Looking up to the orange sky covered with puffy cumulus clouds, beyond the green forest in which many animals hunted, I didn't care about the beautiful nature surrounding me, the sound of the wind hugging the top of my mountain, or the perpetual singing of the birds. My long claws scraped against the rock on which I was standing, my wings hurt as I compulsively contracted them against my spine. I felt full of rage, of a desire to kill, to spit fire, to gut and lacerate every human being on this earth. My eyes scanned towards any opponent who might show up, I felt like killing bipeds!
It's a commission i wrote fot
Tryss
Don't hesitate to tell me what your feeling about this story (I'm french native almost bilingual, so if there are errors, i would like to know)
It's a commission i wrote fot
TryssDon't hesitate to tell me what your feeling about this story (I'm french native almost bilingual, so if there are errors, i would like to know)
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 120 x 71px
File Size 141.1 kB
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