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08-01-2013, 11:19 PM
The darkness was disturbed by a low rumble, which resolved itself into a hearty chuckle emanating from the breast of an individual that towered over them all. Bronze scales gently reflected the ambient light, and leathery wings rested against copper colored sides that vibrated with the stallion's laughter.
He had stepped from the darkness, his approach covered by the sounds of voices, drawn by the melodic tune of his mate's vocals. And now he stood behind and just to one side of the two assassins, his sheer bulk creating an efficient funnel that would force Hestia to pass between himself and his herdmates to exit the Edge's lands.
Golden eyes gleamed with humor as he watched the Wingleader's display and listened to the nurse's reprimand. "Do you know why Mirage is called the Dragonheart, boy?" His voice was a deep, rich baritone as he spoke, gradually expanding his wings. "It is not because she shares her soul with a dragon. Not because she gave her love to one who is half dragon. Unless you'd like to see first hand, I would suggest you show a little respect."
A saucy grin lit his features, revealing the sharp tips of meat-rending fangs. "You cannot be much of a demon if you haven't the appetite for flesh, though." He stepped closer, a single step. "But I must insist that you do not threaten my family, before I take offense."
He had stepped from the darkness, his approach covered by the sounds of voices, drawn by the melodic tune of his mate's vocals. And now he stood behind and just to one side of the two assassins, his sheer bulk creating an efficient funnel that would force Hestia to pass between himself and his herdmates to exit the Edge's lands.
Golden eyes gleamed with humor as he watched the Wingleader's display and listened to the nurse's reprimand. "Do you know why Mirage is called the Dragonheart, boy?" His voice was a deep, rich baritone as he spoke, gradually expanding his wings. "It is not because she shares her soul with a dragon. Not because she gave her love to one who is half dragon. Unless you'd like to see first hand, I would suggest you show a little respect."
A saucy grin lit his features, revealing the sharp tips of meat-rending fangs. "You cannot be much of a demon if you haven't the appetite for flesh, though." He stepped closer, a single step. "But I must insist that you do not threaten my family, before I take offense."
