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06-10-2016, 09:45 PM
There are a lot of things running through his mind, as molten pits of blood glance over each gleaming scale and take in the shape of each ivory claw. The boy will know each scale, each defining feature of this form so he knows himself thoroughly. He tries to imagine what he will look like when he is fully grown, how giant he will be and how magnificent he will look in the air. A King of the sky, a conqueror who rode the winds and unleashed hell on those that dared to defy him or his family. That is for another time, an internal sigh accompanying the thought, he is just a hatchling right now. Now, he must learn and take to heart everything he hears and sees. He's an intelligent boy with a thirst for knowledge, he will learn to perfectly balance both mastery of the physical side of life and that of the cunning shadows. So he eagerly nodded when Volterra told him to practice transforming, clawed paws settled against the dirt once more, the razored tips becoming stained with blood. "I will practice every day. Until I can't feel the ache or the pain." Let his mind harden against the sharp pain which needles against him when he transforms, as it did just then, he's under no illusion that the first time is simply a one off. A bit of pain and then there's nothing but sweetness? Foolish, the young boy knows this, there's a price for everything, every time you use it. Good things must come to an end, the magic leans heavily on him until it recedes back to flickering, humming warmth within his blood. Scales ignite slowly, like an inferno gaining momentum, burning the glorious gold to ash and in their place regrows the fur pelt he was born with. It's still as painful as his transformation is, and he inhaled a sharp breath through gritted teeth. A thousand needles, he'd say it felt like, pushing against his delicate young skin. It's merely a distraction which comes to an abrupt end when the deep baritone of the others voice reached his ears. Giving him permission to ask what he wanted to know about dragons. What didn't he want to know? He wanted to know each colour, what magic they weilded, for surely such magnificent beasts did not just call fire and frost to their aid? Were females different from males? Were they all as ferocious as his red, or as cuttingly cold and regal as the golden? "Are they all red and gold or can they be any colour, is there a particular meaning behind each colour?" He began, mulling over his thoughts, trying to put them into words which would both make sense and not bombard his father, "what are the differences between male and female Dragons?" He comes to a pause once more, pupilless eyes settled on the muscular red for a moment. "Would you tell me how you came to have your Dragons? What are their names?" It would be apt to get to know the dragons which is father has, after all, they are a wealth of knowledge and potential. So that one day when he figures out how to get one of his own, become worthy enough to call the scaled creatures to his own aid, he may know how to work in tandem with them and show them what they together could become. "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
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