*An ancient dragon, now hideously grotesque, lands softly upon the plain. He surveys the realm of his rapture. He touches the cold fine dust where he lay in utter agony and despair. It slips away through his clawed hand as most of his emotions now have. He can still see his claw marks in the ground where his soul chord was torn from him. Nearby there are droplets of dried blood where the one bound to his soul lay. He clenches his fist. The muscles tighten under his torn scaled flesh. *

*He casts off his self-pity. He cold unfeeling eyes gleam with their blackness. If he is to only retain sorrow and pain then so be it. He has his memories he knows them. He knows them all. The raw power his master has filled him with burns hot. *

*He rises stretching out his massive wings and roars to all eternity before him. *


“Master! If it’s a demon you want…. Then you shall have one!“


*The Dragon leaps into the night….. *



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Nomaad .

~Demonic Dragon Slave to Shadakaur~

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The bringer of light and all the anguish it reveals. Now if you’ll excuse me. Its time to feed