[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Post ends with No cleaning
[b]Tagging:[/b][@Fetzen] [b]Mentioned:[/b] N/A

While kneeling in the sympathetic defeat of his pride, No listened to the smack the gargoyle tried to drop on him. His sharp teeth came together in a frown and a rumbling growl rolled from his chest.

[b]So tell me…why don’t you look like a dragon? Shouldn’t you have tapped into your true form and exploited its power minutes ago to destroy the whole damn city in a fit of rage? It would suit your character.[/b]

“A piece of ****ing curb don’t know me,” No hissed.

His imprisonment was always such a sore spot. If it hadn’t been for the mage, then he might have burned down every city to include the damn rocks like Kerylun.

[b]I want to see that dragon’s strength that you bear inside your body. Grab my waist and lift me off the floor…[/b]

“You dare test me?” the dragon snarled.

Small flickering flames appeared within the golden rings of No’s eyes. His pupils thinned into hair-thin slits and his hands curled into large fists upon the floor. His arm muscles swelled with strength and with a barbarous bellow, No pushed off the floor. His arms stretched wide open as he rushed the gargoyle in an attempt to grab hold of his stony form. If No proved successful, then he would lock his arms about him, hands grasping the back of his thighs for better purchase, and drive his feet into the floor as he attempted to lift with all of his legs' strength.

No immediately realized that the gargoyle was not a lightweight. He figured that he wouldn’t be, but he didn’t expect him to be [i]that[/i] heavy. The effort the dragon was putting forth made his eyes nearly bulge and his every muscle tremble in the struggle.

“You…son ova’…” No rasped out, spit sputtering from his mouth in his desperation to prove to the gargoyle that he wasn’t entirely weak. He wasn’t this weak. He couldn’t be. Not even for a human. He was a dragon! His eyes shifted a crimson-red and the warrior roared in his determination: [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LmM3MGEwYS5VbUZoWVdGb0lRLCwuMAAA/krugmann-brush.regular.png[/img]

An inch! He was able to lift the gargoyle an inch from the floor before a combination of the gargoyle’s weight and No’s balance began to waiver. The crimson swiftly left No’s eyes when he felt the gargoyle’s weight rocking in his gradually weakening arms. He couldn’t even keep him steady. His heart leapt when he felt the weight rock toward him, fearing to be crushed and he attempted to shift the gargoyle’s weight forward so that if he did drop him, it would at least be away from him.