09-03-2018, 11:22 AM
LUCERYS VELARYON
male | 19 months | the rosebloods | member
It had been a long, long walk to this territory. While he would have preferred to fly, his little sister refused to. It seemed that she was still scared of having to leave the ground and spread her wings, but Lucerys wasn't one to judge her. After all, what happened back then was an accident. She hurt herself pretty bad.
When he saw the unfamiliar lands ahead of him, the rose and gold griffin turned his head back to his younger sibling, nudging her forward with his beak gently. [abbr="We're almost there, little sister."]"Īlon're kesīr, mandia."[/abbr] Spoke the older male, his valyrian tongue thick and rough with accent in times like these. Valyrian was their mother tongue, a language forged from dragons and humans with the blood of dragons.
To be honest, Lucerys hated dragons. He hated them, and every last Targaryen there was to ever exist. They were disgusting, foul creatures, but one would never know unless he saw one himself. If he saw one, it wouldn't be too pretty of a sight.
His expression was light, outgoing almost, as he paced towards the border, sitting down to ruffle his feathers, his long, lion-like tail swishing side to side as he waited, ever so patiently.
[member=2180]EPIONE VELARYON[/member]
When he saw the unfamiliar lands ahead of him, the rose and gold griffin turned his head back to his younger sibling, nudging her forward with his beak gently. [abbr="We're almost there, little sister."]"Īlon're kesīr, mandia."[/abbr] Spoke the older male, his valyrian tongue thick and rough with accent in times like these. Valyrian was their mother tongue, a language forged from dragons and humans with the blood of dragons.
To be honest, Lucerys hated dragons. He hated them, and every last Targaryen there was to ever exist. They were disgusting, foul creatures, but one would never know unless he saw one himself. If he saw one, it wouldn't be too pretty of a sight.
His expression was light, outgoing almost, as he paced towards the border, sitting down to ruffle his feathers, his long, lion-like tail swishing side to side as he waited, ever so patiently.
[member=2180]EPIONE VELARYON[/member]