Reports were rampant. Lairs and camps were disappearing with little more than ruin and white ash to prove they were there. Nests were destroyed with a worrying lack of eggshells remaining. Consulting with nearby beast and dragon clan groups proved fruitless. It was obvious, someone or something was hunting them down, group by group. Something smart enough to erase any tracks it left behind.
“We can’t just sit idly by while our brethren are slaughtered. Whatever is responsible, it must be taking them by surprise, it’s the only way,” the hotheaded mirror stated as he looked to each of the council around him, “I’ve seen the ruins myself, this is no mere disease. No disease would leave this kind of destruction behind.”
“Then what would you have us do? Disease or not, this threat has proven that it is quick and merciless. Entire lairs have been wiped out in as little as a night. Without a discernible pattern to these attacks, we have no way of telling what group is the next target,” the elderly mirror at the head of the council replied, “If we want to have any hope of repelling or defeating this threat, then we must learn where it will strike next.”
Looking up at the council head’s words,the hot headed mirror stood stiff. “Then I’ll track this thing myself. I’ve nothing left to loose but my pride.”
Stepping from a burning structure, Dains held open his satchel as crimson hands deposited egg after egg into his care.He had no intent to extinguish the fire of an innocent soul. The parents of these eggs may be absolute monstrosities in his mind, but the eggs had done nothing to earn his ire.
Batting aside another would be assailant, the crimson hands that sprouted from his spine lifted and restrained their form for Dains to judge. “May the Flamekeeper judge your soul, your kind has no place in this world,” Dains said before letting out a gout of white-blue fire to engulf the captive.
Looking around at the destruction that surrounded him, he lowered his head. “And may he have mercy on mine own.” Determining that the lair had been thoroughly wiped of all life other than his or the innocent, he made for the entrance, and from there lifted into the skies to scout out the nearest water clan. While his peculiar armor defended him from most blows, he still has several injuries to tend too, but his concern was not for himself, but for the eggs he now carried. He could take care of himself, but the eggs needed a place that would see to their care.
