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= 2,000-odd year old NightWing Male
= Always up for some talk or Roleplay
= About 8 Β½ years of writing experience
It always genuinely surprises me when dragons would try to attack me, KNOWING I have invulnerable scales and i'm literally immortal, like their little throwing discs or daggers could do anything. It's so strange... Maybe it's a determination thing I don't understand in this day?
@StrongestSister "Well I might stop by every now and then. But until then, I bid you farewell, Princess Burn."
He gave a low, regal bow, then flared out his wings and took off.
@StrongestSister He smirked again and lightly pat her head with a couple claws again this tim around, giving a small nod of his head.
"Indeed. Well Princess. Should you wish to parttake in conversation again.. The Night Kingdom is open. Just try not to kill any of my subjects."
@StrongestSister "When you've lived for as long as I have, you learn a thing or several."
He smirked again, dropping her claws a little unceremoniously and stood up tall again.
@StrongestSister At the quite literal last second, he grabbed her wrist with surprising speed, holding her foreleg there as her claws just barely tapped his scales.
"Good job, Princess. You've proven your point."
@StrongestSister He kept that same posture the whole time, unflinching, staring what seemed like poisoned daggers at her as she charged him.
He still had that damn smile on his snout.
@StrongestSister He stared at her for the longest time before he'd lean his head back and smirk again, even reaching out to tap her head a couple times with one large talon.
Can't hide it from me, Princess. Good effort though.