10-13-2019, 03:03 PM
The young stallion is not far from his father's path. Bronsonn had laid in Loess quietly keeping to himself, watchful of his oldest brother's reign as well as how his twin had flourish. He had no excuse for his ways but it felt natural and normal to be detached.
Dark eyes had watched how the great black dragon had found passage. Bron already knew who he was before even making landfall. The beast was his father, Lior, intimidating as smoke curled from the end of his dark muzzle. The painted stallion moves from his bedding to find the man standing quietly, observing Loess. "Father." Bron offers a greeting and his muzzle. The young man is more like his father than ever with his reluctance to socialize but bearing the build and brawn of the old dragon.
Blue-grey like the skin of his sire, painted like his dam, Bron had been blessed to inherit both resemblances to his lineage. He is a handsome beast with no care for appearances despite the chisel of a fine jaw. The dark eyes meet the silver-white of Lior's. Castile would be about soon, he imagines. It was hard to miss the gathering of father and son in the home of dragons.
Dark eyes had watched how the great black dragon had found passage. Bron already knew who he was before even making landfall. The beast was his father, Lior, intimidating as smoke curled from the end of his dark muzzle. The painted stallion moves from his bedding to find the man standing quietly, observing Loess. "Father." Bron offers a greeting and his muzzle. The young man is more like his father than ever with his reluctance to socialize but bearing the build and brawn of the old dragon.
Blue-grey like the skin of his sire, painted like his dam, Bron had been blessed to inherit both resemblances to his lineage. He is a handsome beast with no care for appearances despite the chisel of a fine jaw. The dark eyes meet the silver-white of Lior's. Castile would be about soon, he imagines. It was hard to miss the gathering of father and son in the home of dragons.