(Closed starter for @smelljustas--sweet, 2 of 2)
Drayce pressed himself against something solid, curling his tail and wings around his middle the best he could. His eyes narrowed and he hissed in fear, one foot raised off the ground, ready to strike.
Unblinking, he tracked the person who'd approached him. He made no effort to strike first, being wary instead, having learned to fear strangers.
The dragon hissed again, his pupils slits, striking the club at the end of his tail against the floor in warning. It should have been a clear signal for the other to back off. Never mind that he was already injured...











