01-15-2021, 11:36 AM
FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"
The Dragon often found himself within the second floor of the Sanctuary. It was where those that were in consideration were often housed and well, he needed to know just who those individuals were. Where their strengths lied. Were they loyal to the Ironfolk or was there more to it. Each day that passed they were growing stronger and stronger, and their numbers were increasing. He was proud to be their King and he would stop at nothing to bring about their golden age. Their moment of prosperity. He just hoped that they could face whatever tried to halt them. It was always a dangerous game on this unholy island but he aimed to win it. His ear pulled back as he listened to the vigorous chatter but there was a particular voice that kept shifting, tone and pitch breaking and smoothing. Someone else's voice and then someone else's voice again but always with the same phrases. It drew him away from the crowd and toward calamity as the hellish creation made his way toward what he saw as an entrance to another's room. It took him a moment to enter, nothing to give way to his intrusion simply because he took the time to listen.
He knew whom the voice belonged to and he found he didn't have much patience because he wanted to see vem. To look upon their visage as he always did with almost delight. When he saw Vale he was almost perplexed in what he saw. What stood before him was a skullfaced tiger. Much like himself, much like the thing he had been born as. Yet he didn't find it strange, nor offending. He found it tempting. Was that the word? His head tilted to the side, grinning face always the expression he wore but his eyes, those orbs of haunting light spoke a thousand words. "It looks good on you. Did you settle on a voice? I bet it'll sound just as divine..." He mused with a clatter of bones and dried sinew.
He knew whom the voice belonged to and he found he didn't have much patience because he wanted to see vem. To look upon their visage as he always did with almost delight. When he saw Vale he was almost perplexed in what he saw. What stood before him was a skullfaced tiger. Much like himself, much like the thing he had been born as. Yet he didn't find it strange, nor offending. He found it tempting. Was that the word? His head tilted to the side, grinning face always the expression he wore but his eyes, those orbs of haunting light spoke a thousand words. "It looks good on you. Did you settle on a voice? I bet it'll sound just as divine..." He mused with a clatter of bones and dried sinew.
AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW