06-03-2018, 07:54 PM
Drax
Drax tried his hardest to act older than he truly was, but he was nothing more than a child. He ran away from his home in Ischia and settled into Sylva, the misunderstood kingdom. Perhaps it was Drax who was misunderstood, even his twin brother did not understand Drax. Sylva understood him though, Morty took him in, and he understood his desire for blood. Drax even took on a captive, his first one and he was more than pleased with himself. Although why not venture out? Sometimes Sylva is silent, and today he was looking for something to amuse himself.
He was in the air, his wings carried him to his destination, wherever it was. He glided in the air, he was not sure where he wanted to go but he as he was scanning the ground he noticed a section that was dead. It was unlike its surroundings, which was lushes and green, instead this area was black and dead. As he grew nearer he noticed a gather of young equines. He snorted and with a grin he lowered his body towards them. As he landed the weight of his body forced some of the dead earth to lift before settling down again. He tucked his wings neatly to his side and was just able to make out an ebony mares words what are you doing here she demanded.
His gaze looked at all these foals, he did not know any of them but the scent of Tephra filled his nares. He moves closer, finding himself beside the young ebony mare. He gazes at her, her wings were interesting, he turns his gaze to a black and blue colt, an appaloosa, and a paint. Yes, what are you doing? his voice was harsh, curious what this gathering was about.
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