Deep in a recessed corner Quintus was far from the stage where the planning chase was occurring. Truth was he could not even see such a conversation happening behind a large black dragon who was doing an admirable job of blocking out the bitter winds. Still there was fire aplenty it seemed...
So engrossed was Quintus is their efforts as he spoke internally with his young friend his he couldn't even pretend to see the wyverns coming. Yet as he did he instantly moved towards the fight even as Vex moved away. He felt the anger and fear in the dragon, but the golden dragon didn't care...
It was a crime unheard of in Thanasis, and for good reason. It was akin to slaying your own gods, and for such an act there could be no forgiveness, no relenting of the hunt. Quintus had for his part volunteered with an eager Vex to join the hunt south as they flew among the heavy white snow...
Internally he breathed a sigh of relief, not even too hard a word sent his way. Almost immediately after though a second thought came in like a blow to the gut. The only reason for such lax was if the expectations were already that low. Listening aptly Quintus moved his eyes over the now...
Something was wrong, or worse yet he’d done something wrong? Were the gods finally realizing their error and stripping him of his dragon? He knew it wasn’t Vex pushing him away as the gold and silver dragon wouldn’t even let him off his back. Communication was difficult but one only had to...
He didn’t belong here. It was the first thought that traveled through his head repeatedly as he pushed against a scaly dragon flank of the unmoving beast. Images of other dragons flashed through his head, each one just making Vex angrier as he refused to be moved from his spot on the jutting...
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