Desreal: oppose and disagree, destroy demonocracy; FENRIS

Fenrisulfr can get away with murder (and hopefully will, someday.) At least, as far as Kurai’s concerned.

My Nightmare – unpredictable, ancient, cruel Nightmare – does not hesitate from the utter destruction of anyone fool enough to cross his path when the dragon-nightmare side of him awakens, but Fenrisulfr is different. From the beginning she defied his infamous malice, tamed, in a sense, the dispassionate malevolence that he cast on all he met. And now is no different – he is pleased to hear from her regardless of the plethora of cutesy nicknames she comes up with for him.

That and he’s been wanting to speak with her ever since the Lovebirds moved back into Solira.

He responds to her call, coming out of the darkness and falling into step alongside her, his cool, smooth scales brushing up against her warm shoulder and a leathery wing folding for an instant, casually, across her familiar back.

He steps away, watches her with interest as she mentions Saphira and Alshain.

“I’d be willing to do more than undermine them,” he says with a cruel eagerness surfacing for an instant in his diamond eyes.

But he pushes it aside, subdues once again – “I will help Andarin in whatever way that I can. Saphira is Queen of Solira and Alshain her General. Blood-Traitor Baraqel owns the Desert army.’ he pauses, and a spark of lightning zigzags between his hooves. “Ni’Srilan and Solira have marked themselves for demolition.”

The cold ambivalence of his voice is lost in the jagged words which rise like shards of ice, as his eyes gleam like frigid stars and the air grows pregnant with Lightning.

Kurai needs to stop holding so many grudges.