ALL THEIR CRIES WILL GO UNHEARD
Among those who beckoned to the Dreads call, was none other than another sister of his. His family roots would run deep in Drekistone, and he was determined to make it more so than Beartooths. A place greater than the Dane lands that were spoken of in unkind tongues. Though Estelles voice brought his eyes to her, anger still flashing through to her. She gave a hand in the reason he was in this mess to begin with, and yet here she sat smug.
“Hello, darling brother, and my lost sister too,” His eyes lingered on her for a few moments, even as the next face arrived. His daughter's voice brought him out, Meyles. Was Andreja here as well? His eyes blinked before looking back to his daughter from his previous fling, Guinevere. “I’m Andreja; I guess I’m your niece. It’s good to meet you, Father . . . I know I’m not a Dracarae, I’m a poor attempt at a dragon. But . . . I am completely willing to fight for you. I want to die knowing I’ve been much more than a failure to my sister and a disappointment to the woman I called mother-I want to help you.” His black form gave a small nod to the girl accompanied by a small grin, she would need to be watched carefully. Unfortunately she was graced with her mothers wings, and not his. In his eyes she was fragile, perhaps he was wrong but in his state of mind he saw the dragons as power.
A silent duo arrived, the woman not speaking or bowing - Though of course they didn’t have a reason to yet. A grin formed on his face as another sibling showed up - Mori. A brother and a brother in arms was always a delight to see, as his speech concluded for the most part, he noticed sadness in Andreja, and his brother's lingering gaze. He turned to his daughter. “Andreja, you put yourself down too much dear. If you do not wish to fight I cannot stop you, you will always be welcomed in my kingdom. You have the appearance of a moth, but you are of my blood. You are a dragon, and someday you will be one on the outside like you are on the inside. Do not squash your self image because of what your birth giver thought.” He spoke sternly, yet softly. His attention would turn to Mori if Andreja had nothing else to say or ask. “It’s good to see you brother.” He spoke. He turned to the two silent dragons. “I don’t think I caught your names.” His voice was gruff. He wasn’t a very welcoming face, though why be welcoming when starting a war.
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BUT YOU ARE ALL TOO WORTHLESS
THE BLACK DREAD
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