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“On Nightmare's Wings”
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,
as to what was to come when she had shouted out the command to the monstrous beast beneath her. What claiming a beast of legendary stature like Midnight might mean, all thought and reasoning leaving her in a rush of prideful thrill. Any thoughts, any childish dreams and notions of what claiming a dragon for one's self might have been like, left her the moment she felt the beast beneath her move.
Nothing in this world or the next could have prepared her for the actual feeling or harsh motions of the dragon moving to obey her commands, to hear its roar echo in the caves when it came to stand tall and proud amongst its kingdom of fire and ash.
The dragon wasted no time in heading her command, lifting himself up to his full monstrous height and knocking his head back in an earth-shattering roar. Shaking his body in forceful waves as he did so. Balora shrieked as she juggled to hold on and not be knocked off by her mount. Her hands moved quickly to hold the reins in a more secure grip, knuckles turning white from the tight clasp she had on the old polished leather.
