#flametalon

[sforzie]

some Pokemon pics and memes

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Another bit from my third book, Catlition. This one features the meeting of two of my main villains (of the third and first books).

           Tiggy found himself in a hall much like the one Ventargo’s castle. Except instead of being in a state of disrepair, with mildewed tapestries and moss growing in the cracks between the stones, this place was well kept. The room was lit by three great chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that did nothing to banish the gloom and chill from the corners of the room. Wolves sat at tables on both sides of the hall, facing him with curious and disdainful expressions.            At the end of the hall stood a throne upon a dais, covered in blood red furs. Sitting there was a pitch-black wolf with burning yellow eyes tinged with red.            “Bow before the Wolfking, filthy cat!” snapped one of the wolves who had brought him.            Tiggy bowed so low to the ground that his nose nearly touched it, just as his uncle had showed him long ago. Then he stood up straight, lifting his head to meet the eyes of the Wolfking. The other wolves muttered amongst themselves, no doubt wondering at his arrogance.            He was not going to be some sniveling noble. His uncle had been fierce and cutthroat and risen up through the ranks and this was the only time Tiggy planned to follow in his uncle’s pawsteps.            Finally the Wolfking addressed him. “What business,” he said, in a low, rumbling voice. “Does a cat have with the Wolfking of the mountains?”            “Great Wolfking,” said Tiggy, glad his voice had grown out of its squeaking. “I have heard that you are planning a war.”            The muttering in the hall increased. The Wolfking growled and immediately all was silent. He turned back to Tiggy. “What of it?”            “If you will have me,” said Tiggy carefully. “I believe I could be of use to you as an adviser in this war. You will encounter many different creatures during your conquest, and they will each fight you in different ways. Up in your mountains you have, I am sure, grown isolated from the rest of the world, whereas I have been travelling it for many long moons. I can help you find the best ways to not only conquer your enemies, but demoralize and scatter them as well.”            “Hmm,” the Wolfking tilted his head. Tiggy forced himself not to twitch or look away from those piercing eyes. “Do you not think that an army of wolves, a sight that has not been seen in decades, will not demoralize the creatures in the rest of the world enough?”            “Initially it may,” Tiggy acknowledged. “But creatures will always resist, and since your primary target is the Forest,” he watched the Wolfking closely. “You will need all the help you can get. I have seen the great fortresses there and they are well defended.”            There was silence for a few moments in the wake of his words. Then the muttering resumed. Tiggy focused on breathing evenly and staring into the Wolfking’s thoughtful eyes.            Then the Wolfking began to laugh.            Tiggy’s ears twitched involuntarily, but he refused to let his surprise show on his face. The wolves in the hall, however, gaped openly.            The Wolfking leaned forward, grinning. “I like you, cat. You stride into my halls as if you own them, you look me in the eye- something even my own wolves hesitate to do- and you hold a fiercer presence than half my soldiers. But you are a cat, and there is no precedence for such insolence as yours, believing that we, the wolves of the mountains, need your aid. I ought to kill you here and now.”            “Then do it,” said Tiggy. “I’m not afraid of death.”            There was a pause, then, the Wolfking smiled darkly.            “What is your name, cat?” he asked.            Tiggy took a deep breath. ‘Don’t mess this up.’            He had known that he would need a good name to present to the Wolfking; Tiberius or Tiggy would never do. So, for the past moon or so he had worked to come up with a new name for himself. Something bold and fierce, something that would strike fear into the hearts of those who heard it.            He smiled back.            “My name,” he said, clearly and quietly. “Is Flametalon.”            The Wolfking’s smile widened.            “Then welcome, Flametalon,” he said. “To the service of Cogg the Wolfking.”

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And with that the second part of the book is finished! :D I’ve been really looking forward to writing the third part so I’m excited!

@ash-grimmy @masterfuldoodler @waterglider0

[retrohearts-gaming]

Flametalon of Alysrazor.

[mudmaus]

how does the flametalon look so pretty in the rift HUH

[shikokuboomkin]

Raven Lord line-up. :D I'm the cutest lil boomkin on a Flametalon. 

[shikokuboomkin]

What is your favorite zone in MoP?  For me, it was Dread Wastes. When playing the beta ... I remember when the zone was still closed off and incomplete and my friend and I tried sneaking into the zone multiple times. The overall hue of the atmosphere paired w/ all the blue shades makes this a super appealing zone for me. Plus, it contrasts very well with my mount and boomkin form. :)  While I dislike the bugs and the quests are nothing short of a pain in the ass ... Dread Wastes was visually my favourite zone for MoP. :3 

Ba bawk!