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IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE He bulks up beneath her stare; his firm, battle-hardened muscles stand to attention and his piercing crimson eyes seem to glow with molten fire. A few months ago, he would have been attempting to bed her straight away, but now...he is beginning to learn the art of self-control, a slow and painful path but one that, nevertheless, he feels obliged to walk along. He is starting to realise that, perhaps, less is more when it comes to mares. Fewer women, but ones that he's closer to, that he knows, that he can add to his harem so he can keep them under his watchful eye at all times and ensure that the children they give him know him as his father from birth. Of course, he'll need the occasional fling, to keep himself sane, but he is beginning to ponder the possibility of getting to know them first. This particular specimen is certainly intriguing. She was the one who approached him, and she seems interested in him and his companions. She steps closer, like a curious little lamb prowling ever closer to the wolf, and he watches her with interest glowing in his ruby gaze. "A pleasure to meet you, Vitani. The red dragon is Vérzés, his golden sister is Vadir." He feels a pulse of infantile displeasure coming from Vadir because he introduced her red brother before her; he snorts his amusement and studiously ignores her outraged complaints. His gaze travels to the dog near to Vitani. It is not a dog like one he has ever seen before, so he assumes it is mythical. Unfortunately, he knows little of none-dragon companions, and he scrutinises the creature with interest. "And what of your companion? I've never seen one like it before." The hound is no dragon, but it is impressive in its own way. |
@Vitani
[ 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 ]
