WE'RE SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN THE LOST & FOUND
This wasn't his first war, the celestial dragon was ready and well prepared. His gears were running the second he heard Balerions battle cry. All the anger he had in him was fueling his drive to kill. Granted, he had no issue with those who resided here, but he wanted more. Something he would never get in Tarben. A ranking, a home, a woman, he felt he was in a place he didn't belong. He wanted to be apart of something more than a gross infested gene pool that continued the cycle of hatred and r/pe.
While in the sky, he noticed the numbers of the pack were few compared to the army that lit the pack ablaze. His eyes fell to Mori, his mothers last lover before she passed, and a shred of his emotions filled his face before he followed his gaze to the falling bird winged woman. Her neck snapping on impact. ”Too quick. Those little ones – come on. They’re practically begging for it. They don’t want to leave.” For a moment, he hesitated as he saw the teen boys who looked similar to the Queens knight, but also so familiar. He refused to show weakness however, his anger instead fueling the fire as he followed Mori to land.
His head lowered as he stalked forward silently. ”Give me your best little roar.” His icy gaze straightened on the one who shared the same gaze, and for a moment, all he could see was Beartooth. The man who had defiled his mother. He was a disease, a plague. He didn't hesitate to spit fire as the boys roared and ice shot from the wet stone under his feet. Melting the ice between them, just before he lunged for the icy blue eyed male, Tytos. His flames may have been a bit too hot, as he hadn't realized until he was on top of the boy that he had been burned badly. The screaming teens were scorched, as was their pretty little lion manes and blond fur. He grinned before his teeth collided with the teens back, chomping down hard and latching before he broke the spine. The paralyzed teen was hardly able to move, screaming in terror before he finally bit down on the neck and severed the jugular. Watching the life leave the teens eyes as he took his last couple choked breaths, he finally felt better. A breath left his lungs as he looked to Mori, seeing how he was doing with his charred victim. "How was that for too soon?" He gave a bloody, toothy grin.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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OH, WHERE THE FU/CK IS YOUR GOD NOW?
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