PsionicCastor

Draugr’s day had been going pretty well, all things considered. She had woken in that pleasantly fuzzy state that spoke of well rest, her rider had hit all the good places while brushing her fur, and even her exposed plating had shined nicely in the light after the grooming. Truly it had been shaping up to be a good day.  Instead of the nice, calm day she’d been expecting, she now found herself with a distinctly felyne shaped annoyance. It wasn’t even Vanitas, who she could have reasonably gotten away with punting. No, instead she was staring at her rider crouched before a calico she’d never seen, watching as the wyverian tried to calm the frazzled cat. “I doubt they’ll go that far,” she heard the red-head say. “It’s not like ya started it.” The distressed felyne let out a sound that, in Draugr’s humble opinion, was somewhere between a wail and the screech of a dying monster. “No, but that doesn’t meowtter to them! I’m still getting blamed, so I gotta do something, but I don’t know

Surtr shook the frost off his scales as he stood, flames flaring as his tail whipped behind him. He narrowed his eyes at the Velkhana, teeth bared in a grin at the scorch marks decorating his opponent’s own hide.  “Hah, that all you got, princess?” He straightened, wings giving a single flap at the creeping cold in them. “I’d have thought you’d hit harder with all that huff and puff.” The Queen bared her own teeth in a snarl, eyes narrowed. “You will fall, you walking ashtray.” Surtr gasped in mock offense at that, one paw hovering in front of his mouth. “Ashtray? Now now, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Ice Queen screeched in fury at that, her claws digging deep groves into the icy ground beneath her. Rearing her head back, she unleashed a blast of ice in his direction. Surtr brought one wing forward to cover his face, not bothering to try and dodge it. When the action seemed to frustrate the Velkhana further, he simply gave her a cheeky grin. The Teostra shook his head

Surtr prowled through the target area, relishing in the violent hiss of ice and snow melting in the heat of his flames. He took a deep inhale of the steam as he continued forward, teeth bared in a grin. How silly of this new threat, he thought, covering everything in ice. It was such a fragile substance; all too easy and satisfying to crack and shatter under just the right amount of pressure. Cresting a hill on locking his gaze onto the target, Surtr took another inhale of the refreshing steam being created. Digging his claws in, he took a moment to delight in the sharp sound of cracking ice before calling out the other elder dragon. "You! You try to claim land by freezing it over, thinking your silly ice will ward off challengers?” The velkhana narrowed their gaze at the flaming beast, hissing a breath of frost in displeasure. Head raising to put forth a regal image, the dragon huffed their response. "And what of it? My ice holds strong. I have claimed an already frozen land. What