<span style="color: #65666A"><i>The flames burned below the hollowed-out expanse of the cavern that Xalintharian called his home.  In truth, 'home' was but a ledge that he had cracked and pulled aside, boulders dropping into the magma that burned below, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.  Sweeping under the lava was the only way that the black drake could enter the alcove, but he loved that the droplets cooled to form a smoothed ramp for his body every time he returned.<br/>
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But lounging was a passtime one could only enjoy if their stomach did not churn with emptiness, and the expense of his privacy was that he could not keep close watch on the supply that the slaves brought.  Grumbling, he slid from his resting place to splash into the searing liquid below, the simmering of molten rock scorching his body free of all but his perfection, his horns the first thing that broke the surface as he soared from the red-hot surface at a chain-lifted boulder near the quarters that once had housed Nefarion's pet, claws effortlessly lifting him as he relaxed his wings for a perfect landing.<br/>
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He shook his body, ignoring the flinching of the orcs that trembled nearby as the burning drips splashed on the stone near where someone had recently tried to open a portal to the human city, a doomed venture if the corpses scattered about were any indication.  Neither were paid any mind to, such things far beneath him.  Xalintharian wanted to feed, and so that was what Xalintharian wanted to do.</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>