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DRAGONSBREATH

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[/b][/font] [/font] he called out, lifting himself from his bum and poking his head out of the den with a hiccup of fear as he flipped backward and sped off back into the hay that covered the floor. he'd never seen such a sight, being that his heart told him to stay where it was warm and where food was. "Mummy! Come back inside b-before the green gets you!" oh heavens, he didn't want his dear ole mother getting hurt! he had to do something! it was his job to take care of his mummy! "W-Wait mummy! I'll save you!" he puffed out his little maine coon chest, dashing forward and leaping out into the light.


but the truth was always a brutal one. for his mother was dead, the only mother he'd ever known was an old woman who happened to be doing her rounds when she found him practically dead by the border... thank the stars for that. "Mummy?" he titled his head, little nose drenched in sunlight as he looked up at the bluebird egg sky as the bitter scent of sulfur hit him like a baseball bat. Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood plastered on the trees, blood on the leaves, grass, crimson coating the rocks and touching the stars. Of course he didn't understand, he wasn't meant to, they didn't want him to... And that was alright.


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"What the...," The amber eyes of the brute batted rays of light as he stretched out upon his den floor, the crisp smell of morning leaking onto his face as he let out a wincing whine. It had been a nightmare, more of a flashback of sorts in which he only wished he could clear his mind of. His ashen-smoke fur was ruffled and shaggy, sun-kissed eyes filled with insomnia and angst wander. He needed to get up, he needed to start the day with his clan and he was already running late. "What bloody time is it? Where are the rest of the c-clan mates?" By the time he made it to the entrance of his den, he was sure twenty minutes had passed, which probably didn't give him such a great image. He walked outside, letting out a short, soft yowl-of-a-yawn before flopping down and letting his massive paws dangle off the edge of the high-rocked den. From here he saw everything, from here he watched his pack mates run and scramble around with the 'joy' they should have. But he? Oh no. He had no time for joy, he had only time to focus. "I suppose it's time to send a herb patrol out... Not that it would help any... There's so much work to do." He yawned, pawing at his face before whining and laying his head back upon his paws, surely enough the sleepy tom had fallen back to sleep. [/ul]

[ english accent ] [ mood: tired, overwhelmed ] [ unoffical leader ] [ male ] [ 30 moons ] [ tags: none ] [ location: den ]

[ picture of dragon is located here ]