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ＯＷＮＥＲjesdar16
ＳＨＯＷ ＮＡＭＥDragon's Wrath
ＢＡＲＮ ＮＡＭＥOrmarr (means "serpent army")
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ Stallion
ＡＧＥ7 years
ＨＡＬＴＥＲ ＣＯＬＯＲKeep
ＰＥＡＲＬ ＣＯＬＯＲKeep
ＭＯＶＩＥ ＤＲＡＧＯＮ ＧＩＦ
Hargrid from Harry Potter's hatchling, Norbert.
ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥ ＤＲＡＧＯＮ ＰＩＣＴＵＲＥ
Probably the red western dragon, I have a preference for the four legged winged dragons over the eastern Chinese dragons and red is my favorite color. They are usually the guardians of fire which is one of my favorite elements, and they come off as powerful and glorious.
ＦＩＲＥＷＯＲＫ ＤＩＳＰＬＡＹ ＧＩＦ
I personally like this gif, it's very neat and not-overwhelming, compared to the blinding light of other fireworks
ＮＥＷ ＹＥＡＲＳ ＦＥＳＴＩＶＡＬ ＰＩＣＴＵＲＥ
Lantern festival that takes place at the end of the Chinese New Year festival
ＥＸＴＲＡＳOrmarr's PersonalityOrmarr is fiery, hotheaded, and unpredictable. He is always on the move to find something to take charge of, and he is a huge control freak. Ormarr loves being leader and hates following. He has this domination motive where he must always win the competition, always come out on top, always better than others. He is quite narcissist and believes he is better, stronger, and more powerful than everyone around him, and therefore believes he should be in possession of power. He wants to control and rule.
He is very unpredictable in what he might do, and he is easily angered. Ormarr prefers being alone and away from those who are a threat to his power.
Paddock ScuffleNiko's hooves stamped at the ground in warning. The other horses grazing around him lifted their heads, grass falling from their lips.
'What is it?" One of them asked, a large grey stallion by the name of
Storm.
"It's him." Niko whispered, cautiously keeping his eyes away from the approaching horse and dropping his head to graze. Storm's eyes widened and he did the same, hurriedly plucking at the grass.
"Well, well well." A drawling, harsh voice scored through the comfortable silence. Niko winced. "We've got the silent AND the pseudo-stallion!" Both horses looked up to meet the large buckskin stallion's cold purple eyes.
"What do you want, Ormarr?" Niko snorted, pointedly stamping his hooves.
"Just the admiration of my subjects." Ormarr replied coolly, swishing his tail. "Is that how you should treat your leader?"
"I have no leader." Niko replied angrily, jumping to the defense. "You are definitely not worthy of being one!" He blurted out, immediately calmed by the comforting touch of Storm's coat against his own.
"Niko, you really shouldn't be making such accusations if you're not even capable of dominating a mare. You can't sire foals, pseudo-stallion!" Ormarr stuck his face dangerously close to Niko's, who glared at him. "Mares are meant for us. For us to breed and bear our foals. If you can't control a mare, you're not a stallion."
"Why should mares be controlled?" A dangerously soft voice entered the conversation, and Ormarr's ears pricked. The sickeningly sweet voice of
Sierra, a popular mare on the ranch, became more clear as she slid up. "Do you dare treat me as an object for your use?" She challenged him, her tail swishing in anger. Behind her came her youngest and her only daughter,
Melody.
"What other use do you have?" Ormarr spat back. "Mares can't do anything other than bear foals. Stallions do all the work and we dominate the entire barn!" He reared, slashing his hooves. "Do
you dare defy
me by disobeying me, slave?" He snorted in her face.
"You know what stallions are good for? Having half a brain. Most of them do. You don't." She stated bluntly, gesturing towards the two angry stallions beside her who had joined up. "Stop being a bully, Ormarr!" Storm whinnied, slashing his hooves angrily. Niko had turned around with one hoof cocked, as if he was preparing to kick at the larger dragon-stallion. Ormarr shook his head.
"You're not worthy of being my subjects. My subjects obey me without question and give me their undying loyalty!" He roared, charging Sierra and crashing into her. "You'll see what happens when a puny, weak
mare defies me!" The big buckskin stallion let out an angry neigh as he bowled Sierra over, earning a gasp from Melody. He reared in the air, preparing to plunge his heavy hooves into Sierra's undefended body.
"NO!" Melody shrieked, rushing forward and throwing her entire body onto Ormarr's. She was well muscled from galloping around as a yearling, and she threw her weight into Ormarr, causing him to stumble and lose his balance. He toppled over with a crash, and immediately the others were upon him in a circle, their hooves ready to crash into his body if he dare attempt to recover. Sierra shook out her coat and pushed her nose affectionately into Melody's shoulder.
"Stop bullying others into doing what you want them to do, Ormarr!" Niko shouted. "Just because I can't sire foals doesn't mean I'm not a stallion. Just because Sierra is a mare doesn't mean she's weak. Just because you're a stallion doesn't mean you can bully others!" He placed his hoof on Ormarr's trembling flank.
"If you promise to leave us alone and never treat us like this again, and never call us your "subjects", then you can leave." He said, placing his muzzle close to Ormarr's.
"I promise." Ormarr croaked, his body heaving.
"Good." Niko beckoned with a jerk of his head and the horses backed away, leaving Ormarr to get up on his own. His tail dragging in the grass, Ormarr left. He looked back once, an angry gleam in his eyes.
My revenge will come..(dragon pixel credits: DragCave)
(the dragon pixels I used were from my DragCave account)
<- From the Harry Potter series <3
