eat sh*t and die } LUPEI

[Killdare]

THE DRAGON'S IRE, MORE FIERCE THAN FIRE

Killdare is not his father.

He grunts, his wing lifting and smacking to the ground again as Sidra crawls from beneath its membrane prison. Girls, so moody and it doesn’t get any better as they get older- believe him he would tell you.

She’s piss and vinegar, snarling words back at him as if he had wielded the ax himself. He had planned on keeping his word, the one he himself made, that the girls would do their time in the Chamber and after they would go home. Whole.

But the fight has not left this one, she’s angered, directing her emotion at him likely because he is within striking distance. Killdare is not evil, he may be a Chamberling but he was not as sinister as some of the demons lurking within it. He was it seemed, painted with the scarlet letter, no matter what he said to this child she would not, not group him with those monsters.

He’s pleased as with help from several magicians and healers and shadow-men alike he himself might leave this fight whole. He can fly now anyways, that’s all that matters.

“Fine, you want a fight?” He barks as she rears, hoping to strike him and no sooner do her hooves connect with his chest than does he send a slate talon to her head. With his own giant melon he thrusts it into her, hoping to send her careening to the ground if she has not already done so. Let her sleep that one off.

With his refreshed and knitted wings he takes to the sky, shaking off the dull ache where the child’s hooves had found flesh. He had been hit harder by horses tougher than her. He grunted, finding the skies and in them Eight, Set and Evrae.

TL;DR killdare fight sidra back, takes to the sky to rally with eight,set, and evrae (uhh they in the skies right as like dragons and wyrms and ducky ospreys?)