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north-peach:
write-it-motherfuckers:
Rage bubbled and boiled beneath your skin as you took in the sight before you. The men were so self assured, confident that no one would be able to stand up to their prowess, especially with your son as their hostage.
The young child’s face was covered in tears as he trembled fearfully, eyes darting around desperately as he bit back sobs, searching for some kind of rescue. Having seen enough, you strode forward, fury rolling off of you in waves as the crowds unconsciously parted for you.
The ringleader finally caught your gaze as he noticed the disturbance, seemingly not picking up on the danger that everyone else was. Smirking cockily, he squeezed your sons arm, laughing as he cried out.
“And what do you plan to do? You really think you can stand up to us?” The man called out tauntingly.
Your rage boiled angrily beneath your skin as his actions, a familiar sensation flickering through your body, begging to be used. It had been so long since you truly stretched.
Something must have shown in your gaze, as the men around him started to shuffle anxiously in place, glancing at each other as they unconsciously stepped back a bit. Oblivious to all of this, the leader sneered yanking at your sons wrist as if putting him on display for you.
“You’re pathetic. What could a weakling like you, possibly do to me?”
Seeing the look in your sons eyes, something inside you snapped, and you turned your gaze back towards the leader. Slowly, your lips pulled back in a devilish smile, baring terrifyingly sharp teeth.
“Me?” You asked with a chuckle, a faint trail of smoke beginning to slip past your lips. Seeing your smile, your son suddenly relaxed, watching you with a slowly budding smile.
“I’m going to burn you alive, then feast on your corpse for frightening my son.”
Your words ended in a vicious snarl as you finally released your control, feeling the oh so familiar change take place. Your son giggled with delight, as always, rather excited to see you transform. The people around you fled in fear, the leader and his men quaking before you as you took your true form.Your dragon form easily towered above them and much of the street once completed, the scent of their fear and your hatchling’s mix distress and joy, filling your senses.
The men and their leader, screamed and tried to flee as they watched you inhale, throat glowing with heat. Now, they finally feared for their lives, as they should. After all, only your son was immune to your particular kind of dragon fire.
All the dragon things.
@akaluan
@wolfsrainrules
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north-peach:
write-it-motherfuckers:
Rage bubbled and boiled beneath your skin as you took in the sight before you. The men were so self assured, confident that no one would be able to stand up to their prowess, especially with your son as their hostage.
The young child’s face was covered in tears as he trembled fearfully, eyes darting around desperately as he bit back sobs, searching for some kind of rescue. Having seen enough, you strode forward, fury rolling off of you in waves as the crowds unconsciously parted for you.
The ringleader finally caught your gaze as he noticed the disturbance, seemingly not picking up on the danger that everyone else was. Smirking cockily, he squeezed your sons arm, laughing as he cried out.
“And what do you plan to do? You really think you can stand up to us?” The man called out tauntingly.
Your rage boiled angrily beneath your skin as his actions, a familiar sensation flickering through your body, begging to be used. It had been so long since you truly stretched.
Something must have shown in your gaze, as the men around him started to shuffle anxiously in place, glancing at each other as they unconsciously stepped back a bit. Oblivious to all of this, the leader sneered yanking at your sons wrist as if putting him on display for you.
“You’re pathetic. What could a weakling like you, possibly do to me?”
Seeing the look in your sons eyes, something inside you snapped, and you turned your gaze back towards the leader. Slowly, your lips pulled back in a devilish smile, baring terrifyingly sharp teeth.
“Me?” You asked with a chuckle, a faint trail of smoke beginning to slip past your lips. Seeing your smile, your son suddenly relaxed, watching you with a slowly budding smile.
“I’m going to burn you alive, then feast on your corpse for frightening my son.”
Your words ended in a vicious snarl as you finally released your control, feeling the oh so familiar change take place. Your son giggled with delight, as always, rather excited to see you transform. The people around you fled in fear, the leader and his men quaking before you as you took your true form.Your dragon form easily towered above them and much of the street once completed, the scent of their fear and your hatchling’s mix distress and joy, filling your senses.
The men and their leader, screamed and tried to flee as they watched you inhale, throat glowing with heat. Now, they finally feared for their lives, as they should. After all, only your son was immune to your particular kind of dragon fire.
All the dragon things.
@akaluan
@wolfsrainrules
(Your picture was not posted)
