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A piercing scream into the sky and the racing, shifting creatures below caught all of the guardian's attention. Massive wings beat hard as he threw his body forward in the sky. Below, his eyes scanned as fire poured down from the grey femme towards Bucephalus and the prisoner he knew to be of Gaucho's. Under the strong hand of the Dragon's Throat, this mare would not escape. When Einarr thought himself to be clear from the danger of the fire, he rocketed down towards the silver-black mare. Front, cloven hooves pushed forward as he aimed to slam them into her hips. Einarr released a ferocious call, deep voice bellowing out with the force of his rank magic.
Wings beat down again the the stallion pulled himself up into the air for just a moment, hoping he had hit the mare and sent her reeling beneath his massive weight and force from his speed of flight. Altering his inside wing, the massive black circled and landed on the sands to the left and fear of the prisoner. "You are not to leave." The stallion snorted, face twisted in a menacing grimace. His muscles tensed and his ears pinned flat into his dark mane. The primal stallion's eyes were ablaze like fire, bearing down on the prisoner with the skull mask. Her smelled putrid, as if she were entirely composed of dead bodies and grime. Einarr snorted again, pushing her scent from his nose, as he gnashed his teeth in her direction--a threat of more violence, should she bring it upon herself.
the dogs will come for you too
if you want to get buried in it too
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if you bury me, i'll bury you
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