ALL THEIR CRIES WILL GO UNHEARD
His massive frame looked surely like a demons as he moved toward a cliff that jutted from the snow and ice atop the mountains. His cranium tilted toward Tarben. "Beartooth, Soraya!" He called. "I thank you for taking me in as your own, but I fear my stay will only burn your empire. I must expand my own." His grin was wicked, unhinged as he heard his call echo into Tarben. Surely Beartooth would hear. He would not make an enemy of the pack who cared for him when no one else did. Instead he would build with them. He just needed land, and an army. His hellfire like orbs peered to the darkness of the night across Starfall. He could see everything from here. His anger was beginning to boil once more before he let out a mighty roar, fire spewing outward toward the realm.
Flames dancing still around him, he grinned once more. Rumor was there was a small pack, just beside Tarben now. One formed under a tyrant child of a king - That would be his lands. He had heard it was land of the Dragons, not land of the pipsqueaks. So he would take it. Lahmer had shattered him, and like a phoenix he would rise from the ashes. He would become more than some broken man in the icelands. He would become a king, a ruthless man. King of the Dragons. As his cranium fell back, he let out a ghastly call. "Come one, come all Dragons of Starfall! Band with me, Balerion, as your leader! I will bring you to victory!" His call echoed through the realm, and a grin still stayed under his skull mask. His wings stayed high to the sky as his head stayed the same - High and mighty. How many would show would be up to them, but he would make a home for his followers. One they could thrive in.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BUT YOU ARE ALL TOO WORTHLESS
THE BLACK DREAD
| TIED TO LAHMER | FATHER TO FIVE | TARBEN MUTT | METALHEAD |
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