#dragon fighting

Scorched soot, barren plains, still winds, unsettling rains.

War, not by man, by claw. Raised with wings, followed with teeth. Dragons had never seen peace, mighty beasts driven by a thirst for scale and tooth, by one of glory, of proof. He who killed, rules the skys, he who slaughtered never dies.

Valmar let out a roar, shaking the ground with such force one man wouldn’t keep his balance. A dragon laced with rage forever more, forever needed. A wyverns who's wings carried him through storm and cloud, a drake with such might none stood so proud. The dragon growled, shaking out his body from the rain that pelted into his back, trailing down his face, staining his scales. Rich reds dulled with age, a gorgeous dragon only the sky could contain.

Valmar was cruel. No matter what was said or done, a dragon never stood down to a opponent, no matter size or strength. Draxious stood to familiar height, pacing the barran land their claws dug into. Clutchmates, born from same mother, one who passed, final calls shaking the very earth with her sorrow. Draxious growled, his eyes narrowing at what would be called brother.

Brother no more, brother a name undeserving. A vile beast was all he saw, one unruly, unnerving. Such vile things deserved no more but disembowlment, to be cut of his organs and discarded to the sea. That was his only goal.

Valmar launched off his haunches, aiming straight for the other beasts neck, great maw outstretched, prepared to rid this heathen from his land. Draxious was quick on his claws, jumping into the air only to latch onto the older back, digging great talons into tough and worn scales. The one beneath wailed, thrashing and throwing the dragon off of his back, taking to the sky with the other wyvern close to his tail.

No more would such a vile *thing* rule what deserved to be cherished. Draxious dug his claws into his haunches, raking great gouges into his thighs. Another roar of unsettled pain sounded before he opened his jaws, eternal flame building up through his throat. Valmar fired, roaring with a rage unable to be named, scorching the side of the smaller dragon's face, displacing his eye socket, and melting his scale to the bone. Draxious used the other's very body to climb up him, digging his talons into his wings and sending them both spiralling to the ground.

Flames erupted around them both, tangled wings and tails plummeting through the skies far about the barren wastes they set to rule.

*it was either draxious or neither of them who survived*

*never should such a creature ever have been able to rule*

The wyvern gripped onto Valmars snout, prying it open with pure rage and strength.

“Flames thrive in your body.” his voice was old, bellowing.

“But never should flame enter through maw, goodbye brother.” simple words stopped withan outbreakof flame, spiralling into the others dragon's throat.

Dragons fought without mercy, but with purpose.

‘*free them draxious, free them of such horrors..’*

And so he had.