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There is a slight laugh from the bard as he sees Trondo's reaction. Tomas knew what he was doing, but the bard couldn't help it he liked playing tricks. He always jumped at the chance to amuse himself when he had the chance. Normally, he was busy working on his songs. But, boredom struck a bard need to do something to get the mind working again. What better way than playing pranks?
"Oh my, however did that happen? I don't see any proof that it was me. You can't assume, it might be someone else."
Tomas smiled as he played a tune, totally not conjuring up another cake above Trondo which soon attempted to fall down upon the Peacekeeper once more. Tomas played it off like it wasn't him.
"Why, it must be raining cakes!"
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@trondopeacekeeper liked for a starter!
Now Butch had seen a few dragons before but never just out and about! Usually they had some sort of disguise, but not this fella! He looked dressed for the terrain atleast out here in the dessert.
Butch had spotted him from afar, some ways away from his campsite skulking around. It looked as though maybe he was searching for something or someone.
“Hey, big fella!” The cowboy finally calls out, standing up from one of the logs he had been seated on. “Ya need help with somethin? Ya look like ya mighta lost somethin.” He offers, adjusting his hat slightly to block the sun from his eyes.
#trondopeacekeeper#(finally got to this! thanks for your patience. I’ve been obsessed with Spyro ever since I was a kid)#(I am HYPED)#(plus he and Butch probably have a lot in common hehehe)
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🌌 with Andy
Out in the desert, you could get some really good views of the cosmos on a clear night.
The roof of the fortress was still clutching onto the last bits of heat after another day of soaking up rays, not that it could deter Trondo from getting down on his back for some stargazing.
Andy had a more comfortable seat - as comfortable as the scar-laden chest of a burly dragon could get - and was staring up at the night sky looking at all the fascinating wispy shapes and colours surrounding the stars. They were almost like white flakes of glitter in paint.
The baby dragon’s eyes occasionally flicked in another direction, trying to locate the moons before being drawn away by everything else going on up there. As big as they were from their proximity to the planet, he was finding it a bit challenging with so much clutter up there. Beautiful, irresistible clutter...but still clutter.
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@trondopeacekeeper Cont. from Here
Caleb's tail gave a sharp flick, his smirk only growing bigger. " So you came straight back to me ~ " He concluded, closing the distance between them to run his claw down the dragon's chest all the way to his stomach.
" I had an appointment in ten but I'll ditch that loser for you ~ " Because there simply weren't many demons that could compare to a hunky piece of dragon meat like Trondo. The sheer thought made the Incubus' mouth water.
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/ @trondopeacekeeper from here /
Tenebris doesn't usually leave her Kingdom, for it's always needed her presence for her beloved subjects...but this time?
Pain and destruction were dominating over a place so full of innocent beings. She couldn't just let this happen after learning about it.
And, during that time, The Ancient Queen saw how someone who was there to help had been attacked and injured.
“ Oh? Oh my... you're awake! ”
She'll say in a cheerful but gentle tone, moving her attention away from the book she was reading as she sat next to him while he wasn't awake.
“ I'm so happy..but please do not move too quickly, you're safe now..those who harmed you will not be a threat to anyone else.”
20' feet tall, that is her current size, for now.
“ Allow me to introduce myself, Ma-Kea..And if you want, you'll tell me your name too.
I'm Tenebris Queen of Dragons and Existence. ”
"ma-kea".. that's ancient draconic, it means "My young one/little one".
Her glowing eyes do not move away from his figure, trying to understand if he's still in pain, like a mother with her child. It's part of her nature to be like this.
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"... Nyet. I have not heard of you. And you're not my parent either, so cut that lecture about my language."
Tabi was clearly not in the mood to deal with this dragon. Sure, he was big. And sure, he had a ton of knives. But he had seen a LOT worse. So, with his hands in his hoodie pockets, he'd just glare up at Trondo.
"So are you here to kill someone or not?"
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The dreamweaver honestly wasn’t expecting to be yeeted into the small pool…
He was just reading a book, minding his own business, tail clamly shifting in the grass when suddenly he felt his body be lifted up by a pair of strong arms…
Body grown cold as panic kicked in, wiggles slightly to get out of whatever grasp had he gotten himself into, an hand bat the shoulder as he scowls words about release him at once or he gonna to put them to sleep came out…
Next moment he is in the cold water, a startled Yelp escaped his mouth, air knocked out. He was stunned for a moment before he found himself above the water self..starting for a long as moment…
What the fuck…!?
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@trondopeacekeeper asked:
"Ragnar... Can I join you?"
Trondo was holding a bottle of one of those spicy and strong Peacekeepers' alcohol beverage.
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In the ambience of his own home in the Ice Caverns, it was a rustic little quaint home, it had everything he and Andor could ever need, though in his stupor, Ragnar had forgotten to lock the door, or at the very least, the one who opened the door was probably able to get past the lock, removing the hands from his face, Ragnar looked up to the voice of Trondo, who was holding one of the homemade alcohol the Peace Keepers were known for.
While Ragnar most definitely preferred the Whiskeys and bourbons the Artisans were able to dish out, nothing could beat the buzz and stinging that he so craved with the strength of pure Peace-Keeper spirits. Maybe it wasn't too bad, as he had drank an entire bottle of Whiskey.. he was going to have to get another bottle the next time he was visiting the Artisans.
[ " ... While ya could'a knocked.. Why the hell not? Never a good idea to drink solo. " ]
A long sigh as Ragnar sat himself up on the couch, grabbing two shot glasses and setting them down on the coffee table, before scooting to the other side of the couch.
[ " But..please do knock next time? " ]
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Todor merely grins a bit at Trondo’s playful invitation to could his knives. It was just so relaxing sometimes to hang out with a fellow Peace Keeper that wasn’t all strict and stiff with rules and regulations. And the knife-wielding assassin of the Keepers sure wasn’t one such stickler of rules! He remembered all the antics they’d get up to back in their trainee days, and how he and Trondo used to train in the Ice Caverns.
“Y’know, I just might do that.” he’d smirk back at Trondo. He’d soon slither his way up to the other dragon, as he’d start with the most obvious spot; the knives hanging from the harness around his chest.
“Let’s see- 1... 2... 3... 4... geez, and this’ll only be the ones that are plain visible! Can’t imagine where else you might keep ‘em!”
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"Who... Who are you?"
" I could ask the same of you, " she fired back, head tilting as her curious gaze studied the stranger. Draconic in appearance, perhaps similar to the Gleeoks she read about in legends. Or perhaps a more intelligent Dodongo? One that evolved over time?
" My name is Nabooru, Gerudo Chief and Sage of Spirit. Who are you? "
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''i’m so angry. it’s always there. but if i let it out i’m afraid i’ll never stop.''
(hello!!! ^^ just a excuse for some interaction hehehe)
"The hell are you talking to me for.."
Francis was confused by a stranger suddenly telling him this. Then again he understood it, the anger, the rage.
"Sometimes it helps to let it out, might go on for some time. You'll be seeing red that's for sure but it does eventually stop. You'll eventually stop, unless you're some kind of eternal pissed off flame that just.. doesn't. Hell I don't know you from squat.. could be talking out of my ass here, I know anger though, I understand how it gets."
Groans not really good at advice, especially to someone he doesn't even know.
"You know yourself best, if you think you'll cause some kind of anger apocalypse.. hm.. I don't know."
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Continued from here.
Tomas however, didn't sllow Trondo to fall too hard upon the floor. For unlike his other tricks this was more intended to help. Honestly, most of what Tomas did was out of concern for Trondo since he seemed to push himself far too much. His pride likely didn't allow him to stop which was why the bard kept trying to break down that ego. To get to the Trondo that lay beneath that ego.
Tomas summoned an Unseen Servant to grab Trondo before he fell so he didn't hurt himself. The Unseen Servant was invisible but did have the strength to hold what Tomas himself normally couldn't.
"This is for your own good my friend. And while you might not think of me as a friend, when it comes to all dragonkind I am."
Trondo looked like he was floating in the air as a result of the Unseen Servant. Tomas then instruced the Servant to take Trondo back to his tower so he could be put in a bed for a while tille he woke up.
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@trondopeacekeeper asked: “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” (To Judge Frollo lol 😂😂)
[ phrases that really hit you where it hurts ] | Always Accepting
Frollo wasn’t quite sure what the large, monstrous dragon had meant by that statement, but it had sure hurt his ego and overall attitude of being better than most. Brows knit themselves upward, a solemn silence coming from him before turning around fully to face Trondo. He needed to get to the bottom of what they really had to say.
“ Whatever do you mean? You were alone first. The only one of your filthy kind, the only one to show up here. I do not believe I have any contribution to how you feel. ”
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41 for Andy
In spite of everything that kid has dealt with throughout his life, Andy seems to have more of an issue with the petty stuff than he has with legitimate grievances; if only because he’s a stubborn little gremlin.
Nothing has yet to top the non-stop humiliation he went through on Nestor’s birthday.
It all started off with him making life hell for everyone in his attempts to steal cutlery from Alvar’s kitchen and utter refusal to be put down for a nap (which eventually required several Dream Weavers to magically sedate him); then he went and stole Devlin’s cake server when the baker let his guard down for a second. Spyro found Andy hiding underneath a table with his ill-gotten goods and tried to reclaim it, only to the baby to fight back with everything he had.
Several nearby dragons decided to pretend that they were talking to Trondo though he was yet to arrive, and in his greed Andy willingly gave up the cake server in the hopes of nabbing a kunai that had supposedly been left unattended.
He was caught the moment he emerged.
Falling for such a simple trick and letting himself be caught by deliberately walking out from his cover was embarrassing enough before Cosmos and Lindar decided to rub salt in the wound by cracking jokes about his foolishness in front of everyone, all while Titan chewed him out.
But that hadn’t been enough to get the message through Andy’s thick skull - he was helpless from a spell that left him levitating, not that it stopped him from talking back to his chaperone. Lindar figured that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to lend Titan a helping hand disciplining the Peace Keepers’ problem child.
So what did he do to keep him under control?
Got him into one of Spyro’s old toddler-wrangling harnesses, then tied a balloon to the back to serve as an ever-present indicator of his whereabouts and convinced Zantor to turn it into a crime against party favours.
Andy was so pissed off and bereft of his pride afterwards that he stopped doing as much as talking to anyone for most of the party - even Trondo, who was the closest out of anyone to get more than a grumble out of him - and spent a concerningly impressive amount of time sitting in place giving passersby filthy glares.
Four weeks later, he was one of the hatchlings who helped the Artisans torture Lindar on April Fool’s.
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"You still as hot and sexy as the first day I saw you..."
(I'M BACK!!)
"Still a charmer, huh?" Caleb purred, his tail betraying his cool demeanor by giving an excited flick at the sight of the dragon.
--- "Where have you been, hot stuff?" ❤
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Trondo took a proper look to Reyna, a curious frown growing on his face.
"Are you... A dragon?"
Modals were not his thing, after all.
Huh, now that was a unique looking...dragon perhaps? Or maybe a dragonborn, or even just another lizard. Of course, the question makes her think the 1st idea might be right. So many assume she's a dragon though, it's a bit strange to her really.
"Not quite. I'm actually a lizard. My name is Reyna by the way, nice to meet you!" She says offering him a curtsy.
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