There's a big white dragon napping in a nest of trees. It's blissfully snoring and has attracted a dozen animals already.
It was not unlike the nature of Innistrad to have such grand beasts roam the lands, but still the elder’s attentions were turned to the massive and IMMACULATE frame. A hue not too different from his bless’d angel’s PLUMES. Why, they seemed serene. He caught himself in a blank stare for moments that seemed to pass unaccounted for. For the creatures that surrounded this one BETRAYED a scene of peace and amiability. Hardly did Sorin allow such to betray his senses as a low growl resounded in his own throat.
He was no fool to face such an ADVERSARY with blade alone. He was no shining HERO and still the other seemed to lay at rest. Were they truly a threat so deep in the wood? What reason had he to fight other than the blatant DISTRUST he held. Ah how conflicted was the Markov. Perhaps it was best to let sleeping beasts lie. And with such a notion did the man skirt around the other’s MASSIVE frame. He wasn’t overly fond of dragons, but he would let this one be.
