Dragoncrest Cliffs you love in a time of children marching in boots fashioned for soldiers ages apart

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He does not expect the coammander to do what she does, but truthfully, he should have. He knows nothing else of her than the quaking fear she places within his breast, and therefore should expect nothing else of her than an intent to either de-humanize him more than she has or to completely break him and re-build him to the mould she wants. But something triggers his suspicion when she calls for an auidence to witness what may take place, and his hind freezes up, muscles locking up as if in preperation of what is to come. And sure enough, it comes, and he mvoes defensively out of the way, sheilding his hind legs with the mass of his upper body so that if the other attempts to charge for his hind, he will meet the readily awaiting set of teeth Isengrim holds in defense. He figures the other wishes to put him out of mobility, and thus rendering incapable of retaliating but the boy has other plans; taking little time to decide what his next move is, he takes advantage of the close proximity and launches in attempt to snag the soft of the other's side within his jaw. 

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