LONELY HOURS - open; fire release

[rhosmari]

Making a home here didn't seem to be a problem. The temperature of the place was not harsh upon their thickly scaled bodies, especially with their inner fires keeping them warm. Sometimes he had an excess of fire that he needed to release from time to time and build up could be a bad thing within a dragon. It was a good thing that fire did not show in young ones till they were coming of age and he was hoping soon to teach his little ones the lessons on stoking their flames and keeping themselves healthy and strong. His strong body was now on top of the mountain that Snowbound was near and he was so still, wings outstretched as if he was simply a statue. But anyone would know that Valinor was nothing like that of a statue. His talons were dug deep into hard rock as he kept his balance and rose onto hind legs. Like a slow giant the beast rose up and his jaws parted, heated saliva slipping down from the corners of his scaled lips.

First there was only the presence of smoke, thick plumes of heated white smoke that lifted up from his mouth. Almost forming a cloud in the sky as it funneled up from the thick muscled throat of the dragon. Then as if a switch was turned on his throat extending down to his chest began to take on a white glow. Fire spewed forth from his throat and into the air like a jet. The intensity of it was sharp and the white flames seemed to shift color but only for a short moment as it was expelled into the atmosphere where it burst into a spectacle of light and vapor.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #C5B358; font-size: 24px;"]— VALINOR ♛

#psychosocial.