|| Eᴀsᴛᴏɴ ||
Again? Dammit! Easton tugged against the rope. "You can't do this!" He yelled. "My dragon will die without that herb! You're killing her!" He kicked at the tree furiously. "No!" Almost in a hysteria, or like a kid throwing a tantrum. Jessica was so weak already. With that herb gone...she was dead.
|| Wᴀʀʀɪᴄᴋ ||
A sharp grunt emanated from the golden dragon. The tail tip smacked clean against his hardened scales--not enough to stab through, thankfully. The blow would have easily cleaved his heart in two had his scales been any softer. It dented the gold pebble-like scales slightly, but it knocked the breath out of Warrick. He paused for a moment, then narrowed his yellow eyes, snarling.
I wanted a challenger, not a pathetic weakling. The dragon churred, looking for a furious response. Then, he lunged, jaws spread wide. They connected with the edge of Shadowthorn's shoulder and he bit down heavily, seeking to tear flesh, muscle.
I wanted a challenger, not a pathetic weakling. The dragon churred, looking for a furious response. Then, he lunged, jaws spread wide. They connected with the edge of Shadowthorn's shoulder and he bit down heavily, seeking to tear flesh, muscle.




