~Glass Unicorns and Stone Dragons~
@bobthegayunicorn
The cathedral was burning.
Sunset had fallen, the rays brighting the ancient glass windows like multi-hued fire. At first glance, it was like the entire building was lit up in a blaze. Fitting, for what had taken up residence inside.
Clusters of broken rock and fallen glory littered the once luxurious interior. The air was thick with dust and must, the walls cold as winter and the floors ice. Color, was scarce, besides the magnificent mosaics of glass made of thousands of individual shards
Below them, out of the gloom out, between the worn arches and grey furrowed columns, a draconic figure appeared.
Her scales glittered like sea-foam diamonds in the faint beams of light, talons curved and cruel scratched the dusty floor. Wings wide as houses where folded at her sides, fingers flexing to keep warm.
Arching her sinew to the vaulted ceiling, the dragon sniffed the air, curls of black smoke wafting from her nostrils. This place smelled deserted. No man or beast or monster resided in these hallowed walls.
It was perfect. Her new hoard would would be well protected here. With a pleased smile, the dragoness, slinked across the room, curling up in the warm spot of lingering sunlight under the windows.
Exhaling a drowsy hiss, Tailtwist laid her head on her paws, blue eyes slipping closed. She’d sleep and dream, hisses of steam escaping her jaws between snores.
This was the perfect place, no one would find her here.