º«Fèär Thê Bëå§t»º IP: 18.104.22.168 Posted on October 9, 2011 at 06:03:21 PM by Attor
Attor snorted at his rather amusing statemunt, breathing a small jet of flame in boredom. She, too, was more interested in the fae in the brush then the conversation that they had been having. Besides, it was interuptted now anyways. She sniffed in disdain as the lithe white wolf stepped out of the bushes. Says you. she said half heartedly to Sylverant, though she didn't really mean it- she wouldn't kill this one, at least not yet. At least she wasn't ####y.. Attor knew that as long as she was corteous, she would live longer- so long as she didn't run into the wrong wolf.
Well ickle wolfess, I'm sure you could have stopped listening if you wanted to. Attor bared her teeth in a kind of barbaric grin, her pentagram necklace chinking against her scales in the breeze. She flicked her spiked tail and turned away to sit back down by the pool, craning her long neck to look at the wolves, her red eyes emblazoned with a fiery spirit.
You aren't the prettiest thing, but I guess if the ladies please Mr. Sylverant you can sit a spell. the dragoness said with a yawn of mock boredom, curling up by the pool as the gentle heat of the flames licked at her scaled hide. Perhaps fire was different for wolves.. They must get hotter much easily, she mused to herself. She laid her grey and red head on her taloned feet and watched with unblinking red eyes. Attor wasn't all too big yet, but she was larger then the wolves, being a little more then half way grown and her species being a rather large mythical. Replies: