Drax
It was not long before another came out from hiding, a small ebony pony. Drax was barely a year old and he was taller than the pony, but he heard the rumors the red ball on his nose could not be missed. This is the king he thought to himself, and for the first time ever he was full of excitement, his life was full of potential in this kingdom, free to use his fire as he pleases, free to travel where he desires.
The king speaks, if it is chaos you seek a grin grows on his maw and he dips his head. Snow is no match for the warmth I create, I think this kingdom will do well for me. His gaze finds the ebony stag, I hear this is the kingdom to come to for trouble most run from trouble, but not Drax and these kingdom members are the ballsy bastards he wants to be surrounded with. This is where I am meant to be, I belong here. He was young, but he was mold-able, he was eager to please.
The king speaks, if it is chaos you seek a grin grows on his maw and he dips his head. Snow is no match for the warmth I create, I think this kingdom will do well for me. His gaze finds the ebony stag, I hear this is the kingdom to come to for trouble most run from trouble, but not Drax and these kingdom members are the ballsy bastards he wants to be surrounded with. This is where I am meant to be, I belong here. He was young, but he was mold-able, he was eager to please.
Don't Light My Fire
@[Mordicum Mortem]