Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
The cold of Sylva’s autumn doesn’t do much to his scaly hide, and secretly he’s glad that he’s not shivering on his way in. Yet he has not come for politics, like many others who will follow after him, who’ve gone before him, no doubt.
He’s heard a familiar face now holds the crown to this kingdom, and he is curious how he fares. If he fares at all. If he holds his grasp here, and if so, if that means he is to be considered an evil king now. Because somehow the latter just doesn’t seem right in Leilan’s mind.
Stepping up to the border, the shiny stallion calls out for Arthas. It souns like maybe he has come to mock him, maybe not. Or maybe he will anyway - Arthas always kets him under his skin. At least in the past. So. Depends on the grey man.
He’s heard a familiar face now holds the crown to this kingdom, and he is curious how he fares. If he fares at all. If he holds his grasp here, and if so, if that means he is to be considered an evil king now. Because somehow the latter just doesn’t seem right in Leilan’s mind.
Stepping up to the border, the shiny stallion calls out for Arthas. It souns like maybe he has come to mock him, maybe not. Or maybe he will anyway - Arthas always kets him under his skin. At least in the past. So. Depends on the grey man.
@[Arthas] lousy starter but here it is
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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