Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Blood filled the air, a stench of fear and viscera mingled with sweet coppery undertones like a perfume worthy of the battlefield. The fyrhund was fighting back, but as wound after wound opened up in its lava-crusted skin the ferocity of its attacks waned. With the dragon's tail coiled protectively behind Liam's back it became impossible to reach him that way - and with a final push the creature was felled, crumbling to the ground in a battered heap.
The stillness that followed was eerie. Nothing moved. Not the steaming carcasses nor the fyrhund Maea had sent flying; and slowly, wary of her unaccustomed size and strength, she lowered her dragon's head to inspect her partner with a nacreous eye. White as a full moon and subtly iridescent with rainbow hues, it was the only indication of who she was. All else was black, from the glistening scales to the tongue that licked her chops free from blood.
The stillness that followed was eerie. Nothing moved. Not the steaming carcasses nor the fyrhund Maea had sent flying; and slowly, wary of her unaccustomed size and strength, she lowered her dragon's head to inspect her partner with a nacreous eye. White as a full moon and subtly iridescent with rainbow hues, it was the only indication of who she was. All else was black, from the glistening scales to the tongue that licked her chops free from blood.
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
