Kingdom Come is... coming.
Added 2018-08-14 11:28:43 +0000 UTC
Lucien stepped around the side of his dragon’s neck, leaning out to grin down at us from above. “Well, this is quite the reception, isn’t it? How nice to see you again, Hector.”
“Hey, man. Seems like some congratulations are in order.” I fixed a beaming smile on my face and stood up on Karalti’s back, resting my spear over my shoulders. “You managed to pull your tongue out of Baldr’s ass for a whole day.”
Lucien sniffed. “How hilarious. We’re here to-“
“That shit must be real tasty if Violetta’s dining out on it as well.” I raised my voice and talked right over him, drill-sergeant style. “What the hell happened to you two? And what the fuck happened to your dragons?”
Violetta pulled Rutha around and held a knife to her neck. She stared at me with dead, dull blue eyes while the elfin sorceress swooned.
“You insolent…!” Lucien ground his teeth. “We could destroy this place and take your stupid queen dragon, you know.”
“I’m pretty sure His Majesty would have something to say about that.” I forced myself not to stare at Rutha, to keep their attention on me.
“Every man down there is shaking his boots. Kushiel and Freyr are fully grown dragons,” he boasted. “Or are you blind as well as stupid? I’m the Wing Captain of the Order of St. Grigori now.”
“Fully grown in three weeks?” I eyed the pair of mutated dragons. “They don’t exactly look healthy.”
“Looks can be deceiving, can’t they?” Lucien said smugly.
“What level is your dragon? Six? Seven?”
“It’s a number higher than six, but below the number of inches of dick you sucked to be here today, ‘Wing Captain’.”
