The Wanderer || Closed RP
“Yes, well, the fire makes you forget that at times.” He replied with small grin. “Either way, my kin aren’t too bothered by the dark so I notice it even less than you might.”
Malon hadn’t even noticed anything different about the dragon while he was in his human-esque form – he looked like any other person to her, so what did he mean by kin? It wasn’t important for now.
“It can be really nice on cold nights, sitting around a fire. I miss it sometimes… it kind of reminds me of home.”
“Well, then you might be in luck.” He told her with a sly smirk. “A few fires will be showing up in the next few days. One for each outpost of guards and hunters that is…”
Horrified realization sunk in as the dragon spoke and Malon’s hands shot up to her mouth. “You’re killing people?!” She looked around frantically to find anything that could snuff the fire, but all she could do was stare into his blood red eyes.
“Why are you doing this?”












