: THERE'S A MAN WITH AN AXE, STANDING IN THE RAIN

THERE'S A MAN WITH AN AXE, STANDING IN THE RAIN

Posted by R A D K E on February 7, 2023, 12:35 am, in reply to "mother, where are you today?"

HIDING FROM THE GALLOWS
YOU HAVE TO FIND A BETTER WAY

The days grew dim and dull every time the sun rose. His mother was dead, his brother long before that in the war. But his mother, she had just found something good for her. A mate, and they were to have children. She bore two more sons, and it killed her. He couldn't help but feel it was an attempt to replace him and his brother. Though he was sure he was a living, breathing product of Beartooth forcing himself onto her. It was tiring, he too was a child of the tyrant-like king. Hell, he looked just like him, just with his mothers bloodline.

That was before he was changed. As if his mother knew he hated to see himself, he hated what he looked like and that he resembled the king at all, he was turned into something beautiful. His pelt showed in colors of deep violets, glowing and twinkling with stars. He had wings still, but no longer bird wings. They were dragon wings. At first he was revolted, thinking it was his mothers spirit who had changed him to resemble him more into her mate Mori. But the more he looked at himself in the reflection of the still waters, the more they grew on him.

These wings were strong enough to take him away from Tarben, something that made him hopeful. Just as he reached the icy tops of the mountains did he hear a call from Balerion. He was departing Tarben, and calling dragons. He had a doubt, but the thought of leaving the dead end of his father leading them into wars pushed him forward to Balerion. As he got there, a small child spoke up. She resembled one of his half siblings, but also the Delta Wendigo. “I am Seraphina, born of the Danes, a dragon, I’ve come to fight with you.” His head craned at her, a child fighting? Another dragon swooped in, perching on stone. She was silvery, beautiful. "Balerion, it's been some time. Perhaps too long. Is the little one yours? Whatever your plan may be, I will follow you brother."
The comet dragon kept his eyes on the black dread, seemingly full of rage. Then he saw the ruby colored one, remembering that she was one of Guineveres - The woman he was supposed to be mated to before she disappeared. "She is not, but I am of his kin. So is my sister, I am Meyles. I will fight with you, both of you." Radke's eyes looked to the Dread once more. "It wouldn't be our first fight together, I am with you."

Walk, "Talk", Think.