Thalassa
Having been one of the many participants of said 'disruption,' it should come as no surprise to anyone that Thal was raising hell through King's End once again. She dove from the sky in her lyvern form, snapping her powerful jaws around a puff of white and rainbow feathers that set a cloud of Dream Birds scattering in her wake. They screeched and flapped in a flurry of rage and fear as their friend was lost down her throat in the lingering taste of blood and plumage. If she wasn't ten times their size, they might have considered avenging their fellow avian, but her roared warning sent them racing for the skies, stark against the bright blue.
She landed beside the tree line, her eyes following with a rumbling purr of satisfaction, her tongue darting out to lap at the pieces of Dream Bird clinging to the black scales of her maw. It was just as they were disappearing behind the crest of a hill that she spotted a familiar figure among the peaceful fields, regal and stoic with his golden skin glistening in the sunlight. After the ups and downs of recent weeks, Thal had to dampen her excitement for seeing a friendly face.
Her head lifted as she launched from the ground; the membranous black of her wings cast a shadow over the grass, elegant and gentle with the glide of her figure. No longer roaring and snapping, she was quiet as the rustle of the grass, a whisper on the wind, and when she came to Hadama's side, it was with an equally graceful landing shift that rolled into a casual pace at his side.
The dark waves of her hair catch in the soft breeze as she smiles at him, friendly in her own snarky way. "Hadama. Didn't expect to see you so far from Torchline."
She landed beside the tree line, her eyes following with a rumbling purr of satisfaction, her tongue darting out to lap at the pieces of Dream Bird clinging to the black scales of her maw. It was just as they were disappearing behind the crest of a hill that she spotted a familiar figure among the peaceful fields, regal and stoic with his golden skin glistening in the sunlight. After the ups and downs of recent weeks, Thal had to dampen her excitement for seeing a friendly face.
Her head lifted as she launched from the ground; the membranous black of her wings cast a shadow over the grass, elegant and gentle with the glide of her figure. No longer roaring and snapping, she was quiet as the rustle of the grass, a whisper on the wind, and when she came to Hadama's side, it was with an equally graceful landing shift that rolled into a casual pace at his side.
The dark waves of her hair catch in the soft breeze as she smiles at him, friendly in her own snarky way. "Hadama. Didn't expect to see you so far from Torchline."
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
