𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦.

// holy shit I actually got in

+ " So come at me with everything you have, only when I am shown your strength will I follow you. "

+began to erupt upwards as she prepared for a tough battle. " I am Eleanor V. Valentime. I who have survived countless Calamity refuse to acknowledge you as a Monarch of Dragons. Much less my superior. " She glares, this was it. +

" tch. " Its clear words are no longer being considered here, so Eleanor would no longer stand here listening to her rattle on. " Enough of this. It's clear neither of us intends to back away now. " A Bright Crimson Aura surrounded her, spreading through the ground and+

+Onyx and spreading her wings. " But do not mistake my words. The actions of 2 can not cover the foolishness of the many. " Eyes glowing Red, she prepared herself. " Thus Speaks Eleanor, Last of the Elders. " #𝐌𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃

+enough to be considered a proper child by us! " Her aura was visible, sickly Crimson with hints of vantablack. She stepped closer, massive frame shadowing him. " we are Dragons. The Pinnacle of Strength, of Mana, of Dignity and Awe. Yet your group circles follows+

+ She crashed down before this Onyx. She easily dwarfs him in size, and the sheer MALICE she held was enough to make man cry in fear. " You are in my territory. " Her voice, while calm, was powerful, the surrounding dirt blown away with a single flap of her wings. " Leave. "

Crimson Eyes snapped open. Another of her kind had entered HER territory, threatening HER village for HER tax, HER horde. This would not be forgiven. So she flew with grace and power forgotten by her kind, her Black Scales paint a dreadfully beautiful sight of her approach. +

Hmph if you say so, but take it from someone who's been around long enough to watch civilizations rise then crumble over and over... ...staying in the past will blind you to the future

What's wrong, old timer? Bones ache?