Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160703102409/@comment-28270366-20160704023117

//Coldbourne: Well, he said it. I was to go out after the next panel. And I know military trainings are strict before. But remember, you won't like me when I'm angry!

Coldbourne: (In mind: You should have asked politer. I'm and 879 year old pure cold born dragon. Son of the legendary Ironscale. I am one person who doesn't like conflicts. So don't you dare shout at me, or I'll roar deep. A roar strong from the lost heir of ancient dragons. So watch your mouth there, (whatever plant you are), you should pay respect for the elderly. You are a good soldier right? Better pay respect. Because I can cryogenically freeze you in place and bite your leaf off.) *stares at him with blue, mad eyes, and huffs cold air from his nose* As you wish. Sorry for intruding. *gets back to his portal*

Draken: *pleeds Mr. Hunt to be kind to his uncle* Rarawsharrararawsharawn! (Please be nice to Uncle Coldbourne. He's just an old dragon. He can give you kindness back too.)

(If he accepts the pleed, Draken will rush immediately to the arcade machines and wreck them. If he gets angry, he will walk sadly to those machine, bite an electric cord, and have himself electrocuted. But still destroys the machine.)

//Coldbourne: And yeah. He's just a kid. What if he gets injured. Would these trainers help hhi? I know little Highbourne is a good fighter and a kind kid. They should have felt that to them since they are still young. Wait, why am I still hher? *opens a portal back to Iceland and exits.*