Ifrit was awesome to behold, but Bahamut... Bahamut held a special splace in Gladio's heart.
He'd seen many depictions of a creature called by that name, sleek black dragons on four legs with reptilian muzzles and claws like scythes and wings like a bat's, metallic silver wyrms with mirror scales, deep purple and red creatures with more spiked protrusions than you could shake a stick at .... it was a side-effect of the name, the word, 'Bahamut' being used as general word to describe a dragon as well as as a proper noun.
Bahamut was the name of the dragon that adorned the armour and standard of the Kingsglaive. It was always wrought in silver, so its colours were never really fully realised in use, but books that depicted the figure's full design didn't spare the brighter hues that adorned the wings, always shown as a stylised fan of blades, or stick to the monotones of dragons seen in nature.
This... was far closer to the Bahamut he knew than he had ever expected of a Lowerworld Aeon.
His mouth hung open as he looked it over, taking in every detail as though if he looked away, it might disappear back into the pages of a fanciful reference book.
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Date: 2019-08-20 05:54 pm (UTC)He'd seen many depictions of a creature called by that name, sleek black dragons on four legs with reptilian muzzles and claws like scythes and wings like a bat's, metallic silver wyrms with mirror scales, deep purple and red creatures with more spiked protrusions than you could shake a stick at .... it was a side-effect of the name, the word, 'Bahamut' being used as general word to describe a dragon as well as as a proper noun.
Bahamut was the name of the dragon that adorned the armour and standard of the Kingsglaive. It was always wrought in silver, so its colours were never really fully realised in use, but books that depicted the figure's full design didn't spare the brighter hues that adorned the wings, always shown as a stylised fan of blades, or stick to the monotones of dragons seen in nature.
This... was far closer to the Bahamut he knew than he had ever expected of a Lowerworld Aeon.
His mouth hung open as he looked it over, taking in every detail as though if he looked away, it might disappear back into the pages of a fanciful reference book.