How does a great metal beast sneak up on two unsuspecting members of his flight? Perhaps the mysterious black smoke furling off his entire body and disappearing into the air has something to do with it. Either way, Deathwing has found the nearest rock formation to lounge on like a basking crocodile, peering over his edge at the two arguing and letting his great, tattered wings lay lazily at his sides.
Beyond his vocalization, he makes no move to interrupt the squabble. In fact, he folds both forepaws in interest and tilts his head. His focus stays on Qilby -- he has some interests in seeing the full extent of their adaptations to Azeroth.
KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE
How does a great metal beast sneak up on two unsuspecting members of his flight? Perhaps the mysterious black smoke furling off his entire body and disappearing into the air has something to do with it. Either way, Deathwing has found the nearest rock formation to lounge on like a basking crocodile, peering over his edge at the two arguing and letting his great, tattered wings lay lazily at his sides.
Beyond his vocalization, he makes no move to interrupt the squabble. In fact, he folds both forepaws in interest and tilts his head. His focus stays on Qilby -- he has some interests in seeing the full extent of their adaptations to Azeroth.
"Go on, Apollo. Show him."