The creatures danced across the water, their tinkling voices asked what did they see. Tyrath doesn't immediately respond, instead he listened to the others and their responses first. Or, he'd like to have listened if his father's next words hadn't drowned them out with the surprise of what left his pitch black muzzle. At first, he wasn't quite sure he had heard Volterra correctly, ashen ear flicked back followed by the arch of his neck, skull masked face turned to pin the larger stallion with his gaze.
There are many things he'd come to expect from his father, as he had listened to Zhu and Kid's accounts and how they had interacted with one another whenever the rarity was that they all crossed paths at once. He knew where he got his drive for power, and his obsession for the winged reptiles which spewed fire and ice. To have his father openly deny himself the pleasure, the opportunity to further his own quest to glory to let his sons forge ahead? The surprise and shock was written over his chiselled features. In his chest though, bloomed a fire of pride and respect for his sire.
A smugness that his father would give up his own bid for him and Kid, he would imagine others would not be so bold to bite back their own desires for magic and power. How proudly he gestured to them as well! Horned head raised higher, and his eyes instinctively go to his older brother. He saw the same confusion that had marked his own face, before the fine lines of everything but confusion and surprise had washed them away. After a moment, his eyes returned to his father and he gave him a thankful nod of his head, his muzzle pulled into a faint smile. The show must go on, Volterra had given up his slot so they may stand upon a higher chance, and Tyrath does not want to disappoint. He stepped forward toward the water, leonine tail swept around him to lightly dip into the shimmering surface, the long strands themselves danced in leisured waves with the current. "I see dragon," He began, the golden chains which dangled from his horns jingled with the motions of his head as he tilted it slightly to the left, as though he was watching the image move, "clutching a gilded skull, with the sun at it's back."
"Talk."
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Oh, to be a dragon— Tyrath
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Seeking an upgrade to his following magic;
[Earth x Dark :: active] :: able to transform into a Gold Dragon.
→ [upgrade] :: can now transform into a Goshawk.
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[DROP] Southward, to the Sea [EARTH MAGIC DROP]
