08-02-2020, 09:04 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Trygve had returned from a rather abrupt visit from the Pitt and he was rather angry, his muzzle wrinkled as a loud snarl left the draconic boy's maw. The rage burning within his chest, his eyes down into dangerous slits as a loud huff would leave his maw. He wanted something to burn... No, he wanted someone to burn yet he wasn't able to do that due to the size difference and the fact, it would've been reckless for someone like him. He wasn't skilled enough yet... It bothered him. Eventually, he would go bother Michael about his training. The beta would go around and collect some pieces of wood, he had to cause a bit of destruction to a few of the palm trees, Trygve eventually let out another puffy growl leave his jaws. Once he managed to pile everything together, the sun had dipped down the horizon and the moon would lift into the dark skies... Soon blanketed by the stars. The draconic boy would look upon his work only to twitch his whiskers a bit, the anger still burned within his chest but it had subdued. Ry lifted his muzzle to the air feeling the fire rising from his chest to his throat until the burning of flesh and blood was the only thing anyone would smell.
His snout would wrinkle slowly into a snarl as the flames lapped at his lips, the beta's tail would be lashed to the sides. Eventually, he spat out fire and stepped back watching the fire spread throughout the wood. Purple flames dancing at the top of it all, the fire reflecting in his eyes. He wanted that giant son of a bitch to burn... Soon enough, Trygve would figure something out but for now... The boy would sit down in front of the fire and let out a few coughs. Blood trickling from his maw. That came with the price of breathing fire, he supposed. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
His snout would wrinkle slowly into a snarl as the flames lapped at his lips, the beta's tail would be lashed to the sides. Eventually, he spat out fire and stepped back watching the fire spread throughout the wood. Purple flames dancing at the top of it all, the fire reflecting in his eyes. He wanted that giant son of a bitch to burn... Soon enough, Trygve would figure something out but for now... The boy would sit down in front of the fire and let out a few coughs. Blood trickling from his maw. That came with the price of breathing fire, he supposed. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]