Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

Snipe short hyper caffeinated uber-delayed shit post- here we go!

Goliath grunted in dissapointment. Another miserable addition to the shitstorm that had ravished his day. Some wolf he barely met became the Wocha, and Goliath was still tumbling around as a Kru, even after all of his hard work. (Not that he was going for that role, he just simply despised the idea of more military authority over him) It was bad enough that he saw the little runt that pestered him get praised by the queen herself, especially while enduring the aches and pains he carried with him due to his constant work.

Not paying much attention to the rest of the ceremony, Goliath simply kept his expression stone-faced, and daydreamed a perfect war scenario, full of adrenale and where he could simply kill and slaugther and not sit through boring, painful conferences.