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5thsun!In the Dravanian Forelands, within a dark cave, the thrum of emotion drives the Thundercaller to act. No bomb is safe, no weapon is useful, so she finds strength in the intense emotion of her new comrades and peels the shadow dragon's armor with her own bare hands. Don't hurt them, don't hurt them... Play that fundamental note and drown the room with it
Crying hearts and gnashing teeth are suitable to task
A cave the concert hall, our battle cries the choir,
Hearts beating drums, the wooshing blade woodwinds
Brass bellows of orders or cries of retreat, conducting
It all neath the head of the wraith stands the woman.
The bite of her sword sets the whole song in motion,
Those thundering hearts pour into my own,
I'm propelled by their suffering, wailing confusion
Turns pain into thundering concussive blows.
"Don't hurt them, don't hurt them," cries my own soul fire
Desiring the safety and wellness of those perfect strangers.
They play well that music of blood, crash, and wonder
The music of awe from the scale of it all.
One person's pain can serve as the lever,
The point over which the your entire world turns,
Upends itself into a great conflagration,
Leaving you breathless as you watch as it burns.
I did what I did, and I'll go at it gladly
If again in that concert hall we draw our blades.
For if I can't give my strength in the defense of those strangers,
I haven't moved on from the hold of that brig.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Hrothgar
Size 3840 x 2159px
File Size 8.66 MB
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