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-The regal brute of ebon’ hues watched all the came to unfold before him. Blood & Chocolate in all her regal beauty had taken the approach of those within his home with grace and royalty that he’d known all his left that she held. Yet it was those that came from within the woodwork that surprised the brute. For not only was that of the present appearing, but those of old seemed to be summoned by the mere thoughts portrayed by those of wishing. Optics of bloody crimson slanted, then widen in surprise as gaze spotted that of the return of his life long friend, Azriel. Labrums pulling into that of a slight smile as paw rested upon that of the brute of blue like hues- You have nothing to fear my friend, you were forgiven as soon as my eyes saw you within the land once more. Welcome home my brother. -This said the brute was rewarded with yet another sight for sore eyes. The ruby clothed dragoness Catastrafy home for that of her lover and friends. Slightest of smiles rewarded the femora as crown was lowered in regal welcome, gratitude at the joy her return brought Az, but the slight cringe within of his own lack of reunion. Strong neck muscles shifted as the aura of another was felt, slight shock given as the offspring of the two that stood before him was spotted. Tyrael, battle worn and rugged, yet still shows the characteristics of the regal pair, his parents. There was Koen, curious as to what was occurring, but then…gaze shifted as the sound of another was heard, optics landing upon a brute that had grown in size, looks and personality. Had the brute not been so well trained in his mannerisms the brute would have gasped as if one was seeing a ghost, heart silencing for a mere moment before steps were taken forward- Raging Wrath… -The words simple, yet holding so much meaning one could nearly feel it upon the air currents that suddenly sung of change and resurrection. Life had been restored, love, hope given a second chance. Odd how one could find such things within a land so full of dark, but did not one understand…the Darks were not evil…merely different, tainted perhaps, but still able to love, cherish…and mourn. Sable brute moved forth with a matching grace of that of bronze, talons gracing the brute’s shoulder, all seemingly lost behind him as gaze of crimson mingled with that of ebon’. Searching, seeking answers yet finding only questions. Simper given as crown lowered and with it one’s gaze as low vocals sounded once more- My son. Welcome home. -True the male had never fully called this place or even that of his mother’s home, yet the brute wished to allow the other the knowledge that he would always have a place to stay when within his father’s house. But just when one thought things could not get better. Rage glanced towards that of B&C as if to speak his words of rejoice and his vow of loyalty when all thought escaped- -They had been through so much. Love, trials and tribulations, rejection from that of his side and her’s alone. And still they had held fast. Then evil had come in a whole new form, clouding the brute’s mind…tearing him apart, Rasitlin a mighty foe had tested the patience of the other as lessons were given, but it was the loss of that of his then love’s mind…twas that had been the final blow. Gaze of crimson dulled, turning a surprising fathomless color of abyss as those spheres of gold bore into the center of the group, yet seemed to reach for him alone. Talons of silver clenched at one’s side as emotions roared over that of the sable. Had she come back for good, had she found herself, did she still love him, did he still love her? But one look, one mere glance and he knew that the answer to the latest was…yes. He did, always had and always would. If one had thought that he’d been lost to the world at the return of their son, it was amazing he did not float to the clouds and back at the mere glance of ivory scales and golden spheres. Heart hammering in one’s chest the brute of ebon’ spoke- Common Sense…CS…My Love. -Twas all any needed to hear to realize that true love had been rekindled, life restored to the heart of the male. The desert was no longer dry, as a mighty rain had come to restore it to its unique beauty once more. But unlike the others that he had greeted with touch. The brute was frozen in place as that of ivory slipped from the shadows and spoke, that one word…music to even the dead, floated within the raven clad male’s thought chamber. Confusing, terrifying, male knew naught what to say or to do. It was as if he was suddenly a schoolboy lost upon the dance floor, drooling at the girl of his dreams with no idea on how to approach her…and well besides the drooling, it was Rage in a humble nutshell. And this my friends…a new chapter, the beginning of a new life, the rebirth, the return of the mighty dragons- Rage Ruler of the Illusions Silent Wrath | |