COLDBLOODED KILLER 》JOINING + CAPTURE

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

"I knew someone would bring up the age old cliché." Amusement tinged his words as he walked forth through the massive thorn infested jungle, eyes wide open and sockets holding rolling bluish purple orbs. He knew it was coming, the same tune of if they didn't face them head on they were just simply cowards. Not that their group was simply out witted. That their feeble little brains were not smart enough to think that anything else could happen while they were trying so desperately to gain ground. He was pleased with what they had accomplished, what they had taken to cripple them further and if they had problems well, welcome to dragon central. The Ironfolk could be very devastating on their own. Yet his gaze never once traveled to the captured creature. Instead he was more intrigued with the one that had brought this Typhooner. "Another one, hmmm? We will be full of these pirates before long." Twisting vertebraes of his tail rattled and coiled as the stinger rose up. Smiling bone jaws parted a little and he chuckled lightly. He wondered how mad the sea urchins would be. Although one he had not actually planned to take.

He would let this one decide what he wanted to do with him. "Welcome aboard then, Kliment. I am called Brymstone, through this forest and across the lava scape you will come to your new home. Ore mountains. You can go there at your leisure." If he wanted a tour he could ask for one but he had a feeling that they would rather do things their own way. The Dragon would be keeping an eye on them though. He liked them so far, much like Vale he found their oddities intriguing.

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

Reggan