ALL THEIR CRIES WILL GO UNHEARD
The Black Dread was finding the cold mountains great for training his war Dragons. However, he was also finding it time consuming. The cold air made for training to be slow at first. Everyone had to get used to less oxygen in the heights of the ice caps. His patience was running thin as is, but he had some things to get off his chest. His dark, massive frame moved from the highest snow cap. His hellfire eyes set on one thing - Irinas den. He knew things about her, about the war, all of which he would not allow to be associated with inside of Drekistone when they conquered it.
His giant black wings brought his frame down to the fallen womans sleeping quarters. He landed with a thud on the stone, his eyes peering in, assuming she was home. "Irina, we need to talk." He said, his deep voice echoing in. "First, I'd like to ask what your terms are in joining the rebellion. Last I heard of you after the war was that you were knocked down from your throne, and took shelter just with your life to bear your children and live the life of a loner. Why come out to join my cause?" He asked, wanting to hear her answer. He'd wait for her to speak, and answer if needed before going on again.
"You are aware you have many after your head, right? Including your old homes new rulers, Dawnshire likely, and with it the whole side of Dawnshires allies. Hawthorne, Amberbjorne. Three out of four of the largest packs in the realm." He spoke, his head held high as his eyes illuminated behind his skull. "You have a heavy price on your head. Why join a war party just to spite it?" He asked, still standing tall and proud as he awaited his response. Dealing with a woman of such heavy baggage could be detrimental to his plans, let alone keeping a throne.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BUT YOU ARE ALL TOO WORTHLESS
THE BLACK DREAD
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