talon spun into his landing, and a spar of thick black blood followed by a roar rewarded his move. talon's blade had cut the beast's wrist to the bone, rendering his hand useless...dead.
Dragon, Talon
He looked at talon's head with a smirk, flicking his head forwards.
"what happened here? the blood looks fresh..."
talon grunted, smirking. with a wink, he told kiarua about how he was captured, about the kiss.
Dragon, Talon
talon stepped back, grunting. he had killed his fair share of "undead". his thoughts were simple, as always. if it could move, and cause harm....then it could be destroyed.
Dragon, Talon
talon roared, pulling in animilistic rage. the chains pulled taunt with the sound of metal on metal, but held strong. collapsing on the ground talon slept, as the nightmares came again.
he woke again, his feet dragging on the ground.
Dragon, Talon
Walking slowly, talon eyed his surroundings with practiced silence. in the distance he spied a nearby city, the once towering obelisks of stone now nothing but filthy rubble. "...a waste..." talon grumbled, his hand tight on his blade.
Dragon, Talon
talon stood up tall, smirking as the name was mentioned.
"flair? flair sparktooth?"
talon cracked his knuckles as the bigger drake chuckled, licking his fangs.
"the one and only.
Dragon, Talon
talon merely sat watching, mulling over the events that had transpired... and he could only name one faerie who spoke elder draconic.
"...edar iguyo...?"
Dragon, Talon
talon said, giving her a half smile.
"it won't?" logan titled her head, looking up at talon.
talon shook his head. "don't worry young logan, you'll earn a last name in time."
Character Development, Clean, Friendship, No-Yiff, Story Development, new friend, turning, werewolves
Upon hatching, i had fully formed talons and wings, so my father named me for this odd trait. hence, talon was born. but, my father had not long to celebrate. only one reason do my kind dare to enter the cleft... war.
Dragon