The white dragon flies overhead, faster than Abraham had ever seen her move. Their bond is fuzzy, muted by her desire and haste. The young stallion does not understand completely, but he follows. He trusts her completely, and whatever was powerful enough to catch the attention so fully of his bonded was definitely in need of their presence. The titan moves over ice and snow at an impressive clip, his remaining amulets slamming against his neck with no grace or carefulness. Gwyneverre pushes the stallion further, chirping and growling intensely in the sky above him. Smoke billows in the distance and Abraham's dual colored eyes narrow with determination, his head thrusting forward as he kicks himself into overdrive.

By the time the pair arrives others are gathered, peering down into a hole. Abraham cares not for who is gathered, though he recognizes some, and he pushes into the group. The massive boy is not mindful of whom he moves out of his way, but his hulking shoulders do push as Gwyneverre darts before him. It is a dragon. The egg--it is gold. The mother...she has abandoned it. We need it. The white dragon woman cries, fiery eyes flashing into the hole before she snakes her opalescent body with ease through the opening which others were trying to pry open further. The monochrome sets eyes on the young red, attempting to distract the albino mother, and she stays silent. The red will be the target of the albino mother's fury, and the white will let it happen. The foolish runt will die in flames he is too young to create and Gwyneverre will fly away with the golden child. Her eyes--with wide, curious pupils--set on the golden egg, covered in dust and ignorance, for a moment before she twists her body and grasps the wall. With her powerful back legs, Gwyneverre claws at the hole's opening with her back claws and fingers. She attempts to open it wide enough for her to lift the egg out, to give take to the skies, and for her and Abraham to leave with their prize. With a hiss, Gwyneverre slaps away the cloak that attempts to cover her and scoop towards the egg. She gives a warning growl out to whatever bitch is attempting it, but continues to dig.

You were gifted me because of your strength, you deserve a golden to share our bond. Gwyneverre was not jealous in this trial, in fact, she was pressing her stallion into something he was not sure he wanted yet. However, as he stood looking down into the hole, watching as Gwyn clawed at the opening, his mouth waters and his body shudders with the desire. He can see glimpses of the egg, its hidden beauty calling to him and pulling at his heart. This will be his egg. He deserves it. He is Abraham the Leviathan, and he is a king, and he will be bonded to the gold. He does not look at the others--but he can sense them, smell them--but they do not matter to him. Only the egg matters, and finally as his and Gwyneverre's bond is focused in on the same task, they are perfect.

[Gwyneverre tries to claw the hole open more, and tries to slap away the cloak, while Volterra's dragon distracts the mother.]

Wishlist -- Can bond to two companions -- Using eight (8) of my Extra VOTG rolls please -- No prior refusals.