ALL THEIR CRIES WILL GO UNHEARD
News of the disappearing wolves around Starfall made the Dragon King on edge. Were they passing away from the plague? Surely they would have left a trace, a body, like poor sweet Elsa. His daughter he shared with Lahmer, one of them at least. And she was gone forever. He lived in fear of losing his other children, especially being him and Lahmer had just had five more. The pack was growing it seemed overnight. In all the silence, couples were forming. Even Daenerys and Ghost, the unlikely pair at first.
The Dragon King sighed, his throne of melted iron was growing cold with the winters blistering wind. The plague was over now, it ended earlier in the week. Their casualties were slim, but certainly impactful. Hopefully new wolves would seek homage since then. Mori had found one already, a strange girl wanting to enter the dragons den. She resembled an insect. But so soon since then, another call rang into Drekistone, another female. He grinned at the opportunity, his giant, pitch black body taking off into the sky.
Perhaps he was too excited, soaring after the call as it came to an end. He could see a likewise shadowy form just near the tree line, towards the sea. His wings beat loudly as he slowed to land, warm skin melting the snow under his paws as he did. He lifted his head with pride, looking over the young female, a kalak, and not a dragon. Had Andreja not shown him dragons could come in other forms, spiritual forms, he might have dismissed her. Instead, his hellish gaze bore into her golden eyes from behind his skull mask. She too shared one. Interesting. "I am Balerion, King of Drekistone, home of the dragons. What is it you seek here, young lady?" His deep voice spoke out to her, his banner raised high with pride and honor.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BUT YOU ARE ALL TOO WORTHLESS
THE BLACK DREAD
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