Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Magnificently out of synch emotionally, as per usual, the dragon shift did nothing to aid Maea's inability to read other's responses. She'd asked for a fight and a fight she was getting, in a delightfully quick response. Later she would question the enjoyment she was getting out of this, but in this moment all she knew was the pleasure gained out of this body. Despite its size it maneuvered so well in the air; it was not difficult at all to fold the wings towards her sides and drop downwards, avoiding the menacing claws and retaliating with a swift lash of the whip-like tail towards her foe.
For a moment she plummeted towards the water; then a rumble like thunder rolled over the waves as membraneous wings unfurled and she planed out, roaring with the sheer thrill of excitement. Clearly not taking this seriously, definitely treating the fight like a spar, a game - because why would it be anything else? She wasn't hungry, nor was she trying to kill this magnificent beast.
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For a moment she plummeted towards the water; then a rumble like thunder rolled over the waves as membraneous wings unfurled and she planed out, roaring with the sheer thrill of excitement. Clearly not taking this seriously, definitely treating the fight like a spar, a game - because why would it be anything else? She wasn't hungry, nor was she trying to kill this magnificent beast.
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Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
