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08-25-2015, 01:04 PM
running all the lights with the girl of his dreams
What is this? Brienne asked, tail flicking behind her in a feline-like manner.
This place is new. Abraham, we're going closer. Gwyneverre spoke boldly, jaws spreading in a toothy grin.
Be wary. Abraham warned his dragons as the pair flew off of his croup. At six months old, the gold was already outgrowing her older sister, the white. The colt watched them fly off towards the sound of a waterfall, his bi-hued eyes swollen with pride and glory. His dragons were beautiful, dangerous, and brave, and together they were discovering something new. Tree-like limbs lifted into a trot behind his gliding queens, his curiosity matching theirs and pulling him forward. For all the time he had spent in the north, Abraham had never come across this land. It intrigued him, pulled him in like a siren's song, and he succumbed to the temptation. Gwyneverre, Brienne -- come. The leviathan of a colt spoke to his dragons calmly and plainly through his bond with each of them. With a hiss, Gwyneverre landed on his poll and grasped his dual horns for more balance. Brienne, the larger of the two, landed on his croup.
This place is glorious. Gwyn translated over to Abraham while gently trilling her pleasure towards her younger sister. Bri nodded carefully and opened her jaws, misty and cold frost spilling between her razor-like teeth. We could live here. The younger queen added, wings folded carefully against her bodice. No. Reginald is not here. We have to find him. Something is happening to Helovia. We need to stick together. The dark stallion nearly snarled at his dragons, though their wonder and awe of this new land could not be stifled. Abraham, a fearless child of darkness, did not find weakness of heart by the appearance of this new land, but he knew all too well of the strangeness of Helovia. When the murders ran rampant, his mother died.
Abraham would not let anything like that happen again, and so in this time of regeneration and bizarre happenings, the son of hellion knew he needed his wombmate to stand at his side.
abraham
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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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