Björn's back and shoulders ache. His head aches. His heart aches, though he won't admit it. The connection he'd once felt to his father dissolved and gone, replaced by only bitterness. A horrifying bitterness that lives in the boy's chest, that grips him from the core on through. It's that grip which will destroy him, eventually.

That will destroy him if he lets it.

Coping mechanisms are difficult, but he's... more difficult. Nothing if not tough, he'd drag himself to the Battlefield and scrape for an opponent. For the love of fuck, give Björn something that will make him feel. Anything to feel alive.

"Björn"

Daenerys Draco, first of my name


she walked with a subtle sway of her slender hips, a feminine goddess that glowed with bright scarlet light. her steps lit the ground as she came in the night like a siren. her glowing horns shining a mile away as se skirted the ground with feathery toes. she had came to fight, to learn and to skill herself for the future she'd planned for. and upon her journey, she did spot a wolf far larger than her with horns.

she slowed until she was a respective distance from the wolf. she introduced herself then, before going on. "My name is Daenerys. Thank you for the opportunity." and within a moment, she took a sharp inhale and bolted into action. her large horns angled towards the other's frame as she attempted to land into them.



round: 1/?
age: over 1yr
size: large
build: light
companion 1: Female Dragon Snake (L: 36") - battle
skills: Intermediate fighter & beginner intellectual



Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"

Art by Ashon/Made for Alo by Skelle !