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See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
You have me. Solomon smiled a toothy, reptilian grin.
I don't think you count, we are one soul. Argen frowned, looking about the meadow. His eyes did not fall on any that were familiar to him--except his blood, the young filly Nymeria, but surely she would stay at her twin's side, and she was too young for the roaned boy to find company in, anyway. As much as he loved foals, and especially his family, he could not see himself being cooped up with them for too long.
Look at that pretty girl. Solomon purred, sending Argen an image of a woman, as strange a masterpiece as he was, painted haphazardly and wildly.
Sighing, but compliant to his bonded's desire, Argen trotted towards the mare. "I am Argen, and this is Solomon," He nodded and then gestured to the bronze dragon perched on his back, "Would you like to partner with us?"
[Argen and @[Astraea] ]
We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don't belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone
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