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waywardsalt · 1 year

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Bellumbeck is such an interesting final boss, because not only is it your ally, some of the bosses actions/details make it clear that Linebeck is fighting back. Retraining Ciela instead of killing her, using moves he's seen Link do, and more darkly in the manga - willing to destroy himself if it protects Link. Link is forced to fight not just an ancient evil - but one of the closest friends he's ever made besides Tetra, and one of the few adult figures he respects. To fight Linebeck is to potientially lose another mentor as was with The King of Red Lions

Bellumbeck is so… he really stands out from pretty much all of the other final bosses and its so cool- and it’s like you say, Bellumbeck is not just some final form of varying flavors of Evil Thing or a dangerous character whose defeat the world would benefit from, that’s your fucking friend. It doesn't feel heroic like other final bosses, it feels like a desperate fight for the survival of you and your friends.

Linebeck being capable of fighting back or otherwise resisting Bellum is an interesting one; definitely a fun way to give him some sort of agency or role to play, suggesting that he may be fighting against Bellum just as hard as Link is. I think I've seen some people suggest that the slight hesitation or pause before some of Bellumbeck's attacks may be caused by Linebeck trying to stop himself (like the manga shows him doing).

I absolutely ADORE the idea that Bellumbeck uses a spin attack because it's something that Linebeck has seen Link do. The idea that it might be unconscious, or something Bellum just happened to pick up on from Linebeck's memories... UGH it's good no matter how you justify it.

On the other hand, I personally don't see how Linebeck fighting back would've had an effect on Bellum restraining rather than killing Ciela. I understand stuff like a hitch in the attacks or unconsciously influencing what attacks are made, since all of that is stuff that Linebeck has a direct (though unwilling) hand in, but Bellum grabbing Ciela is something that... Bellum individually does. I don't imagine that Linebeck would be able to have any ability to influence what Bellum himself does, especially considering that even if he can affect the part he's directly involved in it's only ever a small effect. Bellum restraining rather than killing Ciela is, I think, a deliberate choice on Bellum's part without any input from Linebeck, and honestly even that way it's still interesting to think about.

The manga's take on events is interesting, especially with the idea that, to some degree, Linebeck was able to overpower Bellum in order to move how he wanted (even though it was clearly limited to only specific parts and with clear difficulty) and the idea that he'd do... well, anything he can to ensure Link's safety is pretty good.

The general concept of a Link having to fight a possessed person isn't really new and wasn't new when Phantom Hourglass rolled around, but I honestly think ph did it best, holy shit. Link having to fight a close friend and someone in a role akin to a mentor to him is already one hell of a devastating setup, but one extra thing I've seen others point out is that the Bellumbeck fight is the second time Link's be faced with a sword fight with another human, and he ended the first one by killing his opponent. So, that's a fun correlation for Link to make during this fight!

Bellumbeck is just... it's such a cool, unique battle even compared to the other final bosses, and while it may fall short in difficulty or gameplay, it has some fantastic music and all of the story and character surrounding it is honestly amazing.

#asks #anon #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #bellumbeck #bellum #linebeck #going to upfront admit that i'm actually a bigger fan of linebeck being helpless during bellumbeck #that he's so vulnerable to bellum's control that he is completely unable to muster up the strength to do anything #giving this a 'keep reading' bc its long #anyways free bellumbeck fight headcanon that i think is cool :))))#link gets so upset and frightened by the visual/concept of linebeck getting possessed and forced to fight him that for the first few #minutes of the fight he's in denial having himself convinced that it's just a bad dream and that he's waiting to wake up now #and he doesn't fight back or accept that it's actual reality until he gets hit really bad and realizes he's not waking up as he's in pain #i have not played all of wind waker i cant say anything cool abt the king of red lions or that whole ganondorf fight #salty talks #ty for the ask btw!

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du-hjarta-skulblaka · 5 months

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The Liom King is on for one of the kids today and I've never seen it but I get the impression Scar is not supposed to be my absolute favourite part

#like #look at this faggy little lion #dudes a salty theatre kid how can you not exprct me to love him

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kaythefloppa · 1 year

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Nearly 4 years later, I'm still really salty that Vitani didn't get her own song in the final episode of The Lion Guard.

For reference: This is show featured Hamilton actors [all of whom get a minimum of 2 musical numbers for their respective characters], several longtime Disney stars such as Cam Clarke [who dubbed Simba's singing voice in Simba's Pride], has one of the characters from the Lion King Broadway sing alongside one of the Hamilton actors [to further emphasize the point, the song that they had sung for Season 3 was nominated for a Daytime Emmy], was able to afford some of the original voice actors from the movies and TV shows back, and even had fucking Dan and Phil in it, and as expected, also made them sing!! They all got songs, but not Vitani? Didn't Lacey Chabert sing in Anastasia? And aren't the VA's of the rest of her Guard evidently talented singers? [Fiona Riley as Shabaha sang as Binga earlier in the season].

I don't know if it was bc of time-constraints [which would've been fixed if they had made it an extended special like the pilot or the premiere episode] or if the budget was somehow mismanaged/too low to afford Willis, Beau, and the LG Chorus to score and sing any new songs for the finale [because if you think about it, the only songs in the finale are slightly tweaked reprises of earlier songs - The Departure Chorus from the premiere episode, and Long Live the Queen from the titular milestone episode, the last song in the series sung by any characters is Kion and Rani's love song], but still, I will die on this hill saying that Vitani deserved her solo and LG missed such a golden opportunity.

I don't care if it's in some new Disney + show, or in a new film, or a short-film, or some direct-to-video special or whatever, Vitani DESERVES HER SOLO.

#the lion king #the lion king 2 #the lion king 2 simba's pride #the lion guard #the lion guard vitani #the lion king 2 vitani #vitani #vitani's lion guard #2023 #Disney #the lion guard season 3 #this is just one of those things that I am fully aware that I'm unnecessarily salty about and do not care #Also we could've had some clever Mean Girls references but then again that movie wasn't exactly child-friendly nor was the musical lmfao

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caeloservare · 1 year

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🍵 this is all good tea uwu

//It had to wait a bit, but I know what I want to say.

Fuck elitism and egoism.

In roleplay it takes various forms, from creating groups that aren't open to new people while in a public space to singular people thinking and acting like they're better than the rest of players around. Well, they're not. If anything I find this kind of people laughable. Maybe even worse than the rest of playes as they tend to leave a solid bad taste and ugly experiences before disappearing from the stage. Excuse me, there is no main character in roleplay. There is no twisting players around you to fit your idea, rules and scenario, because it ruins everyone's involved fun to feed one's ego. That's not what roleplay is about.

Luckily, there is hope to grow. Many, if not most roleplayers had to go through That Guy phase at some point to learn how to roleplay so they have fun and so people around have fun. Learn it's not about you. It's not story written to fullfil your desires. If you want one like this - go write a fanfic. Roleplaying is something else and requires communication and finding middle grounds.

Fun fact: I randomly remembered that I went through That Guy phase too! In kindergarten 😂 Very fast reality check of "you make it all about you!" and thinking how can I improve playing with other kids so they'll have fun too and won't kick me out of playgroung of course, because that's the natural consequence of being That Guy. I very clearly remember thinking about that, blowing bubbles in the bathtub.

Sadly some people never learnt that their behaviour is the problem, not the whole world around them. It's not too late though! Get your shit together and get better instead of drawing demands. Getting into Vox Machina & DnD content, I've found that there's plenty of sources about problematic behaviours and about improving them. Of course in here there is no Game Master, only players, but it's valuable lessons and skills none the less.

#eiiskonigin #ooc #oh looks it's actually salty tea!#might be pigwówka effect #XD #but also momma lion protecting my friends instinct #I love you all and you deserve better than to be pushed into fulfilling one person's story #remember that in roleplay that story is yours too!

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koishua · 1 year

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petition for non-english speaking idols to stop writing english raps

#tp #no bc im still so salty about tomboy #bring back lion!soyeon #i cant listen to tomboy bc of that #which is so :< bc it's a banger #bring me my latata soyeon back where is she #$$$ soyeon??? what happened???#knock knock teuroganda soyeon meori wie spotlight!soyeon??#TURTLE SHIP PRODUCE SOYEON???#god she was so ncncnvnvnvnc #UNPRETTY SOYEON GOD IM SO

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definitellie · 2 years

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oh don't mind me, i'm just sobbing over felix and rodrigue's a support

#that convo was worth it ohhhhh my word #i'm crying actual tears #i just—hhhrrrrdndgshskslsl I can't articulate it #i love my blue lions and i'm so happy for all the development we've gotten in three hopes #(as far as i've played at least.....which is azure gleam chap. 12 lol)#still salty that felix & annette's support convo is STILL LOCKED #thank god for yt amiright #felix hugo fraldarius #rodrigue achille fraldarius #fire emblem warriors #three hopes #fe #few3h #ellie talks

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raincloud-chill · 2 years

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Disney I just want a retelling of The Little Mermaid, okay? None of that ✨ p a d d i n g ✨ bullshit, got that?!

I don’t wanna see Eric’s statue getting stuck on a whale’s back, knocked over by a swordfish, carried away by hermit crabs, and tossed near the cave so Flounder can drag it back to Ariel’s cave just so Triton can destroy it in 5 minutes 💀

#can you tell I’m salty about The Lion King remake #I better not see a +40 minutes on that runtime disney #the little mermaid #d23 #disney #disney remakes #disney live action

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youareinacomawakeup · 2 years

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Voltron in its 18th episode: -states the thesis of the show out loud-

Voltron in its 24th episode: -reinforces its thesis by showing Shiro’s bond with the Black Lion triumphing over Zarkon’s power-

Voltron in its 26th episode: “Actually the Lions are interchangeable, so I guess the bond between Lion and Paladin didn’t matter that much.”

#and that's why I gave it an explanation that actually made sense in One Wheel Short #but I'm still salty about it!#I will always be salty about it #lion swap worst swap #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron salt

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sharkieboi · 1 year

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certain fb group for animal care people just makes me sad sometimes cause it’s either just people looking for engagement by asking a very easily searchable question with “cute animal pic for tax!!1!1!1!!1!” so they can get some likes or people discussing actual literal human rights violations that their workplace is trying to commit and being like “but am i the bad person for buying donuts for my team when susan in HR who i never interact with is lactose intolerant?” or people using the anonymous post option to have impromptu group therapy

#shhh sharkie #like. it used to be a pretty good resource. and i’m not gonna leave the group.#cause every once in a while there’s actual useful or fun posts #and i’m not on fb enough to care really #but wow does it just make me cringe every time i check fb #it’s literally always just either a stupid question that you can absolutely find with any search engine #using that as an excuse to post the ‘cute’ animal pic that wasn’t getting enough likes on your other social media #like ‘hey what do you guys feed your lions? cute pic of said boy for tax!’ girl there’s literally several manuals for what to feed lions #or it’s someone being like ‘hey my manager kicked dirt in my mouth and called me an idiot idk maybe i’m the problem?’#or it’s someone being like ‘i’m depressed and overworked and also my mom just died anyway do you guys have self-care tips?’#half of these posts will be made by people who aren’t even keepers.#ugh i’m just complaining i do really wish we had an actual good resource to communicate with other keepers #that wasn’t paywalled like an aza membership #but was also more well-managed so that you don’t have to sort through all the above to find actual resources or advice #the amount of comments and even posts (!!!) that the person mentions they’re not even in the field!!!!!#and not even ‘anymore’ like literally never have been!!! why are you in this group!!!!!#this is not wild green memes this is a group for animal caretakers!!!!!!!#idk i’m just salty i fucking hate social media but i can’t get rid of it

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bunny584 · 4 months

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OBSESSED: GOJO

A/N: Satoru is neither patient nor kind. Pity the poor soul that crosses him. So, don’t cross him 🤭 (ok ok I swear the Yuuta one is up next, Satoru was just being demanding, per usual).

C/W: This man is his own content warning LOL. Mature, 18+

“So. Damn. Pretty”

Satoru snaps a photo of you bent over, contemplating the pastries. Another one to add to the infinite album of his only muse.

You’re wearing his favorite pair of yoga pants. And his eyes ride your curves without any brakes in sight.

The pants are suctioned to your rounded hips from your hot Pilates class. Your precious little cunt is so puffy from all the heat and sweat, well outlined like a perfectly packaged gourmet dessert.

You never wear underwear with them. And always try to skirt by him when you come home after your workout. Self conscious about how he always tosses you on the kitchen counter and laps you up until you’re screaming his name like a prayer. Eventually squirting all over the Italian marble.

Satoruuu. You couldn’t have waited until after I showered?

You always blush and whine and avoid his gaze. Hands squeezing down on your thighs, trying to hide how they tremble for him.

His adorable, sweet girl.

He leans back against the window of the coffee shop. What’s a couple more minutes of eye-fucking?

Satoru places his rounded black glasses in his back pocket and pops a dark chocolate Hershey kiss in his mouth. What he really wants is your pussy melting on his tongue but chocolate will do for now.

“He’s so hot.” The shrill, irritating, buzz from the airheads next to him shear through his daydream about you.

“Hey, Blue eyes!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I’m spoken for.”

Satoru flashes one of his empty, razor sharp grins. Which means it’s the end of the conversation for him, but the start of a lifelong infatuation for the other party.

Eyes back on you.

He pierces through you. 3 of the 7 cardinal sins wage war against each other within him.

The barista is looking at you how he looks at you and well…

That simply won’t do.

He approaches you like a lion stalking its prey. Satoru towers over you in less than a second. And you don’t notice.

He finds it so troublesome.

You are oblivious and tiny and smiley and vulnerable and so damn trusting. If the Heavens spoke they’d sing your praises. His beautiful, sacred girl.

Men are vile.

With horrible, depraved, nefarious intentions. They see a girl like you and want to violate. And take. And ruin. And push you to your knees. Pin your head against a wall. Shove his cock through the back of your throat until you’re choking and gurgling his name. Pathetic, pretty pleas for mercy. Hot salty crystalline showers raining from your baby doll eyes — it always makes him rock hard. The way you cry when you’re overstimulated.

Fuck.

Wait. What was he thinking about again?

Right. Protecting you. From scumbags like this fucking barista who won’t stop undressing you with his beady eyes.

He can make those eyes go away. Real quick.

You’re up next to order. Satoru snakes his hand around the back of your neck. You startle back into him, just like a wild doe.

“Sato—“

He kisses the rest of his name off your lips. Tonguing every corner of your sweet mouth. Sucking on your warm muscle. He smirks against your feeble attempts to pull away. Gorgeous face flushed cotton candy pink. So shy. So embarrassed. He can feel himself stiffen in his pants.

“S—sat…”

“I’ve missed you, princess.” He pulls away and you’re gasping for air. Sexy little pants. He could fuck you in the middle of the shop right now.

And he will.

“Hi Satoru,” you purr his name and his dick twitches, “you’re being dramatic. It was one night.”

You toss a glance at the barista apologetically. And Satoru decides he definitely has to end him.

“Can I have a small vanilla latte please?”

God. Your voice alone grabs him by the fucking balls.

You longingly look back at the pastries, and furrow your brows. As if your figure isn’t goddamn perfect. You don’t need those silly pilates classes. Satoru could work you out on his cock every day. Would be more than sufficient enough.

“She’ll also take the biggest slice of berry cake you have.” He follows, shamelessly gripping your ass in his large palm.

You muffle a falsetto whine. But Satoru knows that sound. You act so sheepish and innocent. But there’s a pool of lust between your legs right now and he can’t wait another fucking second to sink into it.

“Good choice.” The idiot smiles and Satoru could rip his trachea out then and there.

“And I’ll have an Americano. 2 extra shots of espresso.” He barks his order before kissing you on the forehead.

“Baby, go get us that back booth in the corner. Yeah?”

You give him a tiny smile that dismantles him. So he grips the back of your head for another bruising kiss before sending you off. He lingers on you walking away from the counter. Brazenly taking another photo of you. Completely ignoring the growing line of patrons behind him.

Satoru turns back to the barista, and he watches the blood drain from his face.

His favorite.

A hunter and the hunted.

“Pretty, right?” Satoru muses casually, reaching for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Uh, y-yeah man. S-she..”

“Probably want to fuck her, don’t you?”

Satoru flashes a toothy grin, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills. He doesn’t carry anything smaller than that.

“W-what? No. No man. I was just. I was being polite.”

Satoru motions for the barista to lean in to hear his next words. He has no choice but to oblige.

“Well, I am going to fuck her. Senseless. In that back booth over there. And if you so much as look in our direction. Or look at her ever again, I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to stray dogs.”

Satoru palms Barista’s cheek two times before stuffing the hundreds into his shirt pocket.

“Keep the change.” Another grin as bright as the sun before sauntering over to the booth with your treats.

“Mmmm, gimme gimme.” You paw at the caffeine and cake, less guilty that you didn’t order the sweet treat for yourself.

He purposefully places them out of your reach.

“Hey! Why—“ Satoru’s large hand encases your neck and pushes your head against the plush booth.

The way you gaze up at him. Wide-eyed. A pretty little deer in his headlights. Oh he loves that about you. How he can read your book front to back with his eyes closed.

His cock can’t stop beating. Against his zipper. Against his thigh. It needs the nourishment between your legs.

Satoru wires his tongue back in your mouth. He bites down on your perfect lips, knowing it’ll get red and flushed and swollen. Just how he likes it when you’re sucking the cum out of him. He can’t feed you his cock here, not yet. But you can sit on it.

You struggle to keep up with his pace. Little moans, little gasps, little “ohs”.

He reluctantly pulls away. Still close enough to your face that the tip of his nose grazes yours. Satoru stares at you. Unblinking. With a quiet smile on his face. He knows what his intensity does to you and he can’t get enough of it.

You squirm. Eyelashes fluttering. Looking in every which direction except into his eyes.

“Look at me baby.” He strums your chin.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whine. So obedient. So pliant.

He much prefers you like this. Not like last night. Out with your friends. Without him. Not letting him pick you up or bring you home. He fucking hates that.

But this. This is perfect.

Satoru stands to his full height. He shrugs out of his black leather jacket before sitting in the booth next to you. Not once breaking his gaze.

You need to be disciplined.

And there’s nothing Satoru loves more than to discipline you with his dick.

“On my lap, little one.”

You eagerly nod and nestle into his legs. His length digging into your clothed flower. He can already feel the heat emanating from your petals.

He drapes his jacket over your lap. Concealing how your bodies are about to mesh.

“I’m going to fuck you, right here, baby.”

“S-satoru, h-here?” He loves when you sound so desperate and nervous. Satoru answers your question with a nip and lick on your earlobe.

“Pull them down.” He husks in your ear.

But Satoru is an impatient man. Your tiny hands take a millesecond too long so he drags your pants to your thighs himself. At the same time unzipping his pants just enough to pull his blushing, leaking lead pipe length.

He’s too big for you. For your petite, doll-like frame. And whenever he rocks you down to his base there’s a Satoru-shaped bludge at the center of your feminine torso.

It makes him want to lock you in his room, forever.

“Oh, oh my god.”

You try to pant quietly when Satoru slides all 10 of his thick, almost inhuman inches into you. And your warm, drenched walls clamp down around him. Like it’s the first time he’s invaded you.

He groans into your shoulder blades. Tilting and rocking you in long, languid movements. Purposeful. He wants you needy. Subservient. Under his spell.

“I missed you last night, baby.” Satoru starts his mind fucking.

“M-missed you…”

“I can’t protect you when you’re not by my side, sweet girl.” He suspends his hips and starts small, saccharine bounces. Making your head bobble like it’s connected to your body by a string.

“Men want to hurt you baby. Take advantage of you.” He continues his rhythm.

You grip the sides of the table. Your cunt creaming all over his length. Clipped, falsetto gasps and whines tumbling from your open mouth.

Satoru’s lips graze the shell of your ear and you evanesce into him.

“You need me. Don’t you pretty? To keep you safe.” His lips trail down your jaw. Nibbling little marks. His territory.

“Y-yes, daddy. I need you.”

Satisfied, Satoru lowers himself back down on the booth. Still violating your womanhood with his length.

So fucking pretty. You struggling to catch your breath and squirming all over his cock. Staining his pants with your arousal.

Satoru pets your head. That’s better. All better.

Just like how he likes you.

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diejager · 1 month

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Hi! I got the notification that your requests are open skjsjsjs so exciting, can you do something about the noodle dragon with Monster!Task Force 141 please? That would be all, thank you and have a nice day! ❤️✨

Cw: canon-typical violence, weird water magic, weird dragon/monster shit and lore, death, crash, tell me if I missed any.

They’d gotten used to you over the month, watching you prance around them like a graceful panther in hunt, stalking around them with that cheeky smile of yours and a clawed hand always ready to patch someone up. You were a might dragon, a warm to some classifications and an Asian one to others, but the consensus was that you weren’t one to be trifled with —as most dragons were, but if anything, you were so a feline in a body of a dragon than the ferocious monster you were. Always prowling and on guard, watchful and observant, aware of the events transpiring around you like a protective cat.

They took well to you, forgoing the paranoia and apprehension at your eagerness to help them and you openness, your long tail, hard scales protecting the thick cords of sinewy muscles curled ever so softly around them, and the tuff of fur tickling any naked piece of skin. And however tender and soft-hearted you were, they’d seen the dangerous part of you, the draconic one with a strange affinity to water rather than the destructive fire they were so familiar with. Whereas Price was a chaotic force, burning everything on his path and leaving nothing but cinder and ash, you were an unmoving force of water, a typhoon and cyclone that would crash the land and leave broken pieces of what remained, cold and drowned —the calm before the storm as people said, a perfect imagery of you.

Yet there was a lingering suspicion that it was all, that there was a more monstrous part of you hidden away from their eyes. Horangi had shared such thoughts - another mythical creature of sacredness and nobility - and showed them what hehad heard of eastern dragons: giant snake-like creatures with the faces of lions and crowns of graceful antlers, born with lustrous manes and hard but flexible scales that let them dance and twirl as they wished it. Destructive beauty, Horangihad mumbled, a creature who’s image is drawn to represent beauty and nobility.

They knew, they were fully aware, that you had more to show, yet they couldn’t hold back the awe and amazement that followed the gut-deep fear and worry after they saw you fall, your figure shrinking as you plummeted into the dark and silent ocean, gone into the wide, open sea. Rather than seeing your head pop out, gasping for air while they clung to their straps and helicopter, Nikolai screaming through the comma about holding onto something, swirling left and right to avoid being hit a second time by the war ship, it was calm, a smooth plain growing in darkness, a shape forming beneath the veil of a blue ocean.

Then, before they knew it, a majestic serpent erupted from the sea, wet scales gleaming under the sun while you rose into the sky in a spiral, white fur floating like you hadn’t just come out of water. You were swift, curling in the air, your magicworking it’s wonder when you flew, stubby arms and legs moving as if you were swimming, looping around them to shield them from being narrowly hit. It was as Horangi gushed, water rose and fell with you, tendrils of salty water reaching out to curl around you, rising high to swarm the enemy ship the same way you did, circling around it until it was left submerged, swallowed up by your hydromancy. You had drowned warship in the depth of the abyss, a dark and cold pit that promised a lonely death, forgotten and painful. You had caused the deaths of hundreds with a twirling dance, an alluring, yet deadly show, like an oleander.

You made no show of joining them in the aircraft, keeping your distance from them, adequate enough to protect them from further damage without becoming a danger to them. They - especially Price, since he had never seen an eastern dragon, only from files and catalogues - gawked, gazing at your head-sized eye, blinking owlishly at them with a narrowed eyes, slitted pupil gleaming with glee at their admiration. You purred, a growling rumble that shook your gills, a deep sound shuddering through them like thunder, low and booming, but it was a happy sound, meant to comfort them from the near sinking that you’d saved them from.

Even in this situation, where they’d been saved by you, you were still trying to comfort them and reassure them despite having taken a hit or two. They were glad Laswell found you.

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