09-27-2020, 12:08 AM
Chernabog
The dark dragon paced before the rather decorative spikes of heads that separated the dark beast from the searing desert. If whoever put them there wanted to keep people out, it was going to fail. Walking up to the picket fence of heads and other gruesome, decaying decor, she placed a talon against one spike, testing the stability of it. Seeing it hardly budge, she let out a harrumph before slipping past the border, delicately stepping between bones, skulls, masks, the whole 9 yards. Once free of the lovely decor, she stretched her wings out. Raising her scowling face toward the sky, she let out a bellowing roar, akin to a string bass being played with a glove.
"Gods... whoever created that 'border' really should've done better. It looks horrendous." She growled to herself, tongue running over her maw. God, the heat was already getting to her - who within her family decided for dark scales? She was too old to remember.
Rearing her head back, she let out another string screech, a much looser one to signify no ill meaning for the time being. her devil's tail flicked back and forth in the sand, and she picked at her left front talon with her teeth.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗