At the mention of Yrax - of the Lord of the Howling Storm's name - Cindrix looks visibly afraid. Her tiny eyes narrow even further, however, and she sets her jaw firmly as she looks Ishbaad over.
she addresses him,
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comes the booming reply, Cindrix spreads her wings, smashing a frozen conifer-like tree into a thousand ice-shards as she does so. "Sorry," she says, slightly sheepishly to Commander Pharamol. "FIGHT... DEFEND... ALSO," she adds in the same, cowed tone, "TRI... TRIA... TRAX... ANS... KIND." It is clear that mono- and bisyllabic words are all that she can easily manage.
A massive white maw appears from the darkness and snaps up the goat, chewing it noisily. Gradually, the creature owning the jaws steps forwards into the light. A spiny frill above her beaked, lizard-like face sports a row of sharp bony outcroppings, and her long neck carries with it a similar set of spines, each getting larger the father down her back. White scales cover her icy flesh. Her wings splay out as she walks towards Commander Pharamol and Ishbaad on all fours, sniffing at the air like a wild animal. she bellows. A chunk of goat, covered in dragon spittle, strikes Ishbaad full in the chest. |