trondopeacekeeper

[trondopeacekeeper]

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Oh no, here came the damn topic of conversation that Trondo loathed and always dodged at all costs.

Gathering his patience after a thoughtful silence, the assassin crossed his arms, a subconscious gesture of self-defense, as he began to probe into the recesses of his mind for memories he wished he could forget. Instead, those memories lingered like mirrors, reflecting how foolish and reckless he had always been when infatuated.

“Do you really want to hear about my last relationship? You're a glutton for punishment, Butch. Don’t expect a happy ending or a fairy tale where everyone lives happily ever after. It all ended in chaos, as usual.” Trondo straightened up, his wings folding against the muscular back as he stared into the distance. “Let’s just say she was a stunning princess and a siren pirate, hailing from a kingdom in the darkest depths of the ocean. She bewitched me with her beauty and her… enticing ways. Like a fool, I fell for it, surrendering myself without a shred of caution.”

He paused for a moment, letting out a sigh that felt heavier than the ocean itself.

“Without dragging you through boring details, she turned into my enemy after betraying me during a mission to rescue dragon eggs… Only to realize she had been the thief all along, serving her own selfish agenda.”

He stopped, unwilling to dive deeper into that painful memory. He recalled the fierce battle that had unfolded because of her brutal betrayal, scimitar clashing against dagger, until he finally subdued her, dragging her before the justice of the Peacekeepers. Titan, the leader and Commander of the warrior dragons, took pity on her, knowing how much Trondo was suffering sparing her from a gruesome execution.

“Let’s just say the mission was a success. But she was exiled, and I haven’t seen her since. I suppose that’s for the best… Because if she dares to return to the Realms, I swear I’ll end her.”

His voice hardened, the memory igniting a simmering rage within him. The past weighed on his shoulders, a burden he could never fully shake off and the thought of her reappearing sent a chill down his spine.

[trondopeacekeeper]

Tomas' revelation that he once wished to be a Peace Keeper caught Trondo off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned. A strange smile crept across his lips. This was not the time for jokes, and even an asshole like Trondo recognized when to maintain composure in serious moments. He couldn’t help but envision Tomas as a potential Peace Keeper. The bard was slender and somewhat fragile compared to the robust warriors of the Realm, but Trondo’s mind wandered to the possibilities. What weapons would Tomas have wielded? Which martial arts might he have mastered?

"You, one of us? Well… with enough training and a year or two in the blistering heat of the desert, miracles can happen" Trondo quipped, stepping closer to Tomas and sizing him up. "But limitations always exist, no matter how much we might wish otherwise. We are guardians, sure, but let’s face it, we’re not the strongest. A powerful Magic Crafter like Cosmos could tear us apart in less than a minute. Each of the dragons has its own strengths and you have yours, Tomas. You know how to influence people's moods. Whether it's a curse from the fae or not, you've turned that affliction into something beneficial for those around you. Even if you’ve caused me more than a few headaches along the way."

With a measured calmness, Trondo lifted a claw and placed it firmly on Tomas's shoulder, squeezing tightly.

"You’re just as valid as anyone else, Tomas. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, not the fae, nor a bastard like me. Being an Artisan doesn’t have to limit you as a person. Take Spyro, for instance. I always thought he wasn’t quite an Artisan type, given the traits he possesses that any Peace Keeper would covet in their ranks. But to be honest, I can’t imagine myself being anything other. I was made for battle and conflict. Nothing else fulfills me like that."

"That is the mask I portray so it makes sense you would think that about me. It is by design that I act that way. Like you act the way you do, people hide behind masks to protect themselves all the time. You and I aren't special in that regard Trondo. People always have something they are running from. A reality that we can't accept."

Tomas played his lute in that moment since it felt right to do so in that moment. Sharing his emotions with music came as easily as he breathed. He was a bard more because he could do nothing else.

"It is why I cling to stories and songs as much as I do. I used to have different dreams you know. I once believed no dragon should be held back by the limits of the group they were born into. I wanted to be a Peace Keeper once if you can believe it. I desired to be strong."

"I tried to be more than an Artisan many times. So, I travelled and learned from all the groups that existed out there. But, each time I tried to go against my fate as an Artisan it felt like someone was laughing at me. I am watched even now, I cannot even dare to love another for fear the one who took me would hurt them."

[trondopeacekeeper]

The agony, pain, and despair that Ragnar felt in this moment were overwhelming, echoing in the deepest recesses of his being. Trondo sensed his own world, intense yet as fragile as a glass suspended in the air, collapsing alongside Ragnar's torment. He understood the fellow Peace Keeper suffering all too well, feeling a powerful connection to the other dragon's breakdown. Countless times, he had faced his own darkest moments, where he wished and even attempted to escape life rather than bear the weight of such relentless pain. And there he was, bound by a curse that every Peace Keeper on that world destined to endure. They were resilient to the core, both physically and mentally.

Trondo rose from the couch, taking a few thoughtful steps forward. His hand brushed against the loose tangled brown mane and from his nostrils, two streams of hot smoke curled upward.

“I’m the worst dragon to offer advice to a friend in shambles. You're right — everything is a fucking mess nowadays'' he said bitterly, voice thick with anger as he raised one claw, squeezing it tightly. “It could have been different. It could have gone another way. We could have had more time… And here we are. I always thought we Peace Keepers were cursed to be the strongest, but also to take the hardest blows from fate.”

In a sudden movement, Trondo turned to face Ragnar. He strode toward him, snatching the bottle and downing its contents with a growl of satisfaction, the fiery liquid sliding down his throat with a pronounced gulp.

Typically, he would have thrown the bottle in rage, shattering it against the wall. That’s what he would have done in his own lair, but he wouldn’t disrespect Ragnar's home in such a manner. Instead, he held the bottle tightly until it menaced to crack under his grip.

“I wish I could turn back time. To know… that all was a trap. To have saved Roxxie before…”

His words escaped, trailing off into a thin whisper in the dim light.

“But there comes a moment when nothing matters anymore. Inside, all that remains is pain and vengeance. The thirst for blood… that should keep you grounded and alive right now, Ragnar.”

[ " Everyone fuckin' tells me everything happens for a reason. Fate is such an interesting, morbid--fucked up thing. Then what was the reason for Halvor's death? What was the fucking reason for.. for.. all of this?! " ] Ragnar choked on his own words. He wasn't angry at himself, but the world itself, fate, the chronicler, that flow of history over time itself. Life would be so much better if.. if they were just a few hours faster. One singular choice ruined everything. They could've still had Halvor by their side. They could've.. all been happy. Except him. Ragnar was never happy. There was some surges of happiness.

Wulfgar crowning him one of the strongest dragons in the realms, being able to fight Jesse again, returning home to see Andor waiting for him. The promise to see and fight the new leader of the Plunderers again. But he had returned not with happiness. But with soured looks, like he wasn't supposed to have come back. Titan nor Cosmos made no attempt to approach Tomas in any way possible. Though, it made sense. There was threats on the Artisan leader if any of them did anything.

[ " .. I appreciate it. I'm just. This never needed to happen in the first damn place. If- If I had visited him the night prior. He wouldn't be gone. I jus... just wanna go back. " ]

Ragnar took the bottle back from Trondo, taking a swig himself, and snarling as the peace keeper spirits burned at his throat and his sorrows, before once again handing it back to Trondo.

[ " Why must we deal with this much hardship if we cannot.. protect even each other? What are we then? " ]

Ragnar wiped the stray tear from his face as his arms and claws trembled wildly. readjusting on the couch before letting out a shuddering sigh, he didn't know what to do, he felt lost, there wasn't a direction he wanted to go in. It felt like a steep ask to even take a step forward. The World was leaving without him, and Ragnar couldn't.. couldn't keep up. All he wanted to do was go back. But there was no way to do that. Time Travel was impossible. Even if it was.

It would mess future events up. A life for a life.

He hoped Lucas was alright, knowing their guilt.

He was, unfortunately not certain if they, too were even alive right now.

[trondopeacekeeper]

"Besides in regard to fae kissing someone can break spells sometimes. Sooo..." Tomas gives Trondo a long kiss. (luteoflaughs)

@luteoflaughs

The kiss lasted longer and caught Trondo off guard in ways he couldn't have anticipated. The first thing he noticed was how soft Tomas' lips felt, a sweet taste that lingered and beckoned him to get closer, almost entering inside the intoxicating lush. Was this how the lips of a dragon Artisan tasted?

For a moment, Trondo surrendered to the sensation, drawing Tomas in with a firm grip on his waist, pulling him closer with a raw intensity that made his heart race. If the charming, innocent bard wished to engage in this game, then Trondo was more than ready to take control.

He pushed deeper, the thrill of the moment igniting that big spark within him.

[trondopeacekeeper]

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''EVERYTHING''

Starting with Pari's soft pink lips, her youthful innocence, her playful spirit, those curves that sent the dragon's head spinning in every direction… including towards his own desires. Pari was a whirlwind of sensations that drove Trondo absolutely wild.

Her laughter was like a melody that lingered in the air, captivating anyone who listened. The way she moved, with effortless grace, seemed to emit an energy that wrapped around Trondo, drawing him in deeper with every glance. Each moment spent in her presence felt electric, sparking thoughts and feelings he had never experienced before.

When she smiled, it was as if the world momentarily paused to admire her charm. Trondo found himself captivated by the way she viewed life, with a childlike wonder that reminded him of simpler times. Every encounter with Pari was a delightful surprise, leaving him wondering how he could ever truly understand the enigma she embodied.

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With each passing moment, Trondo found himself enjoying the fight more and more, even though a hint of frustration bubbled within him. Each slash, thrust, jab was deftly dodged by an agile Reyna, who danced across the sand with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural. Her blue scales shimmered brilliantly in the fierce sunlight, casting fleeting reflections that flickered like lightning.

The sweat dripped from Trondo’s brow, a mix of exertion and the scorching heat of the sun above, each drop resembling a tear falling from his rugged skin. He was alive in this moment, adrenaline coursing through him. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of being outmaneuvered.

During one furious exchange, Trondo braced himself as Reyna lunged. He locked his arm, taut and ready, holding her at bay until every sinew in his body coiled like a spring. Just when he thought he had the upper hand, she flicked her tail with a sharp precision, striking his leg playfully, as if teasing him.

“And I have more surprises in store… if you know where to look” he quipped, his voice carrying a playful challenge.

In a sudden rush, he released his weapon, aiming to execute a new series of spins and movements with the sword, probing for weaknesses in her defense. But in that split second, his lack of experience shone through. The sun glared off the blade, blinding him momentarily. As he stumbled, gravity took over, and he found himself tumbling right on top of Reyna.

Reality hit him like a cold wave as he realized his position, his weight pressing down on her in a way that felt far from honorable. A fierce blush crept up his face, flooding him with embarrassment. Instantly, he scrambled to his feet, extending a hand toward Reyna, hoping to help her rise.

“I… I’m sorry. I got too much carried away” he stammered, his heart racing not just from the fight but also from the unexpected intimacy of their tumble.

Reyna was playful because to her, this wasn't a serious fight. Of course, she was fighting seriously, but not going all out. If she did, it'd likely be a lot more damaging to Trondo, and the surrounding environment. Still, she doesn't hesitate to be careful, and show off her skills.

Every slash and counter attack was met with a graceful dodge. Duck, slide, jump, dive, every way she could move, she did with precision and speed. It was almost like she was dancing along with him, smiling through the work out.

"You've really got good speed, power, and technique!" She says, continuing to dodge. But, through the moves, she was analyzing his. When he does a sideways slash next, she ducks bowing backwards, but is swinging her dagger. Not at him, but at his blade, trying to force him either off balance with the move, or to knock it out of his grasp. She planned to use the momentum against him.

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Wounded and battered, Trondo's sense of time had dissolved into nothingness. Lying there on the cold forest floor, his massive dragon body bore the brutal marks of violence: scorch marks, bullet wounds and deep gashes marred his tough, orange-brown scales. His breaths were shallow, yet they spoke of a spirit that refused to surrender or abandon the fight.

The crunch of leaves and the sound of measured footsteps alerted Trondo to the presence of something —or someone— approaching. His senses sharpened, survival instincts flaring to life as never before. With painstaking slowness, the Peace Keeper raised his head. His dreadlocked mane was a tangled mess, obscuring half of his tattooed face and giving him an even wilder, more dangerous look.

"Who... Who are you?" he rasped.

Trondo tried to rise, managing only a few inches before collapsing back to the ground with a heavy thud. He was utterly spent. Those damned military forces from corrupt governments had left him in utter ruin. And yet, he had managed to take down as many as he could before fleeing into the unknown. He needed help. Desperately.

"No... I am not okay'' he whispered. His yellow eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he felt the bullets embedded in his flesh with every breath, every word. "If you're here to finish me off, now's your chance. Don't hesitate... I'm sick of this planet."

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Leaves crunched under Dwight’s feet as he strayed off the path and into the woods. It was as if the little witch didn’t know about attracting attention to him with his careless steps. Any wildlife would be alerted to his presence and scurry away before they could be spoofed.

It was rather dangerous to be straying off the beaten path. It was a natural trail for people wanting to experience nature. For Dwight however, he was on a mission. Winter was just around the corner and if he didn’t collect his plants, then he’d be without ingredients for the season. He could always buy the ingredients, but he preferred to find them on his own.

Dwight sighs and his breath comes out in a cloud. It was already starting to get cold in November; cold enough that Dwight took a coat with him. As Dwight continued to walk through the woods, he froze when he saw something on the ground. It appeared to be massive and that’s when Dwight realized that it appeared alive.

‘Is it a bear’?! Dwight thought to himself.

Upon closer inspection, it didn’t seem like a bear. It didn’t even seem much like an animal. But then what was it? Dwight realized that whatever it was, it appeared to be injured.

“Are you okay?”

[trondopeacekeeper]

"And what do you remember exactly, little one? How brutal and horrible I must have been to you?"

@trondopeacekeeper asked: ''Do you remember me?''

"Aren't you Trondo? I recall meeting you a few times in the past"

[trondopeacekeeper]

"Have you thought about the future, beyond this moment?" (luteoflaughs)

@luteoflaughs

"Why should I care about the fate of an uncertain future? There’s nothing for me here in the present, so I highly doubt there’s anything waiting for me down the line."

The Assassin dragon adjusted the bandana across his forehead, concealing any hint of his emotions from above his brow. He had always believed that the movements of his forehead revealed far too much about his feelings and intentions, a vulnerability he could not afford. The thought of others deciphering his innermost thoughts filled him with a suffocating dread.

Tomas’ question, though seemingly absurd, lingered in Trondo’s mind. Yes, he’d contemplated the future, though he would never admit it outright. He felt a paralyzing fear of continuing to battle an enemy he could never truly escape: himself. All that lay before him was an uncertain darkness, a path that, if taken, could spiral into madness. Paradoxically, it was the only path he had left.

In a moment of unexpected curiosity, Trondo turned slightly toward Tomas, his emerald wings shimmering in the night’s glow.

"And you? Have you ever thought about your future? I imagine you see it filled with grand concerts, laughter and adventures, don’t you?"

His voice dripped with a subtle mockery, a bitter twist that added weight to the air. As he spoke, he couldn’t shake the gnawing sensation that perhaps Tomas, with his dreams and aspirations, still held a glimmer of hope that he had long since extinguished.

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A roar of excitement, demand and aggression erupted from the twisted maw of the dragon, his jaws slightly parted as he expelled fire that had been pent up for far too long, like the seed growing on his lower intimate parts. The flames scorched Trondo’s throat, a couple of flickering tongues of fire slipped between his upper teeth, casting an equally searing gaze toward his captor.

He had spent too long on the edge with Butch by his side, sharing not just escapades but also moments thick with tension, nearly palpable, as if the air itself held a knife’s edge. Trondo sensed something buried deep within the cowboy, that wild spirit that dared to tame the beast at any cost. But Trondo wasn’t about to make it easy for him. In response to those words, he thrashed against the bindings that held him captive. To his dismay, he quickly realized the futility of his struggle; the thundering pulse between his legs only intensified the heat coursing through his veins, turning the space beneath him into an embarrassing display of hunger and desire.

His mind spiraled into chaos, desire flooding every inch of his being. Flickers of heated whispers intertwined with his growing urge to release right then and there. To take or be taken, reaching a point that threatened to drive him mad. Every inch of his body trembled with need, shivers coursing through him as a few crucial words flashed in his mind; each one striking like a bolt of lightning, each impact a drop of precum formed at the tip of his massive member which was straining against the binds as tightly as the rope around his horns and neck.

“Take. Fill. Mine. Milk dry.”

Overcome by a surge of frustrating, lustful fury, Trondo let out another roar, this one more aggressive as he attempted to surge onto all fours towards Butch, intent on tearing his clothes to shreds and claiming him right there on the ground. Oh, the overwhelming frustration! Something hot burned within him, an unpleasant sensation that ignited every nerve. Never had he felt so riled up, yet so dangerously restrained.

“DAMN IT!” growled he, eyes locked onto Butch, narrowing with a sinister grin. “Stop talking and… Damn it. Put your skills to the test with me. Let’s see if you can last long enough to give me all the pleasure I crave right now…”

It comes as a bit of a surprise when Trondo snaps at him like that, but he remains undeterred—it was a chance he was taking by manhandling the beast the way he was. Something about the look on the dragons face though, told him he might be enjoying this particular sort of attention, despite his outburst and a lighthearted laugh escapes him at Trondo’s demand, “When I already gotcha by th’ horns? Not a chance.” A gloved hand moves from stroking his scaly face and travel up to his horns instead, gripping one lightly and gliding his hand along the texture of it. “Sides, I don’t see ya movin~ An’ I’m sure big ol’ you can pull away anytime ya want, anyhow.” He adds smugly. Hes got the beast right where he wants him, and Trdono doesn’t even realize it yet.

“Well, I’d say m’already half way there with all that ‘tude yer givin’ me big fella.” Butch retorts with amusement in his tone at Trondo’s suggestion to anger him, his smirk a little wider than before. “Ain’t that somethin…” He muses thoughtfully. “Everytime I’ve tamed a beast b’fore, all its taken’s a lil’ patience and love. Is it true y’need me t’be aggressive with ya, or are ya jus’ int’ that kinda thing? Y’can be honest with me~” He strokes that horn slowly.

“…An’ what’f I wanna be nice t’ya instead, huh? Tell ya how good ya are… how big y’are as I take it all… ? Or are ya rusty? S’that why yer playin’ coy?”His smugness doesn’t leave him. “Don’t wanna lose it all at once, huh? Well—jus’ know I won’t be complainin’ when ya fill me all th’ way up, even f’it’s a lil’ early. I know big guys like you don’t last too long when someone’s gotcha in a nice vice grip. An’ boy am I tight.” His eyes dart downwards briefly as if taking in that bristling excitement but they don’t linger; he releases Trondo’s horn abruptly and takes a step back, giving the rope still tightened around the dragons horn a tug as he begins to step in the opposite direction. Was he leading him somewhere all of a sudden?

“Sides, y’wouldnt last anyway… my grips too firm, an’ I know how t’milk ‘em dry.” Sly eyes peek over at Trondo as if to gauge his reaction. He’d jump the dragons bones right then and there if he didn’t see it as too forward. The thought of all he’s potentially packing is even serving to rile him up some.

[trondopeacekeeper]

//Hello everybody! I am alive! And my dad is feeling better and I could have some more free time. I'm replying the threats one by one, slowly but consistently. Surely I would put them on queue soon and answer the DM's I have.

I apologize for these abrupt hiatus I usually have but I think I am sometimes more related to Trondo and his antics more than I wish...

[trondopeacekeeper]

//Hello everyone. My dad is not improving and I fear the worst. For now, I will take some semi-hiatus in all of the senses until I see what happens. I feel completely mentally and physically drained and I'm even having problems to nurture and rest myself. I promise when everything settles again I will come back. For now, I have to go.

[trondopeacekeeper]

And some human Trondo I made the other day with Picrew (I lost the link but might I post it later if I find it!)

[trondopeacekeeper]

It's not munday but I think I've never shared a pic of my stupid face behind this terrible mother...f... I have as muse.

It's my "tuesday" and I'm already so tired. I'm totally inspired and I don't have time for write. I shall come back soon, I promise.

[trondopeacekeeper]

"Love doesn't have to make sense you love who you love. And well, since I fell for you then you will likely become the target of those who took me. They take or try to harm anyone I get truly close to." Tomas says to Trondo. (luteoflaughs)

@luteoflaughs

Trondo swallowed hard, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he stepped closer to Tomas. In that moment, no spells were needed to draw him to the bard. With a gentle touch, he wrapped his fingers around the other dragon's arm, grounding himself in the warmth of their connection. He hesitated, not wanting to pry into the depths of his heart, even as questions danced on the tip of his tongue. Why had the bard chosen a being like him, a creature with shadows in its past?

Instead, he focused on the present, on the precious fact that Tomas affection encompassed him. It filled him with an undeniable warmth that replaced the cold uncertainties he had carried for far too long. As their gazes locked, an unspoken understanding shimmered between them. Love, in all its complexities, was a treasure he never expected to find.

With a soft smile breaking through his worry, Trondo let his heart speak. "You don’t need to worry about them. I’m here, and I’ll stand by you. We'll face whatever comes together."

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