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dancing with a wolf

Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
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There is a distinct chill in the air, quite unseasonable and certainly unusual in the normally humid archipelago. The bastard's flesh, dripping with moisture from his swim across the channel between the mainland and this island, quivers unbidden as the cold sets in and gnaws at his bones. It makes a delicious change from the all-consuming summer heat, and the stallion savours the precious relief from the searing weather. Being black has its drawbacks, especially in Tallsun, and Volterra doesn't quite know why he chose to return to the Riptide Isles, which are so humid they make the sweltering season even worse. But now he is glad he did, as he is delightfully cool and full of more energy than he can remember since spring ended.

It is a clear night, which perhaps adds to the unseasonably cold temperature, and the moonlight illuminates each hard plane of the giant's body. There is a spring in his step and a distinct bounce in the pounding of his dragon's wings as the duo move in synch across the grainy sand, serenaded by the crunching of the sand beneath the leviathan's feathered hooves. They pass caverns and great yawning cave mouths, beckoning them in to explore, but they resist. The night is too deliciously cool and pleasant for them to want to maraud beneath the surface in sticky, claustrophobic caves. Instead the black monolith pauses on a wide section of beach, with the towering cliffs behind him and the moonlit ocean spread out in front of him, stretching away to the distant dark horizon.

His mane ruffles gently in the breeze, tickling the sides of his thick neck. Standing still only helps the cold set into his bones, but he savours every icy moment. His dragon curves his wings and lands heavily upon the hellion's back, his claws digging hard into new, tender flesh where it has begun to heal after the boiling tar splashed him during the tiger battle. It stings, but the stallion hardly flinches. Instead he stands, as though hewn from the rocks behind him, letting the chilly night air wash over him whilst he stares idly into the middle distance. ""
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@Gashad !
Set on a beach in the Riptide Isles a few days after the God battle, in the early evening. Magic and companions fine! :D

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FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
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Messages In This Thread
dancing with a wolf - by Volterra - 10-30-2015, 04:16 PM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Gashad - 11-08-2015, 04:16 PM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Volterra - 11-15-2015, 10:25 AM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Gashad - 11-28-2015, 04:31 PM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Volterra - 11-29-2015, 10:46 AM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Gashad - 12-08-2015, 05:03 PM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Volterra - 12-12-2015, 11:24 AM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Gashad - 12-12-2015, 01:23 PM
RE: dancing with a wolf - by Blu - 12-15-2015, 10:17 AM

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