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05-25-2016, 09:17 PM
Invisible brow raised at the velocity the Bronze Dragon seemed to turn, compared to his much larger counterpart. Though young, Tyrath was an astute colt, and unlike others who would of otherwise ignored the Dragon's actions for the sake of tunnel vision and youthful naivety. He noted the way the Bronze drew breath and gazed upon his bonded, scaled face lined with panic. Had he done something to offend the Dragon? Or perhaps it was his bonded who was offended somehow? Did she want to be alone? Did the Dragon not want anyone to join in on their fun? Or poking their muzzle in? An ear flicked back momentarily before it repositioned itself. No matter, he supposed with a mental shrug of his winged shoulders. If he was not wanted around, the mare would surely say something? Send him on his way like his carers in the throat, a short comment and a not so gentle nudge on his flank. If he had only an inkling of this giantess and his pa, would he have stuck around? Who could really say. The lady explained, and pupilless orbs fell back on the Dragon with new found interest. Not that Dragon's were ever not interesting to the youngster. Head lowered to better examine what he was doing, petite hooves all the while carried him a few small steps forward. Tyrath couldn't imagine Dragon's to be able to use a grass whistle, their snouts were either too pointed or two broad, or their talons too sharp or too curved to properly grip the delicate green blade. Though her Bronze one seemed to have managed just fine, up until he blew, and the shower of frost and sparks streamed from his mouth. It provoked a slight jump from the boy, the momentum leaving him a good step or two away from where he had been before. Feathery appendages puffed up from the sudden display as they lifted from his barrel, taking a moment, they fell against, tucked neatly back against his slender sides. "Whoa." The word said in a shaky laugh, muzzle marked with a small grin, it didn't matter to him that the dragon had failed in what he had set out to do. "He breathes frost and electricity?" He fell silent for a moment afterwards, lower lip worried by his upper teeth. "What's his name?" "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
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