#trialsofhabit

Unknown number: how does it feel to be a grandpa, Ashy?

Unknown number: it is so cute. Never had half-dragon meat before. ;) 🍖

Unknown number: :D I like your lair to btw. And your precious eggs. So delicious. 🍳 -sends a pic as proof he isn't playing-

Unknown number: come back home, little human :D You have a week before... -another pic of an egg in dark clawed fingers while Cal and Devrim slept, not knowing or sensing any danger- One week before I break this one, week two BREAK, week three BREAK... Week four.. well Dev can have more babies~

Unknown Number: XOXO :D -HABIT

Everything in Tom's heart just instantly stopped cold. The want, the will to just go his way, leave his family be, and drown in his own inner self destruction, FUCKING slipped away in an instant as a wave of absolute and utter terror washed over him.

It was one thing for him to self destruct, it was another for someone to threaten the lives of his children and Cal.

The frown that pierced his stoic exterior brought pings of a glaze to his still vivid blue eyes, as fury took hold of the ancient yet very now human Asher.

Devrim had his hatchling ... and HABIT was there.

Without a second thought or moment, Tom bolted into a run down the streets to the nearest bus station, hailing for a cab at the same time. One screeched up to a stop, and Tom jumped in. "AIRPORT! AIRPORT!" he screamed, digging his human fingers into the man's leather back seat, ripping and ripping and desperately trying to rip it to shreds with nothing even coming up, barely even a scratch.

"Hey! Knock it off back there, or I'm not taking you anywhere."

Tom slipped over the edge of the backseat and put a gun to the man's throat. "Get me the FUCK to the airport, now, or I'll be bathing in your blood."

Tom looked down at his phone and texted.

trialsofhabit

Oh how the dragon wanted to curse the entity, and how HABIT almost dared him to. Would he pay him back for it if he did so? Who knows.

“Oh I’m not saying that, but why would I fix something I broke willingly? It’s like breaking a glowstick, why unbreak it when it glows? But I digress, I could put it back on, but what is the point, Tomboy? Little clone can’t fly anyway, I just reminded him of it~”

“Consider it payback for immobilizing my other toy, had to deal with that fuck’s whining for a week. So, no, it wasn’t just your tongue that earned Devrim losing a wing.”

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Tom had done his best to repress the liquid boiling rage steaming and smoldering just under the surface. This THING made him submit and act docile, bite his tongue while he ripped apart, amputated, and possessed his children.

Fury finally snapped within the ancient dragon, as the guise was ripped away, and he breathed and enormous inferno right on the entity. Did he know it wouldn’t do anything, yes! But it was a release of his true self and absolute fury that was needed!

A thought about them that they’d never share: You are I think the one being that I am actually afraid of.

First impression of them: Annoying arrogant thing. That's what I thought. He came across cocky and like most beings that are that way, I am of course better than them and it's just like flicking away a fucking fly.. and I still am better than this creature, but I underestimated what he was.

Favorite thing about them: Nothing. There is nothing at all that I find favorable in the slightest.

Least favorite thing about them: That there is nothing I can do to stop him from hurting those I love and that the only reason he does it, is because he's somehow strangely obsessed with me and my personal torment.

WELCOME TO MY GAME OF SORTS. THE MORE PARTICIPANTS, THE BETTER. DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES? ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO UNDERGO THESE TRIALS? PROVE IT. YOU MUST SEND ME YOUR APPLICATION THROUGH PRIVATE MESSAGES. ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:

NAME: AGE: BIGGEST FEAR: BLOOD TYPE: SHOE SIZE: EYE COLOR: WHY DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THIS? WILL YOU SEE IT THROUGH TO THE END? DISCORD NAME (DO NOT FORGET THE #0000):

YOU MUST HAVE A CAMERA, MICROPHONE, AND A DISCORD. LET’S GET THIS SHIT-SHOW STARTED, SHALL WE?

REGARDS,