HEAVY IN HEART // spar

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

Loud was the howling silence that had come after the fall of their former King. The Pit left to become dust ridden and uncared for. It was an unnatural thing and an unfair time for them all. But he hoped to fix things, to potentially make it better. After all be too felt the rising need that the stagnation had fostered within him. The feral instincts that had once been allowed the freedom to show themselves. Fights that clashed them together and the feeling of blood matting his fur. Often did they pick fights with him and often did he show them what a dangerous idea that was winning or not. The poison he could inject was not lethal but there was little reason for it to be when it caused excruciating pain. It made muscles spasm and he would watch then writhe. Here and now the Dragon was making his way among the people, finding his path. Licking his bone jaws as he thought of timed that had professed their strength. Damn was he hungry to have that again.

His dark gaze spotted the wild cat and he paused, taking in the old scent of blood. The bellowing from below as clinking claws stepped forth. He could feel the anticipation. The need. Shaking himself he would settle down and lift up his metal cased claws lightly,  jestingly prodding at him. "To commemorate our new beginning how about you and I throw a show, Dylluan? I'm sure the rest of the Ironfolk will appreciate it." He wouldn't mind a tussle with the tiger. Someone he had respect for and could actually understand among the crowd he now ruled over.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan