and on to the glory at my right hand
So this is how it is. Something harsh and white glows in the reptile's throat, threatening to bubble up and burn its way out through his jaws if he doesn't keep it in check. I won't fight you. I'll kill you. Once there would have been nothing but sad truth in the words, but monstrous as Ronin has become, right now he sounds spitefully proud of the fact. Don't worry, then. I'll see myself out.
His wings fan out wide, the dragon rearing up onto his hind claws, rows of jagged teeth snapping at the air. Ronin knows how to fly from the phoenix - those instincts are there, at least - and he beats down hard with his wings at the same time as his bulk leaps into the air. Enjoy your twins, all safe and sound in the Greatwood. Perhaps there's a shard of pain there, of the feeling that feeds the dragon. But lost in something as unknown as this, there's no pit for Ronin to be thrown into.
There's only the open sky, and anything that dares to get in his way.
His wings fan out wide, the dragon rearing up onto his hind claws, rows of jagged teeth snapping at the air. Ronin knows how to fly from the phoenix - those instincts are there, at least - and he beats down hard with his wings at the same time as his bulk leaps into the air. Enjoy your twins, all safe and sound in the Greatwood. Perhaps there's a shard of pain there, of the feeling that feeds the dragon. But lost in something as unknown as this, there's no pit for Ronin to be thrown into.
There's only the open sky, and anything that dares to get in his way.
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