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06-25-2012, 10:19 PM
Turmoil was born, the ocean churned around them, beneath them. Though they were surprised at the sudden requirement to hold steady against the thrashing waves and shifting sands, their stance remained unmoved, their bodies firm and strong against the tirade of the sea. Mirage tilted her head up, reducing the amount of saline liquid that might splash up near her eyes, her svelte flutes tilting backwards to prevent an infection borne of the liquid also. A rumbling, the sound of the ocean floor moving, vibrated through them, though Akaith recognised it as a dragon moving, and they braced themselves for what might come.
Inside, they were filled with awe and amazement at what rose before them, both mare and dragon inclined their majestic crowns to the beast, respectful that they were of the draconic species, but also not foolish enough to ever question something that large and carnivorous. Vikram's glance was not lost upon them, a shadow of a smile curled the mare's lips as Akaith stuck her forked, barbed tongue out at the bronze steed, a thick plume of dark smoke exiting her maw at the same instant.
"We stand by Vikram, m'lord, and are happy to aid yourself and he in whatever way we are able." Colourful, rich accented tones spoke steadily to the great beast of the sea, sincere and steadfast.
