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He follows the feeling, massive frame moving at a steady trot. Cynder perches on his back, moving with the fluent muscles beneath his scarred pelt, her own mind feeling the sensation that creeps through her bonded's. He feels the deep snow tugging at his legs, and it takes a lot of effort to power his gargantuan frame through the white barrier. His green war-dragon offers to clear the path for him with her flame, but he refuses - he is not the sort to give up so easily, to admit defeat. He trudges on, ignoring the burning sensation in his muscles and forcing his powerful frame onwards. The bonded pair come to a copse of trees - nearby the beast can see abominations, horned scum following the strange sensation as well, and the warbringer's ears pin into his mane. Cynder growls, her body vibrating on his back as she hungers to douse the vermin with her flame, but together they force the desire aside and focus instead on which path to choose. Some of the horned vermin go around the base, and Tyradon hopes they sink into the snow and die screaming - a fellow equine goes up the mountain, followed by another scum. With a snort the warmaster takes the path up the mountain - his muscles already burn, so he can see no harm in testing them further. And there is always the chance he can push the vermin off the side of the mountain to her death; the thought brings a bloodthirsty smile to his handsome face, and his jade dragon chirps her approval. "" WISHLIST |
[ we are made of greed ]
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