Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light
He's returned to kill the light
As the man scrambled and fell beneath her weight, the prideful dragon crooned her own victory. Unwilling to give him any chance at escape, the dragon leapt for his body again, attempting to land square on his back and keep him face down in the sand. Her belly and throat warmed with a warning and she lowered herself some, smoke billowing from jaws ajar.
"Is this not to be expected for someone born cursed?" The leviathan asked coolly, voice low and quiet as he crouched next to the abandoned. "Now don't squirm. Her claws are quite sharp." Abraham's warning came from a face of stone, his eyes veiled from reading any emotion -- should any to exist at all aside from pure, unfiltered hatred was yet to be determined.
ABRAHAM URUSOV
