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ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ғɪʀsᴛ-ᴄʟᴀss ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: ✩✩✩✩✩✩

【 ──────────── 】 ⠀⠀𝘈 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 . . . ? 【 ──────────── 】

𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙎, 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙐𝙉𝙔𝙄𝙀𝙇𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . .@contramnes.bsky.social · last yr.

The skies above cackled and ruptured with lightning, blue and white streaks rippling across and splitting the clouds asunder. Old eyes gazed upwards, a soft exhale escaping it’s nostrils. “ A storm once more. An powerful being calling upon it’s own name. ” It spoke, nearly poetically.

A loud yawn bellowed out from the ancient one, those wings spreading out in a half stretch. “ A wonderful slumber, indeed. ” The ground shook lightly as he began to walk towards an edge of a cliff, casting his view upon the clouded plains of grass and animals.

A moment would pass, filled with nought but silence, until the dragon slowly turned it’s head. Rage filled eyes would shoot their glare down at the oddity that sat next to him. Curiously, it lowered its head to meet with them at their own eye level, “ A machination yet unknown has —>

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“ It can still be. ” The ancestral one mused, a plume of blackened smoke mixed with hellish lightning exiting his nostrils. “ Do you bleed the same as the others, I wonder. Then perhaps, ” it’s wings unfurled, beginning take massive strides up and down, sending gales of wind underneath —>

𝑶ᴍɴɪ - 𝑴ᴀɴ@omnifailure.bsky.social · 2y ago

or that *rage might have been for *me." that was him admitting, more openly than he ever had, that Viltrum would not have been a kind presence here.

It wouldn’t take long until a raging gaze fell upon a man of odd stature and attire. All the same to him. Though, this one was curious. The massive beast approached their position slowly, its eyes never faltering from them. Each step it took caused the ground to tremble, as if the very earth —>

𝑶ᴍɴɪ - 𝑴ᴀɴ@omnifailure.bsky.social · 2y ago

side. he had a feeling it already knew of his presence; he was being allowed to observe, to see— to witness, he supposed, the power beneath those white scales, teeming with rage unending.

Even for him, he grew rather perplexed by their statements. Even his wisdom could only stretch so far. “ In time. . . perhaps you will see in yourself the potential for life. The beginning of existent was a time of chaos and confusion. I came only dust and echoes, from wailing —>

࣪ 𓄹 . ⠀ ᴡʀᴀɪᴛʜ ⠀ ᵒᶠ ⠀ 𝐖𝑌̲𝐕ᴱᴿᴵ𝙰 ࣪@guardianslament.bsky.social · 2y ago

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀. . . hahh . we are merely crystal and synthetic flesh , after all . no more self - existent than a single drop into a stream . ⠀⠀