Z3R0

many thanks <3

Z3R0

you’re right, my health IS impossible

jokes aside, appreciate it lots <3

taken it upon itself to sit next to me? ” It asked, as if slightly bewildered by their actions.

“ Why is that, hm? Have you come to gaze upon the splendid serenity of such a river? ”

It wasted no time with questions, hardly a minute of breathing room, for the ancestral one was quite curious.

it, “ you will show me how those from ‘Viltrum’ fight.

Impress me, ” its entire body would begin to lift off the ground, draconic energy emitting all across its body, “ and I may spare you. ”

perhaps judgement may yet allude you. ” It demanded, as if to decide whether or not it was worth killing this man.

It knew they were not human, or wyverian, so what precisely were they?

my wonderful works of judgement? ”

Its words echoed ancient eons long since past. This mighty creature was, perhaps, far older than the great Nolan himself.

“ It is all the same to me. I see death in your eyes, I see your filth. You are no mere man. I would like to know where you hail from,

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itself was terrified.

Once it had closed it, its long neck lowered, head now becoming level with the stranger, its blazing eyes shooting a cold glare into the Viltrumite’s very soul.

Then, its voice bellowed out, “ You, of blood and flesh from places far gone, do you stand there to enjoy

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all this god-like dragon sought for: A respite from the gloomy, grey castle of Schrade.

waters surface, as his red eyes stared deeply into his own reflection.

A solemn rest, it laid down comfortably, continuing to watch as the river flowed smoothly.

Albeit, most wildlife around this beast vacated the area, leaving nary a sound. It was scary, yet. . . calming?

Perhaps that is

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another crushed in a smear of red paste, another eaten like a mere snack. . .

And the last one, accepting their fate, would be vaporized as well.

A deep huff followed, the mighty wyvern looking around, rage blazing in its eyes. Rage. That’s what defined it. Ultimate, undying /hate/.

These humans, hunters as they were called, bore mighty weapons only mere super humans could handle, yet. . . every attack merely deflected off the beasts’ tough scales, hardened and reinforced with victims of the past.

One after the other, a hunter was vaporized from lightning,

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of a great white god.

With clashing of steel and cries of struggle, amidst the valley a large dragon, western dragon by the looks from many other worlds, could be spotted, clashing with a group of four humans.

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