02-25-2016, 04:53 PM
I looked at my mother dear, didn't even crack a smile.
Said if woman don't kill me I don't mind dying.
Said if woman don't kill me I don't mind dying.
What's the saying?
How does it go?
That the nicest guys have the worst tempers?
Well how about we change that a bit. Let's say the nicest guys are the most dangerous.
All it took were Eight's images of kingdoms burning, of a dragon hanging in the air and of Straia moving from kingdom to kingdom wreaking havoc to stir something deep within the Jaguar kings soul. It was as though a light switch had been flicked into the on position in only a second and a still calm wrapped around him, the fire igniting within his veins. With a look to eight and a nod the Jaguar king erupted into flames.
To him it felt like hours, but it took only minutes for the blue, green, and purple flames to twist and turn from a ball of fire into the shape of the Valley's king. His body was now solely made of fire and he could see the horses that surrounded him. The conversation was over. They knew what they had to do. "I trust we don't need to discuss this further. We will fight. And we will do what is needed." His voice is strong, loud even as it rang inside the small space of the hidden bubble they were in.
He turns then, exiting the protective field and begins to run, flames following after his flame shaped form. Demian spreads his wings, allowing the wind to catch up under them and with a great force he pushes himself off the ground, soaring into the air and to the north, leaving them to make their own moves.
How does it go?
That the nicest guys have the worst tempers?
Well how about we change that a bit. Let's say the nicest guys are the most dangerous.
All it took were Eight's images of kingdoms burning, of a dragon hanging in the air and of Straia moving from kingdom to kingdom wreaking havoc to stir something deep within the Jaguar kings soul. It was as though a light switch had been flicked into the on position in only a second and a still calm wrapped around him, the fire igniting within his veins. With a look to eight and a nod the Jaguar king erupted into flames.
To him it felt like hours, but it took only minutes for the blue, green, and purple flames to twist and turn from a ball of fire into the shape of the Valley's king. His body was now solely made of fire and he could see the horses that surrounded him. The conversation was over. They knew what they had to do. "I trust we don't need to discuss this further. We will fight. And we will do what is needed." His voice is strong, loud even as it rang inside the small space of the hidden bubble they were in.
He turns then, exiting the protective field and begins to run, flames following after his flame shaped form. Demian spreads his wings, allowing the wind to catch up under them and with a great force he pushes himself off the ground, soaring into the air and to the north, leaving them to make their own moves.
D E M I A N