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08-20-2016, 09:38 PM
Tyrath As he grew, so did the rate which he left the Throat. His banners raised their feathery reach toward the heavens and the dragon colt flew in the next breath, gone for hours or days. He returned when his appetite was sated, or whenever his wings refused to carry him further — when his hide of scales or fur demanded a bed of sand, the sun as it's blanket, and soft voice of his mother as his lullaby. Most of all, he came home to let his mother know that he was okay, that he was ranging safely from their domain and would always return to her when he could. She was right that he would not be a colt for much longer, but never would she doubt how devoted and beloved she was to her son, that he would always make sure. Apart from Sikeax, Goblin and Valdis, the Throat held no interest for the skull faced colt. Zhu had disappeared, and so had Kid, and Astarot. There is an uncomfortable twist in his stomach as his scaled wings carry him higher over the meadow, jagged teeth bared with an exhaled snort. He wanted them all back, selfishly, possessively wanting to have them all back so that their family would be complete again. They are all he has, when he's older and he has his piles of gold, his battle scars and his rights — it will be them which he shares it with, them he will turn to with a belly full of fire and pride in his eyes. Without them, conquest is a hollow prospect, being a Prince or a King is a hollow achievement if he cannot show them and share the victory. They are strong separated, but together they are formidable, a beast with many heads able to devour and protect one another from those that would do them harm or keep them from what they desired most. His heart is a fragile beast, temperamental as a volcano and as bottomless as the ocean, it is an unending pool of molten magma which rages at the slightest loss, the slightest insult, the slightest sting of feeling left out or being absent. The plumes of fire which roared from his spine and nostrils give a punctuated flare with his emotions. He hated it, but he knew someday it would be a volcano for very different reasons, not the scars left by a careless mother in his first precious few weeks of life, he will ride out this tempest until he is a pillar, a behemoth, a leviathan and he will command it instead. Unsurpised, he finds himself in a dance which took him through the verdant sprawl of the Labyrinth, he had been here once before, when he was a much younger colt. Astarot had been with me, he thought with a bitter note, and where is he now? Undeterred by the sudden memory, his scaled body continued it's flight, he had taken to this form more and more. Less out of practice and more out of need to feel magnificent and powerful, he is much larger when he wears a hide of beaten gold scales, and a crown of numerous horns on his head. He can squash that which torments him, and he can occupy his mind with other things when he is like this. His expectations had been low as he explored, so imagine his surprise when he see's a familiar body whirl into focus as he burst through the bamboo into a verdant field of greenery. Zhu, only this Zhu was bigger, bigger and older. When did he get so big? Where had he gone? Why did he go in the first place? His thoughts snowballed until they all but left him for a wave of happiness to override the erratic questions which threaten to drown him. A bellow ripped from his jagged maw in greeting as hit the ground with an audible thud, burnished talons dug deep as he approached his older brother at what could be considered a canter, for a Dragonling. Claws became cloven hooves with a crack and audible snap of draconian features becoming equine again, the internal fire which raged inside him igniting once more as the magic washed off of him in a blaze of scales and embers. "Where the hell have you been?" I've missed you, you great big oaf. "And when did you get so big?" Crimson pools squinted at the larger of the two as his long tail came to poke at a muscled shoulder, and suddenly he felt like he should of stayed a dragon, he really didn't like being small anymore — though to most colts and fillies, he would dwarf them if he stood beside them now. The sly smile on his fanged maw hopefully let Zhu know that he wasn't all that annoyed with his departure, he was just incredibly pleased to have his big brother back. "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
@Zhu
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