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[PRIVATE] rage, rage against the dying of the light

Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
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THE INDOMITABLE

HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE

His is a stallion's roar, a fierce bellow that quakes the earth around them and rivals even the thunder of the storm overhead. He is the Indomitable, warlord, king and dragon-lord, and the notion that this woman is resisting him.... Rather than her evasiveness irritating him, though, it fills him with a fire of the sort he's not experienced in far too long. Sometimes his whoring gets a little too easy, but Azulee is not going to stand for him without him earning it.

She will not bend, not unless he makes her. The idea of doing so makes his veins burn with molten fire, lust pouring like a river through every last iota of his massive frame. Dominance floods through him, enhancing each muscle, each rippling line and hard inch of him; he is not a king anymore, but he will rule her.

Her massive wings raise like a canopy over them, and he senses that she is ready for battle. Excitement bids his ears to flatten and another savage roar to erupt from his clenched jaws, swinging his white-painted head to fling his sodden forelock out of his eyes so he can see their newfound arena. She launches a bite at his shoulder and the titan feels his flesh crumpling underneath her teeth; pain mingles with pleasure and almost makes him weak at the knees. Remembering their fight, when her wing had dealt him a hearty smack across the chops, he has the foresight to duck out of the way so the feathered appendage soars harmlessly past.

He swings his hindquarters, sliding across the grimy ground to try and face her. Without missing a beat he lunges forwards, his chest hunting for hers to try and bully her backwards into his earthen wall to try and trap her like a caged animal; rock behind her, a walking fortress in front of her. His eyes blaze as he seeks to plant a series of salacious nips upon her neck and withers, bites that are aimed to induce ecstasy as much as agony.

image by neverr the glorious


@Azulee

[ 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 ]





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RE: rage, rage against the dying of the light - by Volterra - 07-07-2017, 03:49 PM

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