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[OPEN] Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee.

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Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.0
Stallion :: Equine :: 16 hh :: Four years HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
Solomon :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Fire Breath Time
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Argen
Argen laughed at the filly's indignant stomp of her hooves and her response. She obviously knew nothing of the world. All mothers did was go and get lost--it just came in many different forms. Snorting some, he slowed his trot and tossed his head, blonde locks dancing in the sunlight. "Oh dear girl, mothers are good at losing themselves, even if they don't know it." He flashed her a toothy, playful grin and stopped before her, lifting his head toward the sun. "If they don't want to be found, well, they won't be." He chuckled again, and Solomon landed on his back.

The girl's eyes caught the dragon and he cooed toward her. Argen's brow lifted some in surprise as she spoke of Volterra, his uncle-nephew. In all reality, the boy was his uncle--being born from Argen's grandfather and all--but with their age differences, the family worked as if the dark boy and his sister were his niece and nephew. "Oh, but girl, Solomon is so much more than Volterra's red. Solomon is a king." Argen lowered his head and playfully nipped at the girl's shoulder, and Solomon ruffled his wings, extending them. His scales glistened beautifully in the sun, and tossing back his head he exploded a massive jet of flame toward the sun.

The others approached and Argen regarded them with narrowing of his eyes. There was no mistaking them--they shared his blood, whether they knew it or not. They were either the offspring of Volterra or Nymeria with their skulled heads and bloody markings. When Argen had met the skulled grulla in the forest she did not have the curving sides of pregnancy, and these children were far too young for her to already have worked off her child weight. Snorting, the stallion decided they were Volterra's children. "Hello." He simply greeted them, looking down on them with swimming amber eyes.

Did the red-eyed father know of these offspring?

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We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don't belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone
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Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee. - by Areli - 12-22-2015, 03:47 PM
RE: Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee. - by Argen - 01-12-2016, 01:24 PM

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