07-06-2016, 08:19 PM
The sand parts beneath his hooves like predator’s teeth through warm flesh as the titan bullies his way across the dunes, chasing his Golden Queen’s shadow. A bellow thundered from the depths of the dragon’s throat as he calls up to her, drawing up beneath the rush of her wings. The Willow and the Oak had been together so long it was only natural that their boughs intertwine, the Nightwalker could feel the thrum of Yael’s heartbeat beneath her skin and the sway of her mood by the pucker of her lips.
The magician slips from the sky too many strides ahead of him, the metallic sheen on her skin casting a pearlescent sheen in his eyes as his black gaze swallows her whole – greedily, selfishly. Sharp talons etch a trail in the sand behind him as his wings drag in his advance towards his queen, his head tilting curiously as the silver-maned mare approaches Yael with a familiar greeting.
“I am Vanquish,” he says, gaze flickering shrewdly across the unknown mare’s face before softening across Yael’s. “My queen,” the Percheron says, head dropping reverently before raising to allow black lips to pull at her mane.
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
