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He can smell them. The abominations.
They reek, like the vermin they are. The warbringer's muzzle shrivels, and in the heavens above Cynder shrieks her disgust. Burn them all. They wander through unknown places in Helovia, over meadow and mountain alike, his massive frame devouring the snow-ridden ground beneath his hooves. He doesn't know where he's going, or why - he just knows his muscles are tense and his mind is fighting the urge to kill the hideous creatures that he can smell, their reeks like rotting flesh on a summer's day, fetid and rank. He dreams of sinking his teeth into their throats, in slamming his hooves into their fragile bones whilst his jade war-dragon scorches the flesh from their hides. He fights his instincts, and continues to walk. He is greeted by the sight of two pegasi and a unicorn, and his ears lace into his mane, black lips peeling back to expose his yellowed teeth. Cynder comes into land on his back, her talons rasping into the familiar scars of his thick flesh and her powerful wings folding flush against her body, agile skull pivoting to glare at each of the scum in turn. Her desire to destroy them is as strong as her bonded's, a hatred shared for eight years and festering between them. But the beast's attention is robbed by a creature stood at the helm of the meeting - a hybrid, possessing both horns and wings. The stallion's two least favourite things, bundled together as one. The creature is hideous, but exudes power. "What in Nieque's name are you?" he demands to know, focus fully on the hybrid so as to keep his attention from the abominations around him. Perhaps he is disrespecting a diety - or perhaps said diety will see his potential, blunted and blinded by the racism in his veins. wishlist |
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