#wingedempress

                              “Don’t know what you mean” 

“HAH. Yer really askin’ me this question?”

WINKWONK

THIS reiatsu--

Drabble: Dream

Sven weaved through a sea of screaming humans, a giant reptilian beast right on his tail. He didn’t know why it was so bent on him when there were hundreds of other weaker, slower humans that could slake it’s bloodthirst (or whyever it was raging around), but wasn’t about to stop and ask.

There was something familiar about this dragon though — particularly it’s pale scales, yellow eyes at the blue ridge of man running the length of it’s neck. It’s made more of a screech than a bass-like roar, leading Sven to believe it was female.

A female, pale dragon with yellow eyes and blue hair. Now where had he seen that before?

Before he could think too hard on it, a scaly hand curled around his entire body, pinning his arms to his sides and brining him face to face with the beast. He’d gotten a better look at it now. And then it came to him:

"Well it’s certainly no coincidence you ran into me of all quincies while bleeding out," The quincy grunted, reaching down and grabbing the Espada by the shoulder, leaning her against a nearby piece of rubble.

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