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[h1][color=fff79a]Vetreus Draedora[/color][/h1]
Titles: Prime, Draconian, Western Empire Nobility B, Draedora Tutelage 
Mentions: [@DoubleChecker] [@Book] [@Red Hood]

Goals: Acquire Harvester Asset Mine F

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[H1][color=0072bc]Griselda[/color][/h1]
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The swordsman held his follow through as he watched the slashes of his blade decimate the foe that stood before them. The melding of radiant energy and dragon fire proved to be a destructive combination. If the abomination garnered the same weaknesses as the stalker then It was likely there was little to no trace of it left.

Vetreus could feel heat emanating from the blade. The scorching steel threatening to burn its wielder with daring desire. Even the draconian was caught off guard, slightly stunned because he knew that the move could’ve caused more desire if he chose it.

It would only grow stronger from here.

Griselda would break him out of his thoughts, snaking around his face with a wide toothy grin.

[color=0072bc]“Sooooo? Did we do it did we do it?Canieatitcanieatitcanieati?”[/color] She bounced in front of him with childlike wonder. Thick strands of saliva were ready to pour out of her mouth in gluttonous desire.

The draconian would compose himself, taking a breath of air. 

[color=fff79a]“No, you should clear the area before lowering your guard.”[/color] He growled, his gaze was fixed on the shed that stood eerily nearby. 

The dragon deflated slightly. She had been obedient and good on the mission thus far. Why must Vetreus be so rude and deprive her of a meal she earned? He agreed after all! She would chuff out sulfur from her nose in a sassy manner, her body language lacking its usual youthfulness. Even Esther’s compliment wasn’t enough to pull her out of her temper.

[color=0072bc]“Hmm…yah sure..no problem.”[/color] She muttered, though her tail didn’t betray the slight joy the thanks gave her.

Fei’s remark made Vetreus smirk, [color=fff79a]“Found your funny bone while fighting I see, good.”[/color] He would turn towards the shed, two hands firmly placed on the White Wyrms' hilt. He was prepared for what lay behind the door.