trondopeacekeeper

[trondopeacekeeper]

//This catastrophe in Valencia (region on the mainland but close to the Balearic islands where I live) is consuming my mind and will. I'm all ok, don't worry about me, but I'm extremely disgusted to live in this country right now.

Soon I will return, I just need some rest time to order my thoughts.

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"The fuck... Why am I receiving so many cat paws? Is this a joke or something?"

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Armor-Piercing Question starters

"Why did you do it? Did you even consider the consequences?" "Do you really think this is what they would have wanted?" "Have you ever stopped to think about who you're hurting?" "What makes you believe you're justified in your actions?" "Is this really the person you want to become?" "How can you live with yourself after what you've done?" "Did you ever think about the lives you're destroying?" "What happened to the person I used to know?" "Have you become so consumed by hate that you can't see reason?" "Do you even care about the people you're hurting?" "What's the endgame here? Where does it all lead?" "Did you ever stop to consider the pain you're causing others?" "Is this what you really want, or are you just running from something?" "Have you thought about the future, beyond this moment?" "Can you honestly say you're proud of what you've become?" "Why do you keep pushing everyone away, even those who care about you?" "Is this really the path you want to walk?" "What do you hope to achieve by all of this?" "Have you even thought about the consequences of your actions?" "Do you think you can keep living like this, without facing the truth?"

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Trondo let out a heavy sigh and went to take another swig from the bottle, only realizing it was empty when he tilted it upside down. He lowered it back down to the ground with another resigned sigh.

"I suppose you're right. And I'll tell you this, Pari - if you earn my trust, there won't be a soul or creature in this place that lays a hand on you."

He wasn't about to start telling her how he'd like to smash that man's head against the floor, force-feed him a bomb and then finish by shoving his dagger to the bastard's throat.

They sat in silence for a few moments longer before Trondo finally accepted reluctantly to resume eating something. He could go for days without food, but he didn't feel like having to. He was comfortable with Pari and wanted to keep talking to her, an unusual feeling for him since night was usually his ally for silence and meditation. It was as he was cutting a piece of bread, dagger slicing on the soft surface, that an anecdote from his past came to mind, chipping away a little at the shell he always kept around himself.

"You asked me before if my heart had ever been broken…" he commented with a sarcastic growl, almost as if he were laughing at his own fate. "Many times. Once I fell in love with a mermaid who turned out to be one of my mission targets. Someone stole the eggs of an extinct species of dragon, the same ones I had been sent to retrieve. When I met her for first, she seduced me and then made me believe we could carry out the mission together, when she had possessed the eggs from the start."

"Thing is, Trondo, I know where I stand with you at the very least."

Pari replied, hoping that at least her explanation would also cement her own thoughts on the situation.

"You've never been dishonest about how you feel, and about your thoughts on me being here. And I appreciate that and you a lot more than you know.."

She added, although she shook her head at his statement about how he'd feel if he crossed paths with her ex.

"I'll not ask. But.. let's not make this about him anymore. He's left behind. He doesn't know where I am.."

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The tension that had been building and was now finally released in a violent way, a whirlwind of repressed emotions now vomited out in such a passionate and possessive manner, was causing one of the peculiar tics in his eye when he got strangely nervous and on edge.

She was giving him total access, if that's what he wanted.

Oh, and how much Trondo wanted it. More than anything else in that moment.

With two long strides, Trondo quickly approached Pari and then, once he was mere inches from her, his towering body looming over her, the thick smoke billowing from his nostrils, his hidden erection now seeming even larger up close… He embraced her. His powerful arms wrapped around her small, sensual body, pulling the girl's small frame forcefully into his broad, well-defined chest, marked by firm muscles covered in scars. The scent of male dragon mixed with Pari's sweet, tangy aroma. He gently nuzzled his snout through her blue-tinted hair, trying to absorb more of the tender aroma that was turning him on.

"I warned you, Pari… I told you I was dangerous and couldn't control myself. When a Peace Keeper male is in heat, he's unstoppable. A whisper, a look… I don't want to hurt you. You understand?"

More than a warning, it sounded like a growl of need and plea. Trondo's claw slid down to Pari's ass. That was enough to make her let out a growl.

"Tell me to stop and I will…"

Pari froze. Her pale green eyes carefully regarding him as he finally unleashed his bottled emotions, among other things entirely.

Although she didn't let her gaze linger downwards, she couldn't help but notice the tension between them.

"But.. I know you won't hurt me the way he did. That being said I had absolutely no idea that you'd felt this way for me at all.."

After all, he had been a little hot and cold with her so it was hard for her to tell.

"But.. if.. I'm what you want, I can help.."

If he'd let her, of course. Pari would never pressure him.

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"🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want.

''I want those damned Gnorcs to suffer for what they have done to this Realm! They have to pay...''

''As soon as the sun sets, I'm going to Dry Canyon to have my thirst pleased... Wanna come with me?''

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Sabrina grazed in the meadow, the dew-kissed grass cool against her velvet muzzle. The moon hung low in the sky, a silver crescent that mirrored the one on her forehead. She paused, her purple eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of dawn. Her mane and tail fluttered in the gentle breeze, the ethereal shimmer of moonlit nights playing across their lengths.

The forest stood tall around her, sentinels of shadow and mystery, whispering secrets that only the nocturnal creatures understood. A hoot owl called out, its mournful melody echoing through the trees. Sabrina raised her head, ears pricking at the sound. She was not afraid, for she had roamed these woods for longer than she cared to remember.

Her hooves clicked against the crystal-studded ground as she trotted to the stream's edge. The water was clear and cold, reflecting the night sky's stars like scattered jewels. As she bent to drink, the crystals glinted, casting an eerie glow on her fur. It was a stark contrast to the soft luminescence that usually surrounded her, a reminder of the curse that had stolen her true form.

Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush caught her attention. Her head shot up, ears swiveling to locate the source of the disturbance. A young being. They are not from this area, that much she could tell. The clothes were foreign, his scent unfamiliar to these lands. As her eyes widen and narrow, as she moves to see the source of the sound.

@fallesto

For what felt like an eternity, Trondo had lost himself in the almost magical undergrowth of this forest. With each step he took trees, grass and weeds growing around him transformed into an enigmatic beauty. Night fell quickly, the stars in the sky put on a clean show of twinkling jewels, beautiful but also distant. The dragon had the thought of taking to the skies and flying over the area, to see the density of such a vast forest and where its end lay. He restrained himself at the instant his sharp senses caught something moving a few meters away, a shadow among the branches approaching a stream. Driven by curiosity, Trondo turned his steps towards the presence, his muscular legs trying to offset the force of his weight on the ground to make as little noise as possible.

The sound of a twig breaking under the claws of his feet was enough to provoke a loud crack, alerting the creature. As it turned, Trondo remained very still while the yellow piercing eyes mentally dissected the creature he had in front of him; it was a kind of horse but with a horn on its forehead, a being as bright and white as a diamond, its ethereal presence competing with the equally unreal environment.

"Ah… Easy, I'm not going to hurt you." Trondo's lips moved in a whisper, raising his strong arms with calm movements in an attempt not to startle whatever it was he had in front. He truly didn't wish the creature any harm, but he felt that his threatening appearance (even more so under the light of that night) could put him at a great disadvantage, especially with a being that seemed to be all purity.

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''Ah... Do you really want to talk about my last birthday? I would rather to passed it alone as always, but Titan, Tomas and Andy were totally excited to arrange some party, despite my efforts to reject the many manipulation attempts they committed to me.''

And so, they finally emerged victorious. Having been defeated, Trondo begged and pleaded for a small party, an intimate gathering where he knew everyone well. Somehow, someway, news echoed throughout Peace Keepers and beyond, resulting in a surprise birthday bash, complete with an enormous cake crafted by none other than Andy himself; a dubious concoction of mud, toothpaste, and only the Ancestors only knew what other ingredients.

As they sang happy birthday, Trondo recalled how he had desperately screamed at them not to do it, to spare him that agony for his ears and pride. With that, the cold snake that was his heart uncoiled and gazed outward at the festive singing with curiosity, even feeling a strange, long-lost happiness and nostalgia.

Truly, it was the best birthday party he could remember in ages.

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"I didn't say it makes us anything. It's just a simple fact! Nothing else!"

"You remind me of me: always grumpy, always angry. What a two tsunderes we make..."

(Lool. Hello haha)

"So what? We share the same attitude and you think that suddenly this alone is supposed to make us...what exactly?"

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🐹 [HAMSTER FACE] — adorable (Luteoflaughs) Tomas smiles.

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"Adorable??!"

With the intent of seeming as terrifying and horrifying as possible, Trondo put on one of his most wild, unhinged, and fearsome grimaces, the kind that could make even the bravest hatchling cry.

"Is this adorable to you?" he asked, putting on a low, raspy voice until he finally let out a laugh. "Come on! Don't make me laugh…"

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"Malefor?!"

That name was almost forbidden among the dragons of the Realms. Only a few, the oldest of all, could still remember stories of the fallen dragon who had lived eons ago, ruling the world with shadows and chaos.

"How… How did you see…him?''

Even Trondo's usual bravado had disappeared in the face of the news, wanting to know more about Spyro's encounter with the dark dragon.

"Good to see you again. It's been 110 years, for me at least. I've been up to a lot, really, I've traveled the multiverse... I have even conquered Malefor. "

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Trondo's lips curved into an involuntary smirk as he watched Butch saunter about, his carefree whistle piercing the evening air. The human-demon cowboy unburdened nature was a strange sort of balm, a refreshing contrast to the weight that typically anchored Trondo's own steps. He trailed Butch to the nest of wool blankets, his scaled form sinking onto the makeshift bed with a soft 'thwump' that sent up a tiny puff of dust. The blanket was too small for his almost three and half meters, but the gesture was more than appreciated.

As the fire's warmth began to seep into his bones, Trondo felt some of the tension in his muscles unwind, like the careful uncoiling of a rusty spring. He settled in, his tail wrapping around him in a protective curl, and studied Butch from beneath the shadow of his bandana.

Gazing up at the sky, his brow furrowed. He was used to seeing a galaxy full of stars, moons and even transit planets in the night sky, like an artist's canvas of cosmic beauty. The Earth night sky felt a bit lackluster compared. In some way, nostalgia washed over him once more and his eyes scanned the stars above, attempting to make out some trace of a familiar constellation. But there was nothing recognizable there. Everything was alien and dull.

"Is this it?" he asked, half to himself, the other half to Butch. "Your world's sky is so...empty."

Butch was taking his chances by reaching out and touching the beast while he’s internally wrestling with his own anger but he had never been one to hesitate or second guess himself, so the consequences of his actions are more than welcome. Like taming an unruly bull—getting the horns was always a possibility. Luckily for him, those consequences don’t involve getting bitten or scratched or shoved away.

A small reassuring smile curls at the corners of the cowboys lips when Trondo speaks up, and thanks him… he’s not sure what all of the business between he and his rival was about, but he’s already on the dragons side one hundred percent! He hadn’t known him for long but Trondo didn’t exactly strike Butch as the insincere type.

“Hey, yer one scary fella but only when y’mean t’be. I ain’t gonna go judgin’ ya based on yer size or how sharp yer teeth are. ‘Sides, y’ain’t been rough with me! Not that I’d have any complaints,” The cowboy adds that last part with a lighthearted laugh. “But it sounds like a mighty fine idea t’me, restin’ up an’ all b’fore lookin’ fer this guy.” He pats at those scales firmly before retracting his hand. “An’, ah… I’m not sure what all we could do ‘bout my situation but I sure’d ‘ppreciate th’ company.” He admits.

“Now, startin’ t’get a lil’ dark out. Wanna lay out under th’ stars t’night? Might be a lil’ chilly but I got a coupla wool blankets that’re mighty warm!” Butch is already making his way over to his tent where he drops down and crawls inside. Out he comes only moments later with two large folded plaid wool blankets and a big ol’ smile. He starts by finding an open space near the fire and there he unfurls one, laying it out flat on the ground where the heat of the flames could be felt.

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The mention of food made Trondo's stomach roar with a savage, almost lion-like growl, a churning sound that filled the air. With a sigh and a touch of embarrassment, he brought a clawed hand to his bare stomach, gently tracing the massive scars that marred the brown scales of his torso.

"I can't deny that I could do with something to eat… And not just goats and calves. I'm sick of that."

At last, Trondo gestured forward, urging Queenie to begin their journey.

"Well, I'll follow you. I just hope the locals aren't too startled by my presence. Though if you say there are others like me around here, I suppose they'll be used to it."

And that arrogant part of Trondo smirked inwardly, wondering if there might indeed be other dragons… But none would surely match him. And less in his male sense of ego.

“In theory? Yes. In practice.” There was a nervous laugh. “I was never an expert in metalworking. But given the shift to factory forms for metalworking, I mean, hell, beretta moved out, and I took some of their used goods.” She said sighing. “I’ll check what works. But how about I get you a meal first and you can worry about work later?”

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Naida. Era un nombre realmente bello para una criatura igual de hermosa. La suave orilla se hundía bajo los pies dracónicos de Trondo, el agua de las olas lamiendo ritmicamente las escamas de sus tobillos.

"Naida... Encantado de conocerte" y él fue honesto, puesto que de otra manera, la joven sirena lo habría notado de inmediato. Si por algo era conocido Trondo alrededor era precisamente por su impredecible temperamento, a veces frío y otras veces explosivo, una mezcla de elementos que podían crear una bomba de relojería al mínimo suspiro.

Pero su corazón anhelaba tanta paz y su voluntad estaba tan quebrada que ya sólo en sus ojos había una terrible melancolía teñida por la ira. La ira de las cosas que fueron y él no pudo ser lo suficiente fuerte para afrontarlas.

Naida lo miraba con curiosidad y una candida sonrisa, de esas que a Trondo le solian desarmar en cuestion de minutos. Sí, era cierto, el mar podía saber demasiadas cosas. Y por eso mismo, al dragón le causaba tanto miedo y respeto a la par.

"Lo sé. Sé que el mar lo adivina todo. Lo aprendí muy a las malas." dijo él con un rugido suave, casi mezclándose con el mismo sonido de las olas bajo sus pies. "Y me temo que mi vida ha sido en sí misma un gran pesar desde el día que eclosioné."

Soltando un suspiro cansado, los enormes musculos de Trondo antes en tension se relajaron por fin.

"Dime. ¿Es aquí dónde vives? ¿Es esto tu hogar?"

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"No… Do not apologize. It is not your fault. It is only that you are… Too innocent to understand the passions that lie within the hearts of mortals."

Dragons could live for thousands of years, but like everything else on the material world, time did not spare them either; the cycle consumed them as well, leading into eternal sleep to make way for new generations. And so it went on forever. It was only natural that Spring, being an entirely eternal being beyond the curse - or blessing - of death, would not fully understand the more… passionate and carnal aspects of existence.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Trondo raised his claw and placed it on the curve of Spring's waist, caressing her with reverence, his touch like the whisper of a butterfly's wings, showing her that despite his bloody deeds in the past; the ferocity and brutality that ran through his very being, he was also capable of the sweetest and most subtle acts.

"You are fascinating. Not just for what you represent, which is so opposed to my own fiery nature… But also your beauty. The curves of your fresh and lush body, the delicacy of your lips, the touch of leaves on your skin…"

Was he perhaps being too forward? Not in his words, but in his actions. He did not want to make her feel uncomfortable, but he could no longer contain what he held within himself.

Spring covered her mouth. Gasped. She had never imagined. Never ever imagined she could have had such effect on someone else.

"I..."

She didn't know what to say. She could tell facts about creatures on earth, tell what secrets lurked in the deepest abyss of the oceans. And yet she failed to recognize someone had grown fond of her.

"I'm sorry..." All she could say

"I'm sorry i was so naive... I... Didn't know" She bit her lower lip with guilt "I am not good at this. It's the first time that ever happened, i...-"