10-17-2019, 05:40 PM
Stone crumbled under claw, crumbling under the weight - grasp of six talon limbs. Arug's head hung upside down form the entrance of the strategist temple ; all red eyes pointed in the murader's direction, a smile licking up the dragon's maw of bemusement. From the outside a spectacle could be made of the beast. Wings expanding across ceiling tiles and tail whipping back and forth within the sunlight day; the glimmer of the traitor's scales was enough to make anyone wince when directly glossed - the sunlight bright and their scales even brighter.
an effort was to be made today
afterall, it wasn't everday that argus was allowed to spill blood
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]what kind of restrictions on these little . . . spars ?[/glow]"