Retrieving someone to release him from the bonds of the Dragon's Throat border each time he wanted to explore was tedious, annoying, and each passing day Abraham grew more and more bitter towards the home his brother had chosen. The grey-eyed stallion had sought the position of warrior, but Abraham did not want to be grasped so tightly by duty, and the heat of the Throat, just yet. He would not be a puppet, no. He needed to live a stringless life. It was not without purpose, however, as many outcasts lived their lives. Abraham, the young, rogue titan, was living in such a way to enrich himself and grow his knowledge--of life, of the world, and of himself. Living in a constant state of contract to a herd was not on his agenda any time soon.

And so, he and his dragons scouted. Some weakling, a sprout, had released him on the fiery bridge and he was off. The caves, caves which the young stallion knew well and admired, were not far and Brienne had yet to meet their wonder. Above him, his white and his gold glided and spun. Gwyneverre was still teaching the young queen about the ways of life, and Brienne's connection to Abraham's heart through their bond grew immensely with each passing day. The golden girl--so different from her white sister--was proving herself to be exactly what she was painted as: royalty. She was powerful and proud, just as vicious and cunning as her white sister, and already outweighed the older white in mass. Pride glittered in Abraham's bihued eyes when he thought of the power he and his dragons held, only amplified now that a fucking queen joined him.

Just before them, Abraham caught sight of a landing pegasus. No, not just a pegasus. A glint of horn glimmering in the light caught Abraham's eye and he lifted his head some, curious. No hostility--not yet. He reminded his dragons. Gwyneverre trilled her displeasure, but Brienne clicked in agreement. The gold was the less malicious, less sadistic of the pair, and (although Abraham would not acknowledge it) it was a nice balance to have on their bond. Continuing to close the distance between him and this stranger, Abraham stayed silent. His mammoth frame, already filled with brilliant and strong muscle, rippled with power that would only amplify as his life went on. The dragon girls still glided overhead, but just as they came within a few feet of the unknown girl, both dragons perched themselves on top of a large, jagged boulder before the mouth of one cave.