D я α g σ

"Feel... my...

                         Ƒ ǀ R Ɛ!"

Pointed barbs thrashed wildly against the wooden remains of a house that now lay lit among smelting copper and burning embers. Scales reflected the light of scorching dragonfire that poured from the breast and open jaws of a creature larger than any wendigo.

A long-toed hand slammed down upon the ground, disturbing the dry dusts and cutting into the flesh of scattering lambs. He aimed now, lifting it up with the intent to trap a young man beneath his claws, the pointed and shimmering blades on the dragon's fingers acting as sharpened mythril.

What a dainty little thing he has caught for his supper, Thin and frail and all things human. One clawed appendage remained cast over her, arched as an iron cage of scaly flesh.

"It must be impossible for you to have not caught the eye of some strapping young butcher."

His words were hallow and dripped with venomous mockery.

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An earthly sound had torn through every crevasse of the city, that which belonged to a youthen, would-be king. One of power among the humans with a reputation to match the tyrants of the old ages that Draco had so fondly lived out.

Sharpened talons clawed against rusted shingles, prying them from their place atop the castle roof. His barbed tail slammed down the rook-shaped precipe where atop archers once sat, bodies raining down upon the citizens below.

Arrows shot like rain upon his spines, the dragon undettered by such menial means of combat. His scales would not be pierced by dull arrows alone.

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Clawed talons dug deep into the earth, head swinging upward to catch the wafting scent of man upon the air. Saline, calcium, iron... made of all the same things, yet... a simple difference in make-up. This was no man, surely.

Spines began to move along the earth as the dragon was disturbed, golden eyes flickering this way and that before landing on the shadow of a target that so dared to enter his resting place. More of a prison, truly. Encaged upon this earth.

"A shame... were you your King, I might have turned and run, little Asgardian."

Yet the serpent paused, leaning down ever-so-slightly to better see this Prince's features. 

It had been some time.

A massive head shifted forward, vicious growiling accompanying the groaning of the reptile's jaw. His lip curled, stale and heated breath puffing out forcefully through flaring nostrils.

                                                                 D я α g σ

                                  Nidhogg -- Quetzacoatl -- Fafnir -- Kilgharrah

It was I that gave you fire,   I that watched you grow.  My eyes alone saw the monster  within and it was my teeth that  tore your flesh from bone.