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Escape. Hope. Victory
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In like so many he had visited before, desolate buildings always looked the same. Many cities he had seen brought to ruin. Some by his own hands, and others by the work or another. Human, the most adventurous, innovative beings he had ever encountered, was cursed with self destructive tendencies. His darkened hair lifted upon invisible arms as Varnnack looked down at his scaled form. A blast of heated air from him cracked the asphalt beneath his feet. Though more than a normal dragon now, he could not forget his genetic makeup also came from humans as well. Looking around him the spikes along his backs seemed to shift slightly, these being much larger than the ones upon his forearms and shins. He hoped the one that had called him here was enough to interrupt his training regiment. Few called upon him like this anymore, the guardian had resigned himself to his training. Though if the past events had showed him anything, it was that there were still numerous beings abroad that outclassed him. Still he was no push over, many foes have found this out the hard way. A chain like tail wrapped itself twice diagonally about his torso, the tip hooking in between the folds. It had a grainy look to it as if peppered with a fine substance. The slightly warped scales of his tail, the green orbs in the back of each hand and the two weapons he carried were enough to intimidate most. The fact he was seven-three, and nearly three-hundred-fifty pounds didn’t help much either. In his left hand The katana with a seven foot blade sat, even on him the weapon looked large. Silent for the moment it sat in it’s black sheathe as Varnnack continued his progression into the city. Held in his right hand the dragon, somewhat playfully, twirled a double sided battle ax. The ax itself seemed to switch from light to shadow then back to normal as it made its rotations.
His red and yellow smokey irises swirled as the guardian sighed running a little low on patience, eager to continue training. Walking by a crushed vehicle he stopped spinning his ax, fitting the head under the side and with a slight movement flipped it up into the air. Tilting his face covered in scales like the rest of his body, though these were of a dark grey as were the ones of his torso and inner thighs, unlike the rest which was a dark red. Breathing out he released a torrent of flame that kept the car afloat as he walked onward. Continuing like this for a moment the entirety of the car took on a cherry red color, shutting off the stream of fire quickly it fell down toward him. In a fluid motion his jaw unhinged and he bit into the softened metal and tossed it aside with a turn of his head. The car was sent flying into the side of a building and clear out of the other. “I grow weary of waiting, let’s get this started shall we?”
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"You will long for something as sweet as pain"
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