Mist gusts covered a newly formed crater in the silent mountains, gede gentasura stood calmly in its center, his coarse white fur was untouched by the dirtiness of the surrounding area.
He lowered his head which caused the two bells on his white mask to ring, a gust of wind made him look back toward the sky. There pride floated with his black wings that emerged from his back, his face was still covered by the hood of his old purple robe.
Gede gentasura growled, both of his long hands covered in white fur immediately trembled, he clenched both of his hands and pointed them toward pride in the sky, he prepared to ring his golden bells again.
Pride chuckled, he raised both of his hands "oi gentasura...can't we talk calmly instead of fighting...? Even though we haven't met for a long time..." gede gentasura did not respond to pride's words, his position remained the same.
