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12-24-2016, 06:58 PM
Tyrath It's the first true celebration he's witnessed in his life, colour the newly crowned Prince surprised and just a little bit eager when he glided in to his mother's summoning's. He'd been growing as of late, both in body and mind, and his mind was a thing that never truly stopped for a moment to appreciate anything. Every little tid bit of information or sights witnessed were constantly rolled back and forth, like a dragon rolling a golden coin between it's razored claws. Perhaps it would do him some good for once, to just let go and be. He wasn't going to be a child for that much longer, soon spring would be there, then tallsun and his transformation from colt to budding young stud would be upon him. Bright crimsoned eyes surveyed the decorated area as his wings folded against his ashen sides. His mother had truly done wonders to bring their desert home to list, and he's prompted to do the same. If he's going to get festive, he may aswell give a little bit. It's not much but, he does have a stash of awfully metallic and shiny dragon scales wrapped within a particular knot in his mane and carefully, he lipped a couple free and trotted to the rich green flora and placed a couple of them on. Like baubles on a pine tree. Once done, he settled by the fire, careful that his leonine tail did not become a torch. They didn't need that sort of entertainment this eve, as much as he's sure it would cause amusement among the gathered. "Happy frostfall ma, and apa." While his eyes are pupilless, they floated between the Sultana and the Gladiator respectively. "And to everyone who calls the Dragon's Throat home." "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation |
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