Post by Lone Dancer on Jan 30, 2022 1:40:47 GMT
The alleyway’s stone bricks were cold underneath Banded’s claws. Crimson dripped and pooled out from the body of the purple rainwing he just mugged and stabbed. Now while other dragons would be more distraught, this was a normal day for him. The rainwing looked well off, but his earnings were meager. He grunted, turning away. This was the shadier part of town, and the guard didn’t patrol here.
He paused as he heard a strange melodic sound from the rainwing. It was strangely echoed, as if more than one dragon was there. Slowly, he turned around, and found the rainwing dramatically posed against the stone brick ground, one claw clasped around the spear stabbed into her chest.
“Mmm, watcha say, mmm that you only meant well, but of course you did, Mmm watcha say, mmm that it’s all for the best- of course it is.”
As the rainwing sung, the world began to drain of color, becoming only shades of grey. She pulled herself up by the spear, flesh and scale making ripping noises as it pushed further down into her.
Banded didn’t dare move after seeing this display, stuck in place, eyes glued. The purple rainwing turned to stare him down, covered in her own blood.
“Mmm, watcha say.”
Suddenly he regained control of limbs, and he made the wise decision of bolting. While he has seen a lot, corpses coming back to life to sing strange songs in strange voices was not one of them until now.
However something was off. The world still hasn’t regained color, and everyone else seemed frozen still. Like time itself was frozen.
“Mmm, watcha say.”
That cursed line echoed out once more, and he found himself lifting off the ground and being dragged backwards; towards the alleyway.
A purple rainwing strode out of a forgotten alleyway, leaving a bloodied hivewing corpse with a spear through their chest behind them. She knew no one would find the body for a while. After all, the guard didn’t patrol this area.
She tossed a coin pouch into the air, up and down several times. ‘Twas a shame her earnings were meager.
He paused as he heard a strange melodic sound from the rainwing. It was strangely echoed, as if more than one dragon was there. Slowly, he turned around, and found the rainwing dramatically posed against the stone brick ground, one claw clasped around the spear stabbed into her chest.
“Mmm, watcha say, mmm that you only meant well, but of course you did, Mmm watcha say, mmm that it’s all for the best- of course it is.”
As the rainwing sung, the world began to drain of color, becoming only shades of grey. She pulled herself up by the spear, flesh and scale making ripping noises as it pushed further down into her.
Banded didn’t dare move after seeing this display, stuck in place, eyes glued. The purple rainwing turned to stare him down, covered in her own blood.
“Mmm, watcha say.”
Suddenly he regained control of limbs, and he made the wise decision of bolting. While he has seen a lot, corpses coming back to life to sing strange songs in strange voices was not one of them until now.
However something was off. The world still hasn’t regained color, and everyone else seemed frozen still. Like time itself was frozen.
“Mmm, watcha say.”
That cursed line echoed out once more, and he found himself lifting off the ground and being dragged backwards; towards the alleyway.
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She tossed a coin pouch into the air, up and down several times. ‘Twas a shame her earnings were meager.