Main character theme overlord opening 3, voracity, cover by Amalee.
(Yes she’s heavily based off Esdeath of Akame ga kill and even still shares the same name but at this point, just like Azura, I should probably rename her in all honesty.)
Adopting her human form, the dragon spared little time in setting upon her firey rival, the scorching fire of her opponent’s breath weapon turning to hot steam when it hit her army of ice soldiers. By the time the wave of air hit her, it was cold and smelled only of sulfur. It stunk, but the smell of blood was soon to be on the air and the thought fueled her to push forward.
The red wyrm hated the cold, but it didn’t matter. These animated blocks of sculpted ice were pathetically easy for something of its considerable bulk to crush and melt. Their commander on the other hand...
“You insult my by not approaching on your true form!” The red roared in prideful outrage, Turning in a wide circle as its tail swung out and shattered dozens of ice soldiers. The titanic red wyrm roared again, this time the sheer sound shattering even more of the icy simulacra. It didn’t matter, she didn’t need them for cover anyway~ her blood or his, it didn’t matter, the thought of it spilling, the rich scent of blood, she hadn’t even spilled it yet and she was so excited. Hand on her forehead, she drew her blade, unphased by the roar.
“My true form is what I wish it to be.” She retorted calmly, stepping onto the remains of her proxy army, the ice she summoned crunching underfoot. She decided to target the Red’s ego with a calculated and well used line, “or perhaps you’re insulted by the fact I won’t take on my true form because I don’t consider you important enough to take it.” The taunt gained the sheer outrage of the red and a Cheshire grin spread across her lips.
“You and your sister are abominations and dishonor our kind. For that, I’ll take great pleasure in forcing you out of that human guise ripping you limb from limb.” Despite the dragon’s anatomy, she could see a sadistic grin on his features.
“Because we aren’t nearly mindless beasts like your true cousins? What does that say about you being so related to those sorry excuses for dragons~?” She taunted, offering no chance for a reprisal as she drew a blade. Ice formed under foot and springing at the larger red, the pillar of ice that threw her at him threatened to impale the dragon right there.
The dragoness stood on the nose of the dying red, her clothes covered in soot and blood, her left arm partly reverted to it’s true form, silken white fur was soaked with blood. She jumped down from his nose and lifted his head to prove a point. “Unlike you, I’ll show you the mercy of a quick death. But know this. You, the dragon goddess’ supposed favorite have been brought low by what you consider an abomination in the skin of a lower life form~” she said it with a glee and despite the red literally dying, it managed to bring a fire of hatred to its eyes. Had she of not already defeated the creature, she might have been intimidated.
“In the next life, make sure you learn from your lessers. I find human wars quite attractive as far as getting out and getting my fill. Shame you only wanted to rest on your lorals as Tiamat’s favorite breed~”
And true to her word, the final blow was dealt quickly and painlessly. Her clawed hand returned to normal and her fur dissapeared, the sleeve in question in bloody tatters. She began to idly lick her fingers clean.
Almost like a song, she hummed to herself, “I am war, I am wrath. When my wings spread wide, I bring conflict and strife, cold winds to end your life~ when I roar, see the army move to my call. Sire of countless wars, I am Esdeath~”
//she’s not nearly as nice as her sister...//
She had barely licked her blade clean and sheathed it when the first humans came out to greet her. They looked concerned, apparently she had wounds and they wanted to care for her. She scoffed and walked through them. She informed the elder the dragon was dead, the hoard of wealth was theirs to keep, she took what she wanted from it, just a few weapons and pieces of armor to commemorate the occasion. The elder insisted she take more. She laughed in his face at that,
“I came for a good fight, nothing more. Had I of not considered the fight good enough to keep these,” she gestured to her newly collected items, “I wouldn’t have even bothered to inform you the beast was dead. So keep the hoard, keep the corpse, Ive no need for any of it.”
Astonished, everyone around her stood in silence, was she serious? “Oh, and if your king gets any ideas of a few new taxes enforced by blade, send me your regards. I’ve been meaning to break a king~”
Perhaps, she wasn’t so bad after all...
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