Waltzing into the Dragons Keep || Masla vs Juvion & Thon
The wind was favorable at present, Masla noted as her wings gave a powerful flap, propelling her forwards. Although the wind smelled of something that had been present for quite a few years but now it was more noticeable then ever before, the dragon noted grimly, as she flew at a slightly languid pace over her domain.
Battle.
Sometimes whatever course a living being took and no matter how hard they tried to avoid it fighting was inevitable. There were different kinds of battles that came with those fights. A being would fight for it’s survival. Or they would clash in a battle of words instead of swords. Words were as powerful as swords, Masla mused to herself, her sharp cat like eyes scanning the ground below her as she kept watch over the territory under her protection.
Catching sight of two figures she growled when their scent hit her nose, a wisp of smoke curling from her mouth as she descended.
‘Intruders!’ She roared, landing in front of them and growling. ‘Begone lest you feel the heat of my flames.’
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