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FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM Thunder screams and lightning tears the night sky asunder, whilst a deluge of rain hammers down on the back of the young behemoth as he marches through the storm. His dragons howl against the thunder, the wind billowing beneath their wings and throwing them in different directions. Vérzés, older and more experienced in the air, manages to snatch at the wind and keep himself level. Vadir, however, despite her already formidable size and strength (the perks of being a queen), is but a baby in dragon terms, and struggles badly with the foul conditions. She bellows her displeasure as she's swung right and left, her tail flailing behind her as she tries to keep her balance. In his mind, Volterra feels her rage - how dare the wind attempt to control her, the god damned queen of all she sees? She is unused to such competition from the elements, and her desire to dominate them almost overwhelms the young stallion. The conditions are far from ideal for a battle - waterlogged, heavy ground, high wind, a storm. But that only makes the giant more determined to test himself in such adverse weather, because not every battle will happen in the sun on flat ground, will it? The black titan draws to a halt in the centre of the beach, and his massive hooves immediately begin to sink. He shrivels his nose in disgust and flips his head like a metronome, swinging his sodden mane around him like a whirlwind. The patterned skull on his face at least prevents water getting into his eyes, which could prove to be an advantage, but the rest of his body is so drenched that his obisidian flesh seems to glow. Will anybody heed his battlecry on this most unpleasant of evenings? He arches his thick neck and releases a stallion's scream into the stormy heavens, standing like a sentinel against the forked lightning as he waits to tangle with whoever is brave enough to face the elements. "" _______________ Spar for @Grimalkin ! Magic and companions okay (if you're fine with that), set in the Endless Blue in heavy rain and a storm at night. 0/3 |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
