Desreal: YOUR MOM

I'M TNT, I'M A POWER LOAD

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Voraer should be a bit proud at his ability to anger those less likely to anger. Maybe he would proud if he ever managed to do it on purpose, thus far it was all an effect of his natural personality, which he couldn't very well take much credit for.

It also seemed everyone saw fit to lecture Voraer and point out some class on manners he apparently skipped one day and everyone else attended like good little snot nosed brats. Manners got in the way of things, mindless formalities keeping us from our true expressions. So no, he didn't have any manners, no one taught them to him, he would never have listened anyway.

She broke the earth around him and he froze, recoiling from the fissures with wild eyes. The ground trembled and rashly he turned, grotesquely drawn up features rounding on her as she collected her bizzarre creature. Voraer's fire raged ravenously inside him, slipping between the curled lips to sputter out in wriggling snakes and pops. The red stallion back up a step as the strange creature collected at her side. His gaze narrowed dangerously, and he stopped his hoof like a child with a tantrum. She wanted to use supers huh? Smoke curled from his nostrils.

"I didn't ask for your kindness, and I certainly don't want it or whatever manners you boast. And I'll judge all I want, we all do." He chuckled darkly, spitting out ash as fire writhed on his tongue. "It's our nature to judge, to classify. So don't be so pretentious wolf, you're the same as everyone else, as all of them, no matter what you tell yourself." He snarled, fire jumping wildly from his clenched teeth. His gaze continued to switch between her and the creature, coiled muscles waiting for it to move, to attack. "The wolves are such great judges though, determining personality and punishments. How nice of you, the police opf Legend."

Voraer barked out a laugh and stepped fumingly forward, head snaking out as he neared her. "I bet you're just like him." Voraer hissed as he drew ever closer, whatever semblance of control he had now thrown out the window under the weight of her incessant presence. And that pet she kept beside her made him uneasy. It's not good to make someone trigger happy uneasy.

Fire II - Dragon's Breath - Silver - Ni'Srilan

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