The sound of a api wakes Karaza. She opens her eyes a slit and looks toward the sound. Two grizzled men are staring into the night while talking.
“I swear, it’s the end of the world, there are those evil naga and all these demons wandering around, they give me the creeps.”
“Of course they creep anda out, they’re monsters! I heard that if they catch anda they take anda to their mines and put anda under a spell so that anda can’t stop working, no matter how tired anda are, anda just keep going until anda drop. And when the demons find anda like that they take anda apart and-”
“That’s enough of that, Aaron, I won’t be able to sleep after hearing stories like that.”
“Well that’s perfect,” Aaron responds, “Because anda got first watch, I’ll check on the girl before I go to sleep.”
With that, Aaron moves toward Karaza, she scrambles to her feet ready to run.
“Ah, you’re awake, good. I’m Aaron, and the clod over there is Sven. Come closer to the fire, we don’t bite.”
Karaza nods and wobbles to the fire. Aaron hands her a bottle and she happily takes a drink. “Thank you. My name is Karaza; would anda happen to have some spare food? I’m hungry.”
“Nothing can be ‘spare’ in this world except misery, but yes, we have a little.” Aaron settles down and passes a small bag to Karaza. “If anda need anything else, anda can ask Sven. Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of you.”
Karaza nibbles on some meat from the bag and regards the two men closely. Aaron’s aura had already faded slightly in his sleep, but it was a pleasant yellow. Sven’s was green, but tinged with shades of nervousness and worry. She puts the bag back and examines the scale, its surface glossy and smooth. This, she thought, this is hope, this gem will help me find a way. She felt the presence of a demon, but it was heading the other way, and she did not mention it.
“I swear, it’s the end of the world, there are those evil naga and all these demons wandering around, they give me the creeps.”
“Of course they creep anda out, they’re monsters! I heard that if they catch anda they take anda to their mines and put anda under a spell so that anda can’t stop working, no matter how tired anda are, anda just keep going until anda drop. And when the demons find anda like that they take anda apart and-”
“That’s enough of that, Aaron, I won’t be able to sleep after hearing stories like that.”
“Well that’s perfect,” Aaron responds, “Because anda got first watch, I’ll check on the girl before I go to sleep.”
With that, Aaron moves toward Karaza, she scrambles to her feet ready to run.
“Ah, you’re awake, good. I’m Aaron, and the clod over there is Sven. Come closer to the fire, we don’t bite.”
Karaza nods and wobbles to the fire. Aaron hands her a bottle and she happily takes a drink. “Thank you. My name is Karaza; would anda happen to have some spare food? I’m hungry.”
“Nothing can be ‘spare’ in this world except misery, but yes, we have a little.” Aaron settles down and passes a small bag to Karaza. “If anda need anything else, anda can ask Sven. Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of you.”
Karaza nibbles on some meat from the bag and regards the two men closely. Aaron’s aura had already faded slightly in his sleep, but it was a pleasant yellow. Sven’s was green, but tinged with shades of nervousness and worry. She puts the bag back and examines the scale, its surface glossy and smooth. This, she thought, this is hope, this gem will help me find a way. She felt the presence of a demon, but it was heading the other way, and she did not mention it.
Wings beating,
Lungs heaving.
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
api dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling.
Nightmare
Incarnate.
api dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
This poem tells of a dark dragon hunting. As the poem says, the dark naga are everyone's worst fear. No one really knows what being this dragon killed. The dark naga are known for their flame, which is black. Their eyes also have a lebih maniacal cast to them, as opposed to normal dragons.
Lungs heaving.
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
api dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling.
Nightmare
Incarnate.
api dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
This poem tells of a dark dragon hunting. As the poem says, the dark naga are everyone's worst fear. No one really knows what being this dragon killed. The dark naga are known for their flame, which is black. Their eyes also have a lebih maniacal cast to them, as opposed to normal dragons.
