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@ohspyro
It’s about to get lit here again folks.
I’m not like you.
She’s been occupied with the twinkling of the night sky, drawing imaginary shapes in the stars. It keeps her mind off of things — off of the lingering sense of dread that clouds overhead. What first alerts her to his rousing is the soft breath, while black scales settle further into the grass. Just as she moves to lay down her head, he fields his question and any inclination towards sleep vanishes. For a moment, she’s silent, leathery wings drawing in.
“ —— No.”
A lack of conviction leaves little doubt to her lie.
“I’m terrified.”
& what is he to do? Pointless is the argumentative array of quibbling his conscience conjures, the lethargy set deep in his bones enough to keep his heart from fighting with his head. Cynder’s actions are mimed, his eyes closing fully ‘pon his accord as his head comes to rest against the soft, yielding grass.
Times like these therein lies the judicious reminisces of Ignitus, ethereally vocal in the recesses of Spyro’s mind to lend aid whenever he may need it.
‘Bᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴅᴅs ʟɪᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs. Oɴᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴛ.’
Perhaps it is Spyro’s age---his lack of wisdom at so young, a mere speck in comparison to the Guardians’ lexicon of knowledge; the plethora of insight Ignitus, Volteer, Terrador and Cyril are gifted with---but he does not think the means to defeat Malefor so simple. ❝...Me too.❞
{ohcynder}
Lidded eyes are alight with the the blanket of stars above. the lush grass of Avalar’s earth underfoot, blades tickling between his toes. The thrum of a distant waterfall roars some distance away, and Sparx, save for the buzz of his wings, is thankfully silent. A plume of smoke billows from what is presumably a fire pit in within the walls of the cheetah clan across the valley.
Lax muscles go taut, the inner machinations of the prophesied purple dragon proving to be quit haunting. A quiet inhale details Spyro’s reticent peril, and it is with a great sudden weariness he turns his eyes towards his companion.
` ❝Cynder? Are you AFRAID??❞
Cynder Boss / TLoS A New Begining
tfw u accidentally answer an ask privately.
OHSPYRO; I AM NOT WORTHYYYYYYYYYYYYY
YOU ARE WORTHY, MY CHILD.
REJOICE AND DO NOT WORRY YOURSELF.
OMG YOU'RE BACK I'M SO GLAD.
HAAAAY.
;{ ofdxlish }
INCONSEQUENTIAL CONSTERNATION---
warps the purple dragon's face at the appeal. Hesitence in the form of tightly drawn brows which eventually gives away and he sits. Sparx flies around in circles above his head. ❝ Well yeah... All dragons speak. ❞
Spyro the Dragon by Laur-
doodled a dragon baby to kill some time
http://umbbe.deviantart.com/art/Spyro-the-dragon-401021437
Cuties.
The fuckin' tumblr update aka why. I couldn't find the html thing for a second and I panicked.
Gonna revamp this blog! i.e. fix up my theme and hopefully make it look a little less barren. 8) And then I'll follow 37482 people and reblog my promo thinger again.
And egg thief from Spyro. These guys were the bane of my existence like no frick you, how the HECK are you just gonna run around IN FULL ROBES like trip on a rock or SOMETHING you SMUG ASSHOLE!