demon, leave his bones rotting beneath the earth for all eternity, for having the gall to walk into one of the superior species. His rage has been bubbling for days, unable to erupt out of him for the sake of diplomacy - now, all inhibitions are shed, and he allows his racism to devour him. The creature will hang for this. Tyradon throws his weight to his hindquarters, lifting his massive forehooves and thrashing them in the direction of the unicorn's head - he aims to kick the abomination's skull, wanting to feel bone cave beneath his wrath. The darkness of the cave means the warlord has no idea of the size of the arena they have to dance in, but he knows one thing; the vermin will not be leaving this place alive. A feral hiss flees his jaws and his mental hatred reaches Cynder, who circles with a war-dragon's bellow before swooping towards Comanche. She aims to land on his back, claws seeking to rasp into his flesh and jaws gaping to release a torrent of flame that illuminates the cave around them, wanting to scorch the flesh of his shoulders; peel skin from bone. The duo are in tandem, mentally linked and completely in synch with one another - they both have one single goal in mind, and that is to kill. |
[ we are made of greed ]
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