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As they travelled south, the mare moved into her other body. Scales of gold broke through her dark pelt, glistening and rippling beneath the Sun's bright rays.
Looking upon her now, one would not think that it was Dark magic that allowed her this transformation.
The DragonHeart travelled willingly with her inky companion, smiling as he played and interacted with Akaith while Mirage flew overhead. Gather plants, was their next task, so gather plants they would do.
The ancient queen shoved aside memories of the last time she had uprooted trees and bush, for the purpose of building a wall around her old herdland. She would return there, she would ensure they were safe. First, she had to ensure the survival of the rest of Helovia.
Nodding to her partner, the dragonmare had landed nearby, the red sands blending in with the gold of her scales, her claws massaging it between taloned toes as her draconic inclinations begged her to sprawl out and sunbake awhile.
Akaith's silent yet musical laughter within her soul at the observation of her bonded needing to resist this temptation only spurred the dragonmare onwards to complete this task. With a huff she noticed the changes that had been wrought upon the Throat - changes far more dramatic than she had ever wrought upon her old home.
It mattered naught for the moment, however - decidedly she grasped a young sapling between her strong jaws, and, following Ink's lead, returned to the place of gathering in the Meadow.
Looking upon her now, one would not think that it was Dark magic that allowed her this transformation.
The DragonHeart travelled willingly with her inky companion, smiling as he played and interacted with Akaith while Mirage flew overhead. Gather plants, was their next task, so gather plants they would do.
The ancient queen shoved aside memories of the last time she had uprooted trees and bush, for the purpose of building a wall around her old herdland. She would return there, she would ensure they were safe. First, she had to ensure the survival of the rest of Helovia.
Nodding to her partner, the dragonmare had landed nearby, the red sands blending in with the gold of her scales, her claws massaging it between taloned toes as her draconic inclinations begged her to sprawl out and sunbake awhile.
Akaith's silent yet musical laughter within her soul at the observation of her bonded needing to resist this temptation only spurred the dragonmare onwards to complete this task. With a huff she noticed the changes that had been wrought upon the Throat - changes far more dramatic than she had ever wrought upon her old home.
It mattered naught for the moment, however - decidedly she grasped a young sapling between her strong jaws, and, following Ink's lead, returned to the place of gathering in the Meadow.
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