do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He feels her skin shiver beneath his lips and it reminds him how fragile all the others are compared to him. In his fitful, restless dreams he saw them burn and age and crumble while he remained the same throughout the ceaseless passage of time. Nations will rise and turn to dust before he finally falls. Empires will be forgotten when he begins to gray. The thought soothes him but it is interrupted when she says no, she hasn’t ever killed before.
The blind boy presses his lips to hers and feels the point of fangs against his delicate skin there. What good are these if she has never tasted life leaving a body? A strange clicking emanates from the back of his throat as he thinks and pulls his head back finally, allowing her space. He could teach her to kill. The little drake could show her how it feels to snap a spine in two and choke the life from something weaker than you. She speaks and his ears swivel forward to catch the noise she makes. Ghaul. His head snaps to a tilt, curious at the mention of it. Somewhere, some place, he had heard that name but he had never known it was his.
“Ghaul,” he repeats, savoring it and smiling delightedly. He turns his head at the snapping of branches and twigs, watching the red and yellow blurs of bodies scrambling closer to them so suddenly. The first blur speaks the other child’s name and Ghaul skitters backward at her oppressiveness closeness.
Her voice is angry and mixed with other emotions he does not comprehend, but they make him furious. She commands him as though this is her domain and his small, leathery wings spread open suddenly. Ghaul’s talons dig into the dirt as he opens his small mouth in a hiss that flings spit from his throat, crooked crocodile teeth bared at the woman. The second blur does not move, does not speak. He hates the way it looms there as though it mocks him. Why does it not cower in fear of him?!
He pulls his head back as his rage boils up into his throat and then he leans toward them, jaws wide as he breathes his first plume of fire at them. The jet is short and bright red, cooler than most dragonfire. His small body trembles as he stops and watches the three blurs now.
“No one can command me. I am divine. I will devour kings!” he screams, little wisps of smoke curling from between his teeth. “I am Ghaul, and you are nothing!”
@[gospel] @[adna]