Smoke and Shadows

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

What would Khaleesi wear?

Ziad Nakad

Did you know Iblis and Marc are under the watchful eye of a shadow dragon? Well now you know, and here’s the dragon godmother herself, Mitne saying “mine”.

It was a new night of hunting. Despite the fact that Iblis had been open to a completely new world of human foods, the fact remained that he still needed flesh every other night. Banshee metabolism was quite high and human food just couldn’t give him everything he needed. And then of course Marc had his own unsual needs being a Boghey, the primal terror humans felt at being chased provided nourishment as well.

Iblis bounded across the rooftops, snickering every so often as Marc made “Wheee” sounds while riding along in his shadow. Laughter came easier now since he met Marc and the times he’s spent with him were easily the happiest in his existence. Even the mundane act of hunting took on new life.

Iblis paused from his bounding and sniffed the air. “Someone just got killed, I smell blood…and something else”

Marc’s head popped up from Iblis;s shadow when they paused. “You want to get your dinner early?”

“Might be worth checking out, it’s in that alleyway there.” Iblis climbed down the wall carefully and paused to listen to the sounds of tearing flesh, wondering what being awaited below

Her meal groaned loudly, and she squeezed something inside him that cut the noise off.

“Shut. Up,” she growled, her voice followed by a sound more reptilian in nature. She continued rooting around in his innards for a while longer until she was sure he was disease free. Not that it mattered, really. The taste of cancerous cells just wasn’t very palatable for her.

She straightened as much as she could and began tearing the skin and muscle back from his chest as though it were nothing more than tissue paper, her thick, talon-like claws slicing through easily, until she could see his heart, beating wildly in his ribcage. She licked her lips and slid her hands under the bone. He screamed, the sound not much more than a gurgle, as she pulled the twitching, flailing organ from its place.

“Ah, yes.” She drew out the last letter of the word as she examined the heart. The man beneath her, meanwhile, stopped moving entirely, his legs only giving a few jerks every now and again. Her hands shifted back to a more human-like form, and would have looked dainty and pale in the street lights were they not entirely covered in gore and viscera.

Mitne held the heart up to examine it before sighing happily and taking a huge, satisfying bite. Fresh, warm blood dribbled down her chin, and she made happy growls as she chewed, pausing occasionally to lick some of the blood from her slender wrists. She continued to eat until a sound caught her attention from above. Her hands tightened on the heart in her hands as she looked upward at what was coming toward her.

She sucked blood from the heart in her hands, looking the two over pensively. This could either be a bad idea, or a valuable friendship. Either way, she could probably lay claim to them. 

“I could share the meal, you know.” Her voice came soft and almost melodic to the ears, a complete difference from the growling earlier.

It was a new night of hunting. Despite the fact that Iblis had been open to a completely new world of human foods, the fact remained that he still needed flesh every other night. Banshee metabolism was quite high and human food just couldn’t give him everything he needed. And then of course Marc had his own unsual needs being a Boghey, the primal terror humans felt at being chased provided nourishment as well.

Iblis bounded across the rooftops, snickering every so often as Marc made “Wheee” sounds while riding along in his shadow. Laughter came easier now since he met Marc and the times he’s spent with him were easily the happiest in his existence. Even the mundane act of hunting took on new life.

Iblis paused from his bounding and sniffed the air. “Someone just got killed, I smell blood…and something else”

Marc’s head popped up from Iblis;s shadow when they paused. “You want to get your dinner early?”

“Might be worth checking out, it’s in that alleyway there.” Iblis climbed down the wall carefully and paused to listen to the sounds of tearing flesh, wondering what being awaited below

Her meal groaned loudly, and she squeezed something inside him that cut the noise off.

“Shut. Up,” she growled, her voice followed by a sound more reptilian in nature. She continued rooting around in his innards for a while longer until she was sure he was disease free. Not that it mattered, really. The taste of cancerous cells just wasn’t very palatable for her.

She straightened as much as she could and began tearing the skin and muscle back from his chest as though it were nothing more than tissue paper, her thick, talon-like claws slicing through easily, until she could see his heart, beating wildly in his ribcage. She licked her lips and slid her hands under the bone. He screamed, the sound not much more than a gurgle, as she pulled the twitching, flailing organ from its place.

“Ah, yes.” She drew out the last letter of the word as she examined the heart. The man beneath her, meanwhile, stopped moving entirely, his legs only giving a few jerks every now and again. Her hands shifted back to a more human-like form, and would have looked dainty and pale in the street lights were they not entirely covered in gore and viscera.

Mitne held the heart up to examine it before sighing happily and taking a huge, satisfying bite. Fresh, warm blood dribbled down her chin, and she made happy growls as she chewed, pausing occasionally to lick some of the blood from her slender wrists. She continued to eat until a sound caught her attention from above. Her hands tightened on the heart in her hands as she looked upward at what was coming toward her.