[Vanitas drops him the last few feet, letting him land in his little ball as he crashes against some bushes and comes to rest.
His breaths are coming fast through his nostrils, snorting and rumbling faintly in both irritation and pain as he picks himself up out of his rough landing and finds a more comfortable spot against the ground. He licks at his wounds, eyes glaring slightly at the smaller dragon as he does so.
You are way more trouble than you're worth, runt. B(]
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His breaths are coming fast through his nostrils, snorting and rumbling faintly in both irritation and pain as he picks himself up out of his rough landing and finds a more comfortable spot against the ground. He licks at his wounds, eyes glaring slightly at the smaller dragon as he does so.
You are way more trouble than you're worth, runt. B(]