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01-25-2013, 04:07 AM
Draconic eyes glare at the stallion, as three sets of slitted optics bore into him, one from the dragon-stallion, one from the large golden dragon that stood beside him, and one from the little queen that perched herself upon the aforementioned dragon-stallion. The wing that draped itself over her bodice was not pushed away, and so in that sense, it was welcomed, accepted, cherished even. A snarl still curled the large dragon's maw, pointed teeth visible beneath the softer, leathery scales that made up her lips, as the scent of blood seemed to fill the cave, threatening to choke her, suffocate her.
The fish-stallion spoke, and the dragon realigned her attention to him, as if only just recalling, again, that she was here not to eat but to interrogate. The conversation that resulted left the beast with a low growl, the snarl deepening; somehow, this stallion had just managed to not only trespass into territory where he was not welcome, but also gain the names and titles of the Leader and her mate. She wasn't annoyed at Vikram, not really - she was hot-wired from restraining the predatory urges that attempted to take over her. She would quell one wave but then need to control another stronger, more violent, insistent wave soon after. This fish-horse should be damn grateful the mare had a lifetime of self-restraint and control under her belt. "Who are you?" It was a short, simple demand, one that showed she was not interested in long tales nor petty excuses; this dragon-mare wanted to know who the fuck was bleeding all over her land in the name of exploration. With a huff, she accented her demand with a puff of smoke exiting her slitted nostrils, serpentine curling and unfurling as with each passing second she tilted her tiara to view him again, each time from a slightly different angle, though no less penetrating. larfsalot.deviantart.com |
