HAY thar people! Just some stuff I've been writing about that I haven't another place to put and uh..
Enjoy, I guess!
Blood spattered onto the dry, green grass. A loud primal grunt emit. Twisted jaws attempted to eat at the brutally scarred face of a twilight necromancer. Wings flapped and shook the skies above. The dragon flight took no pride in being reduced to vultures.. And soon, maybe even cannibals. The Black Aspect roared before flapping off and bringing the latest corpses to the Obsidian Lair. One red drake was dropped by the floor. “A niiiiice speciiiiimen, myyyyy ladyyyy…” a scratchy and hyena-like voice casted from the dark. “It’s for eating this time, Tarvus, you know that..” Kkyrann sighed in reply. “Yyyyyesss of course.. Hyeh hyeh!” the purple dragonman cackled. “This game is getting a little to hurtful on my experiments, you know!” his gesture suddenly grew serious as a claw pointed darkly at the Aspect. “You always are just too eager to play! Now I have nothing to do in my life because of this silly mess!” “That sucks for you, then. Don’t get any ideas lizard.” Kkyr snarled before heading off. “ ‘Don’t get any ideas’ hm hm hm.. Hyeh HYEHhhhhh… Like she thinks I won’t.” He cackles once more and moves into the shadows- lime green lighting his trail.
Kkyr muttered to herself some before curling into a pool. The skull at her back made her feel.. At home. She slowly dozed off.
A splash off water awoke her. The onyxia-like drake giggled at the Aspect’s misfortune. She snorted back, splashing her own wave.
“It’s time for your meal, Kky!” “I know I know..” The Black Aspect glided in annoyance. Once she had made it out of the cave her dim, tired olive eyes targeted a dead gryphon. Her wings automatically sheathed to her sides and the warm landed hard into the grass- stomach first. Her crooked jaws slowly picked at the meat. She had only had about seven pounds before moving on- barely enough to hold her- but it’d have to do. The travel to the lake was exhausting. The wind could not guide her wings and she could not run due to wounds. Once she had gotten a bit of a sip- the water constantly poured from her lower jaw like waterfalls. An inability to eat, drink, run, and fly would make it hard to survive. The air became foul as soon as she finished and she limped off. It’d be a harsh trip back to the safety of her nest.
Figured I only do two paragraphs a page, too. I still need to work on most of these as it was just stuff I wanted to spill out of my brain.
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