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giftie for Mr. cool evil dragon king-ness wyraach ur. Talon hopes he wont kill too many people ;_; sorry wyraach I couldnt put a tongue in there without it looking stupid after I did the lineart in pen. heres your tf:

"Sssso..." His voice hissed out like a poison fume. It was dangerous somehow. The anger in that voice was as sharp as a sword. "You really wissssh to challenge me? Do you havvvvvve any idea who I ammmm?"

"You're Wyraach Ur," The man responded. He was dressed in rags but it was only to hide the strong body of a warrior-mage. His eyes shone like two blazing torches. "I know you. And I know I can defeat you." Wyraach gave a long, slow laugh.

"That'sssssssss KING Wyraaaaaaach, you little foooool. You may have hearrrrd of me, but whateverrr you hearrrrd must have been utterrrrly underrssssssstated if you think a power asssssssss puny assssssss yourssssssss could even caussse me to worrrrrry. I could crusssssssh you in one claaaaaw."

"Claw? Crush me? Don't get heady Mr. King." The man said hautily, laughing. "I have the power to freeze, shred, burn or flatten you easily! What claws have you, who are a mage like me but weaker?"

"A maaaage! A maaaage, you saaaaaay? HAHAHAHAHA! I will saaahow you what I rrrrrrreally am! I am no mere human maaaage! Watch in horror, little inssssect, as you witnesssss the mosssst maginificcccent transsssformation any have everrrr beheld in thisssss world!"

King Wyraach raised his right arm, and in his palm a prick of bloodred light came into view. It expanded and became darker, swallowing the surrounding light and enveloping Wyraach's temporary, false human body. It was then that his skin began to change. It started to darken and harden, stretching and cracking as his body started to grow. The heavens cracked and rages as well, dark clouds froming out of nowhere to raindown lightening and thunder upon the hapless lower realms.

Claws burst from the end of his fingers, sharp as spears, and there was a splattering of blood as four tremendous red wings broke free of the skin on his back, flapping and unfolding and growing. Sickening cracks and strething noises filled the air as his size exceeded that of a horse, that of a house, that of a castle. All the while his skin was darkening and breaking up into scales, hardening like armor; spikes pierced up between them to emerge on his shoulders, neck and side. Two points grew from his skull and swept back into mighty horns. His body took the form of an enormous black and red dragon with rock-hard muscles and deep red eyes that seemed to be pits of bloody hellfire. His scaled lips drew back in a hiss as he finally attained his true size, stretching and roaring so loud that the earth beneath his immense claws shook and buckled.

"What ssssssssay you now, puny morrrrrtal?! Can you now freezzzzze me? Shrrrrred me? Burrrrrn me, or flatten me?! I will make you sssssssssufferrr ssssuch that you will... wisssh... you.... hello?" The mage had fallen flat on the ground. King Wyraach poked him with one claw. As it turns out, King Wyraach Ur, mighty evil King over a truly strong army of minions, known by those in the surrounding realms and beyond as a terror without match, never did battle that day. His adversary needed no defeating... he had been killed by fear alone.

what did you think??? not very long but I like the end XD

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giftie for Mr. cool evil dragon king-ness wyraach ur. Talon hopes he wont kill too many people ;_; sorry wyraach I couldnt put a tongue in there without it looking stupid after I did the lineart in pen. heres your tf:

"Sssso..." His voice hissed out like a poison fume. It was dangerous somehow. The anger in that voice was as sharp as a sword. "You really wissssh to challenge me? Do you havvvvvve any idea who I ammmm?"

"You're Wyraach Ur," The man responded. He was dressed in rags but it was only to hide the strong body of a warrior-mage. His eyes shone like two blazing torches. "I know you. And I know I can defeat you." Wyraach gave a long, slow laugh.

"That'sssssssss KING Wyraaaaaaach, you little foooool. You may have hearrrrd of me, but whateverrr you hearrrrd must have been utterrrrly underrssssssstated if you think a power asssssssss puny assssssss yourssssssss could even caussse me to worrrrrry. I could crusssssssh you in one claaaaaw."

"Claw? Crush me? Don't get heady Mr. King." The man said hautily, laughing. "I have the power to freeze, shred, burn or flatten you easily! What claws have you, who are a mage like me but weaker?"

"A maaaage! A maaaage, you saaaaaay? HAHAHAHAHA! I will saaahow you what I rrrrrrreally am! I am no mere human maaaage! Watch in horror, little inssssect, as you witnesssss the mosssst maginificcccent transsssformation any have everrrr beheld in thisssss world!"

King Wyraach raised his right arm, and in his palm a prick of bloodred light came into view. It expanded and became darker, swallowing the surrounding light and enveloping Wyraach's temporary, false human body. It was then that his skin began to change. It started to darken and harden, stretching and cracking as his body started to grow. The heavens cracked and rages as well, dark clouds froming out of nowhere to raindown lightening and thunder upon the hapless lower realms.

Claws burst from the end of his fingers, sharp as spears, and there was a splattering of blood as four tremendous red wings broke free of the skin on his back, flapping and unfolding and growing. Sickening cracks and strething noises filled the air as his size exceeded that of a horse, that of a house, that of a castle. All the while his skin was darkening and breaking up into scales, hardening like armor; spikes pierced up between them to emerge on his shoulders, neck and side. Two points grew from his skull and swept back into mighty horns. His body took the form of an enormous black and red dragon with rock-hard muscles and deep red eyes that seemed to be pits of bloody hellfire. His scaled lips drew back in a hiss as he finally attained his true size, stretching and roaring so loud that the earth beneath his immense claws shook and buckled.

"What ssssssssay you now, puny morrrrrtal?! Can you now freezzzzze me? Shrrrrred me? Burrrrrn me, or flatten me?! I will make you sssssssssufferrr ssssuch that you will... wisssh... you.... hello?" The mage had fallen flat on the ground. King Wyraach poked him with one claw. As it turns out, King Wyraach Ur, mighty evil King over a truly strong army of minions, known by those in the surrounding realms and beyond as a terror without match, never did battle that day. His adversary needed no defeating... he had been killed by fear alone.

what did you think??? not very long but I like the end XD