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| He knew his bonded the moment he crashed forth from his calcified prison, claws, ridges, and horns slashing and splitting the shell apart. The newly hatched fire stepped from the broken remains of his egg with fluid-like grace, head held up proudly. He padded with languid elegance, sitting before his rider. “I have had much time to consider the words I would say unto you, O’ dear bonded of mine… For they need to be fantastical words that are worthy of the start of an epic such as ours. And these are the words I decided upon; Henceforth, people from all across the land will harken to hear of our legend, the tale of Tezcatlipoca and Legato! Our epic will be the grandest thing to ever exist!” He purred and cleared his throat, pleased by his words so far. “By the waning light of the sun, by the blood colored skies, in the hatching grounds of those before we, and the heat of the summer season, all the world was hush and silent, all were watchful in anticipation—“ Legato made the mistake of interrupting Tezcatlipoca, insisting that the sky was not blood colored nor anywhere near it yet for the sun would not set for a long time now. Tez reacted by hissing and knocking Legato on his back then sulking, claiming he had forgotten the rest of the epic but knew there were at least sixteen pages worth, which brought Legato to question how he knew what sixteen pages worth consisted of since he had just hatched. This continued on until Tezcatlipoca finally relented and insisted he could debate no longer until he was fed. - Excerpt from Legato's, rider of Tezcatlipoca, history |
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