Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28934884-20161231041012/@comment-30927601-20170102175511

Bronze glanced at Fatestopper. "Quite fine, his powers are becoming strong. His hunting has improved, and he is number one in history. I spar him every now and then, and he's beginning to beat me because I go easy on him." She said, smiling.

Rust scrambled into the sky, ducking behind birds and quickly killing them with a bite to their wing. He flew back down, with his talons full of birds, and a few feathers peeking from his jaws. "All I could fine." He murmured, spitting and throwing everything down. He stretched, muscles rippling underneath his scales. He shrieked and bit Bronze as she tried touching him. His mouth didn't burn, because his saliva kept his mouth immune to Bronze's power.