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ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR
THE DEVIL'S KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR In his mane rests a crimson bundle, all claws and bloodied scales, fierce eyes looking around intently. The forked tail flicks, caressing the colt's neck and shoulders, an area already covered in scars from the young dragon's inexpert claws. Volterra has spent the days since Vérzés' hatching simply getting to know him, getting acquainted with the strange presence in his mind. They are both young, after all, barely accustomed to their own minds let alone each other's, but already the gargantuan youngster knows this bond is everything he ever dreamed of, and more. They are one. One mind in two bodies, destined for greatness. There are countless other dragons here, and Volterra feels desire pounding through Vérzés' head. He wants to interact with the other colours, learn about draconic hierarchy, yet he also feels rather overwhelmed and nestles closer into his bonded's mane. Volterra allows it, not wanting to push the red too far too fast - he will lose his timidness soon, the beastling will make sure of it. Finally he sees his sister and moves closer, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he shifts his body to display Vérzés in all his crimson glory. "Sister," he greets, his voice almost a purr as he aims to press his muscled side to hers. "Meet Vérzés." |
@[Nymeria]
[ 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 ]
