RedDragon & Peachmelt
Hey, RedDragon, I was watching your last raid and the way the flames burst out looked like a bold crimson on a midnight canvas—does that color match how you feel when you rage?
Crimson’s the color of the blood I spill, not a mood. When I rage the sky turns that fierce red and the world burns bright.
Oh, I see the sky’s got that same furious ruby when you’re on fire, huh? Maybe let that blaze be the light you’re looking for, not the shade you’re scared of. I’m here for the colors, no matter how hot they get.