11-28-2018, 12:15 AM
Stillwater
She had lain with a dragon.
Unforgivable.
At least she would not know that she had sentenced her child to death. Obviously, he could not allow the boy to live. His transcendent blood would not be mixed with those disgusting creatures with their flimsy vinyl wings he wanted to rip off as he drowned them, their smelly noses stuck high in the air and chests puffed with their self-entitlement and arrogance.
Dragons were so despicable his mouth twisted sourly at the thought of biting into the child and having to taste the rotten-egg of sulfur in his blood. How could anyone be attracted to them? How could Nayl have been attracted to one? He'd thought she had better taste. Or sense of smell. It made him shiver in disgust, his mouth bitter like he might taste bile soon. He much preferred the ready saliva of a proper delicacy.
Dragons.
So he'd shifted tactics. A slow death would be more enjoyable anyway, knowing the newborn had no hope of surviving in this frigid tundra. Not even the babe's dragon's fire could keep him warm enough to keep breathing for long if the child even had the fire. He was nearly as disgusting as a full dragon, this small half-bred mutant with his own tiny membrane wings on his back. Grandsire or no, he still wanted to rip those things off even if he was leaving the boy here to freeze to death in a mocking of the fire he should've had as a purebred. But he despised scarring his victims physically. Emotionally they wouldn't have to bear long anyway as they died soon after regardless.
He would not deface his daughter's child.
He had come as near to loving her as a beast like him could.
Her death had been a punishment and a mercy, and her disgrace would die with her.
He thrust the gray and gold boy out of the dark, chilling waters, leaving him completely drenched in the tall snow that swallowed him up as Stillwater would have had the half-born not been so absolutely unappealing. The child would die anyway. Taking his blood was not required to kill him. In the same splash of movement, he sank beneath the surface again as barely a dark shadow within the spray of water, returning the heart-shaped pond to his namesake; a built-in warning they so often ignored.
Stillwater.
Unforgivable.
At least she would not know that she had sentenced her child to death. Obviously, he could not allow the boy to live. His transcendent blood would not be mixed with those disgusting creatures with their flimsy vinyl wings he wanted to rip off as he drowned them, their smelly noses stuck high in the air and chests puffed with their self-entitlement and arrogance.
Dragons were so despicable his mouth twisted sourly at the thought of biting into the child and having to taste the rotten-egg of sulfur in his blood. How could anyone be attracted to them? How could Nayl have been attracted to one? He'd thought she had better taste. Or sense of smell. It made him shiver in disgust, his mouth bitter like he might taste bile soon. He much preferred the ready saliva of a proper delicacy.
Dragons.
So he'd shifted tactics. A slow death would be more enjoyable anyway, knowing the newborn had no hope of surviving in this frigid tundra. Not even the babe's dragon's fire could keep him warm enough to keep breathing for long if the child even had the fire. He was nearly as disgusting as a full dragon, this small half-bred mutant with his own tiny membrane wings on his back. Grandsire or no, he still wanted to rip those things off even if he was leaving the boy here to freeze to death in a mocking of the fire he should've had as a purebred. But he despised scarring his victims physically. Emotionally they wouldn't have to bear long anyway as they died soon after regardless.
He would not deface his daughter's child.
He had come as near to loving her as a beast like him could.
Her death had been a punishment and a mercy, and her disgrace would die with her.
He thrust the gray and gold boy out of the dark, chilling waters, leaving him completely drenched in the tall snow that swallowed him up as Stillwater would have had the half-born not been so absolutely unappealing. The child would die anyway. Taking his blood was not required to kill him. In the same splash of movement, he sank beneath the surface again as barely a dark shadow within the spray of water, returning the heart-shaped pond to his namesake; a built-in warning they so often ignored.
Stillwater.
@[Castile] or @[Sabrael] or @Any
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it