The redolent of grass and cornflowers twist in their waltz of pleasure.
The nonexistent music vanishes as the grass and cornflowers hastily burn.
Death filling the air.
His blazing breath burning the world around him.
Forever damned to a life filled with hate, anger, and lonesomeness.
In hes life he has never hurt any one only killing for food.
Though the fear of humans will result in this fire dragons death.
Five foot six.
eyes as cold as the peaks of mountains to those of which house ice dragons.
Mind transfixed on what he believes is right.
The burning sun beaming off of his sword covered with the tears of those it's slaughtered.
Hes climb up the treacherous mountain.
strewed with the joyful singing of birds,
the aroma of cornflowers to which is enough to suffocate a man, who was not grown old and strong with his lungs stained of there life.
Hes climb slowly comes to an end as the smell of death and flowers burn his lungs.
Blue eyes meet silver.
Teeth are bared and the sing of a sword passing a stone as the deadly mettle clashes with the stony earth.
Growls and smoke fill the air. Hind legs stationed to spring hes scaly body towards the tiny creature that has killed so many of his kind.
Chants and hopes spilling from the man's dried lips.
“Please... God grant me the power to kill this fowl beast, so the world can grant me wealth and fame. I only wish to keep my dieing wife from death, and my two little girls from starvation.”
Fire was spit and iron shields protected...
Swords cut scales and fire chard skin and hair....
In the end war kills both sides.
Whether you are protecting your life.
And trying to keep your kind alive.
Or saving your family.