It can't be left here, either to terrorize more people in his form, or to do the same thing to someone else. He can't turn his back on this grotesque image, his own face twisted in hate, leaking black spilling down its snarling visage.
Too close to old nightmares, drums and a sickly violet sky.
One hand shifts to rest against Wrathion's back, between his shoulder blades, as if to steady the dragon. "I'm with you," he murmurs, in case he needs that reassurance, before ducking in with another flare of light, nearly blade-like in its arc, lashing open the thing's chest and spilling more dark liquid across the tiles.
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It can't be left here, either to terrorize more people in his form, or to do the same thing to someone else. He can't turn his back on this grotesque image, his own face twisted in hate, leaking black spilling down its snarling visage.
Too close to old nightmares, drums and a sickly violet sky.
One hand shifts to rest against Wrathion's back, between his shoulder blades, as if to steady the dragon. "I'm with you," he murmurs, in case he needs that reassurance, before ducking in with another flare of light, nearly blade-like in its arc, lashing open the thing's chest and spilling more dark liquid across the tiles.