Jul 18
@drgnfiire liked for a starter.
the blood wyrm rises.
a serpentine neck slithers from the shadows, scales as red as a festering wound. and many a blood has been spilt by the great caraxes. crimson lips pull back, teeth like blades giving the impression of a grin. the will to fight always pulses through his veins, through every cell that makes up his titanic body.
"come to me." he says through their bond, almost as thick as familial blood. "i need to fly. i need to feel the wind and taste the tang of the air above."