dream 01
Krasus is knocked against a wall sharply. His mouth is cut in a half Glasgow smile, blood pouring out of his mouth. He gets back up, fire engulfing his hands. He makes his way towards a man with black horns, clad in black robes trying to take his Queen, Alexstrasza. Krasus is able to grab the man's arm, burning him with his fire laced hands.
"GET OFF HER DEATHWING!" he roars, but the elder black dragon is able to get free. With his burned arms, he is still able to punch Krasus in the jaw, breaking it. Krasus is knocked down on to the floor, holding his jaw in pain. Deathwing towers over him.
"Know your place, little wyrm," the black dragon growls with a sadistic grin and his fist came down on Krasus' face--
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[Krasus jolts away, panting. Cold sweat clings to his bare chest and torso. He sits up in the bed he shares with his Queen, holding his knees close to him. He takes a fist and pulls on some of his hair as he scowls and curses himself.]
"GET OFF HER DEATHWING!" he roars, but the elder black dragon is able to get free. With his burned arms, he is still able to punch Krasus in the jaw, breaking it. Krasus is knocked down on to the floor, holding his jaw in pain. Deathwing towers over him.
"Know your place, little wyrm," the black dragon growls with a sadistic grin and his fist came down on Krasus' face--
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[Krasus jolts away, panting. Cold sweat clings to his bare chest and torso. He sits up in the bed he shares with his Queen, holding his knees close to him. He takes a fist and pulls on some of his hair as he scowls and curses himself.]