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08-01-2013, 10:06 PM
The massive head twisted away from the dragon stallion as he closed with it, diverting his aim to the back of the head. Flesh was rendered beneath his fangs, pouring searingly hot blood into his mouth. Automatically he swallowed, feeling the heat roll down his reinforced throat slowly, slowly. When he pushed away, it coincided with a thrash of the head toward him, propelling the gigantic stallion farther away in his flight over the creature's back.
Fire was spewed from the Salamander's jaws, but was aimed away from Vikram. The bronze steed flew upward to ensure he was out of reach of that banner of flame, intently studying the flailing beast. He grunted as the skin over its back seemed to open up, emitted thick, smokey gas that coalesced into miniature versions of the Salamander. The heat of the smoke filled his wings, aiding his upward climb, and he growled as one cocky smoke-lizard swarmed toward him.
It was then that the molten blood reached his fire belly, igniting the dormant fire within. Devil's blood and god's fire warred inside him, the roiling sensation not unlike the feeling he sometimes got when a meal did not sit well. Up it came, fighting to escape the convines of his belly, until at last the hybrid could resist no longer. Jaws gaped wide as he exhaled forcefully, expelling the unnatural fire.
Blue and white, the flames roared out at the gaseous smoke, searing tender flesh around Vikram's muzzle from the sheer heat. Damn. Don't want to do that again. He grunted and licked his lips to soothe the pain, half expecting the warring fire elements to have ignited the smoke. Boldly he dove, heedless of the threat of the toxic smoke. It expects us to attack from below and the sides now. Perhaps I can sneak in a blow. But he held his breath, eyes narrowed, as he plunged into a repeat of his first attack, aimed for the back of the creature's head.
Fire was spewed from the Salamander's jaws, but was aimed away from Vikram. The bronze steed flew upward to ensure he was out of reach of that banner of flame, intently studying the flailing beast. He grunted as the skin over its back seemed to open up, emitted thick, smokey gas that coalesced into miniature versions of the Salamander. The heat of the smoke filled his wings, aiding his upward climb, and he growled as one cocky smoke-lizard swarmed toward him.
It was then that the molten blood reached his fire belly, igniting the dormant fire within. Devil's blood and god's fire warred inside him, the roiling sensation not unlike the feeling he sometimes got when a meal did not sit well. Up it came, fighting to escape the convines of his belly, until at last the hybrid could resist no longer. Jaws gaped wide as he exhaled forcefully, expelling the unnatural fire.
Blue and white, the flames roared out at the gaseous smoke, searing tender flesh around Vikram's muzzle from the sheer heat. Damn. Don't want to do that again. He grunted and licked his lips to soothe the pain, half expecting the warring fire elements to have ignited the smoke. Boldly he dove, heedless of the threat of the toxic smoke. It expects us to attack from below and the sides now. Perhaps I can sneak in a blow. But he held his breath, eyes narrowed, as he plunged into a repeat of his first attack, aimed for the back of the creature's head.
