jumpygrumpy: (PLEASE)
Estinien Wyrmblood ([personal profile] jumpygrumpy) wrote 2020-11-05 04:33 pm (UTC)

[If it should come to that. Those words still reached him before he went under. If it should come to that. He trusted Aymeric enough to know what the rest of that promise was, the one lifeline he could still cling to.

Nidhogg, however, had now regained full control, Aymeric's blood seeping into the wyrm's mouth. He'd forgotten the very existence of the Temple Knights, only concerned with metting out swift and violent justice for what was perceived to the rancor driven spirit as yet another act of treachery.

It was only when the knight's swords met with his wings that he was reminded that it wasn't just him and the dragoon's dear friend out here. In a bid to gain room, the massive wings flared, the wyrm pulling himself sharply away from Aymeric to throw himself back. Wildly, the beast tried to strike at them, attempting to catch them with the leathery and bony ridges of the wings themselves as he was forced back and away from Aymeric.

Blood stained the snow, stained him, painting both his armor and his chin. A nightmarish, ghoulish sight, the dragon's cursed eyes embedded in the dragoon's armor spinning rapidly left and right in order to keep every player on the field in sight.
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