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08-17-2016, 09:11 AM
Tyrath Scales gleamed in the Tallsun rays, the light casts off them like a thousand shimmering pieces of gold and precious metals, his breath his distorted, a rumbled roll of thundere deep in his gut as leathery wings keep him afloat in the sky. He reveled in the feel of how it rolled through and over his spinal crests, taloned feet instinctively clenched and released as he weaved through the sky on the lightest of tilts. He practiced when he could, shifting between one form and the next, perfecting it as he learned to control and dampen the pain. He finds it ironic, that the Dragon's Throat does not have it's namesake dwell within it's sun scorched lands, and that he is the closest thing that currently resides there. Perhaps it'll be he, who will bring the coveted winged creatures back to their rightful home. Perhaps he won't, but for now he enjoys being the only Dragon within this harsh terrain, content to whirl upon heated vents and scare unknowing herd members with a well placed shriek. He heard it on the salt wind, the undeniable call that could only come from his father's throat. At first, confusion wracked through his brain, didn't Volterra hate the heat? Wasn't that why he remained in the deep forest and the fringes of the North? Wasn't that why he always flew north to see him, rather than the other way around. He paused, his tail gave a leisured stroke as his scaled head turned toward where the sound had carried. It had definitely been his father, it couldn't of been anyone else, and as he finally begins to fly closer, the familiar glint of red and gold confirms it. At first he wondered how the behemoth had managed to get here, to swim across would be suicide, between the churning waters and the beasts which dwell within the deeper depths, only the foolish would dare. No, he had a key, he was sure of it. Which begged the question, if he had a key, who had he taken it from? It hadn't rolled into his mind just yet that Sikeax would of passed it to him, he'd been in the air since the first breath of sunlit had ghosted over his pale frame, there hadn't been time for his mother to mention or even hint. Still, he was impressed, excited even, that at last Volterra had come onto their territory. He had stepped into lands not his own, familiar and foreign with a sovereign to guard and protect it. He's sure it's a strange feeling for the brute, for reasons known and unknown, and it's all appreciated by his tribrid son. He finally closed in, briefly he spared a thought to the last time Volterra had seen this form, when he was but a small babe who forced the change. He's grown, and so has this form, and how magnificent it looks! He's only spied it in the reflection of the water as he skimmed across the oasis, the impressive jagged horns which pepper his crown and frame his four impressive spires, to the spinal crests and deadly talons. When he's grown, this form will be formidable, worthy of a King. He made it a point to lazily circle the behemoth, close to the ground enough to scatter the sand to the wind, for his talons to dip into the red and white grains, and then in one powerful stroke up back into the skies to bring himself around once more. A draconic rumble rolled from his jagged maw in greeting to the Red and Gold before he landed, scaled feet sunk deep before he righted himself with a large stride forward, wings pulled against his sides. "I see ma gave you a key." It felt weird, to talk and hear a voice that wasn't quite your own, feel jagged and long teeth as they scraped together on particular syllables. Heated crimson pits had spied the key on his neck, the familiar necklace finally clicked in his head. "How do you like the Throat?" Feels just like a Dragon's, doesn't it? He's piss poor at covering how amused he is, he saw the salted sweat which leaked from Volterra like a waterfall, coating him a darker shade of black. "You get used to it, after awhile." "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
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