Drem Yol Lok, joorre. I see that more of your kind have been visiting this strunmah latel-
*He promptly stops talking the moment he spots Paarthurnax andglaresin a way that thoroughly subverts his normally emotionless visage.*
((Meanwhile, in OOC land, Strun’s mod starts dancing:
Woo!))
Paarthurnax tured his battle scarred head toward Strulokmaar the moment it became apparent the dragon was cut off by his presence. Unsurprising, but his head raised higher than it’s already poised position. “Strunlokmaar, you look ahzid ahst my appearance.” He began, the old dragons tone nonchalant, dimmed eyes fixed. “Gein should speak his reasons fod gein is nahlot by another dovah.”
He tensed when the other dragon decided to jump from one of the rocky outcrops to the ground, tightening the grip he had...
The sound that escapes the ancient dragons scaled lips could almost be described as a rumbled chuckle, if dragons could....