Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-31605619-20161125173227

Doombringer shrugged. He had already seen the silver teardrop scales, and was intrigued to find another mindreader in the Academy, but not necessarily worried. After all, he had been training his mind since he realized his powers and what they meant. He could protect himself if necessary.

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Sleet turned his head, his gaze sharp and cold. "Are you blind!?" He snorted angrily, turning and trotting off. His tail swayed in a wide arc as he turned, the sharp, whip-like tip hitting her in the ankle quite painfully, but not actually wounding her. His thoughts, though cold and harsh and hard to read, consisted mostly of ''Ugh.. I hate Nightwings... they're so hot-headed.. and.. and dim-witted! Taking whatever they want, whenever they want... pathetic.. can't trust any of them..''