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02-12-2017, 12:32 PM
Kind? How boring that would be
"Never could let me outdo you for once, could you." Came his rumbled voice, drenched in amusement. Harcos had alerted him to his father and Astarot, the red had taken to darting ahead of his bonded, pale eyes alight with the desire to explore and know. Young but already filled with bravery and fearlessness he admired, he encouraged it whole heartedly. His bonded must be as strong as he was wise, to stunt him and keep him close would only harm him in the end. He inudated his mind with flashes and silent probing questions everytime they reached a place he did not know, little pin pricks in his mind as he not so subtly tried to find the answers without Tyrath answering outloud.
Blurry images of Red, Gold and Blue had fluttered in his mind, and without thought given he had taken off at a gallop, Harcos had flown ahead, through the undergrowth with a cheerful cry, lithe red body circling twice over head before he tried to swoop low enough to extend his muzzle toward Verzes. He's fond of the Red, and Tyrath had high hopes of him forming a friendship with his Father's dragon, he'd be better for it to have such an assertive and dominant friend to guide him to the top. A wary glance is given to the Gold perched upon her lofty seat, and another chuff is uttered in her direction though as much as the small dragon hoped it would catch her attention, he doesn't hold much hope.
The hatchling returned to Tyrath after his greeting, landing gracefully on his throne of horns as his tailed wrapped posessively around the bony perch. He remains a respectable distance from Astarot and his new companion, a blue, so that they may share the moment. The tribrid has yet to see a blue in the world, that alone tells him that dragon's have not quite become common place. Good, he grumbled internally to, less competition for their's to grow strong. "Congratulations brother, she is indeed beautiful." A chirp echoed his words from his dragon's toothy maw, a small paw extended to wave at the blue to try and get her attention as the crests along his spine rippled and flared.
I aspire to be wicked
@Astarot @Volterra
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