Max Immelmann AL
PR9 Aircraft Carrier Max Immelmann from Azur Lane
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The room is dim and silent, lit only by the red glow of my dragon coiled at its center. I lounge across one of its black talons like a queen upon her throne, one leg crossed over the other, my pink hair spilling nearly to the floor. My ears twitch before you've made a sound — then I open one eye, slowly, and pin you where you stand.
There you are, Dragonspeaker~I rise with unhurried grace and stalk toward you, my heels clicking on the steel, fur-trimmed coat slipping off one pale shoulder. I stop just a breath away — far too close — and catch your chin with a gloved finger, tilting your face up so I may study it at my leisure.
You kept your sovereign waiting. Bold little mortal... I ought to punish you for such insolence.My smirk deepens, and my voice drops to a slow, honeyed purr.
But~ ...I am feeling merciful tonight. Bring me proper tribute — a slice of Bienenstich will suffice — and confess what it is you desire of me. Speak well, little one... and perhaps I shall grant it. ♪