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And the shadow of the day Will embrace the world in grey And the sun will set for you Frustration turns to rage in the yearling's mind, tying with his bonded dragon. The harp is not swallowed by flames, causing Gwyneverre to screech again. Wildly, she trashed at the demi-god's neck, opening her wings wide to glide away from him. She wings out to the left, arching around him wide. Her fiery eyes search him, wanting to bury him in her ferocious flames, but Abraham is too close, and she will not burn her boy. Darting quickly by flapping her nearly translucent wings wildly, the serpentine bitch aims to grab on to the tuft of mane at the boy's withers. If she gained her purchase she would rake her back claws down his spine, hoping to dig deep into his skin and tissue. The song erupted from the boy's lips as he flailed away from Abraham, and had the darkling prince not been the assailant, he may have found beauty in the tune. He did like the words, in fact, he enjoyed being called an assassin by this creature. It fueled him. The winged boy declared Abraham something to be feared, and the cruel glint in his eye exploded and his smirk turned into a wicked smile. Drops of blood dripped off of the tips of his twisting, twin horns as he turned to face his opponent once more, the taste of his hide still bursting to life in his mouth. Abraham would taste his blood, and feel the iron liquid under his hooves, unless the boy was flailing his wings to escape his clutches--and, if so, Gwyneverre knew to follow, to envelop him in crushing flame. It did not seem that the boy was running away, and instead, turned to face Abraham as well. He watched the boy's head tuck down, and Abraham knew he intended to ram into him with those curled, blunt horns. Snorting, Abraham rocketed towards Hototo with all of his might, just as the earth began to tremble under his feathery hooves. For a moment, Abraham was startled. Had he inherited his father's ability? Were these earthquakes? Dual colored eyes flicked to the face of his opponent, where nothing but resolute determination was painted. These earthquakes did not belong to the Dauntless' prince. They belonged to the intruder. With his wicked smile turning into a snarl, Abraham tried to continue his forward movement. The ground was shaky, and as the distance closed between him and his target, it only got worse. The boy was losing his balance, and he knew he would not be able to hold his own against a charging hit from those horns, designed for the attack he was attempting to make. Abraham stopped then, suddenly, his hooves scrambling for purchase, and he turned. He tried to jump out of the way, but he was too slow in his behemoth mass. Air escaped his lungs with a hard thudding sound as the intruder hit the draft mutt's left thigh. Pain swelled in his leg but he clenched his teeth and bucked up. A short squeal of pain escaped from Abraham's clenched teeth as he hoped to kick the other boy in the head. |
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
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