she is beginning to turn her hunger in his direction, scales flared across porcelain flesh stained with crimson & scars. he stepped back, she moved forward to protect her meal, her lips curving into a coy smirk. few could comprehend the satisfaction she felt when he back away from her, feeding her pride & showing cautiousness of the dragon & she thrived off of it.
❝ a dragon. ❞
The dark ground shone with the blood of the deceased, the gore reeking and filling his nostrils with the essence of death. He remained still, unsure of what this could mean to the creature before him. She did look like a woman, but her blood-stained body implied otherwise. With courage he spoke again, drawing his attention from the carnage to the self-proclaimed dragon.
" Don't fuck with me, you ain't a dragon, I've seen a dragon before, and you're not one. " he repeated, unbowed and defiant.










