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█ ♛ █ — This was a cursed freedom. A lie. The greatest form of deceit. For if he was truly free, he wouldn’t be walking around on this damned human legs, hell, he wouldn’t be walking around at all. He’d be up in th sky, dominantly flying over the puny, insignificant humans and burn everything in sight. But no, here he was, walking in a city he’s been hating for centuries. So damn noisy, these humans. Even from down below, he could get a sense of their stupid human lifestyle and it made him sick knowing he has to live among them. All because his fate-- his freedom-- lies solely on that bearded man that he oh so badly wants to burn alive.
Someday. For now. He turns his rage to the idiot that bumps into him (like hell he admit it was his fault for not paying attention).
Turning his attention towards the unfortunate victim, golden eyes not at all shy in showing its fury, Fiersome glares and spits out a simple yet spiteful: “What.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Who dares bother him when he was already pissed enough as is just by simply breathing as a disgusting human being.













