Dragon Meeting || Nazukuri & Voltur
morpheusdavol The female dragon was crouching between the bushes, making absolutely no sound while hunting. Her prey was right there, a few meters in front of her hiding spot, a wild winged beast with fur as red as blood. She took the job to kill and skin it because the pay was good...and because no one else wanted to get near to the creature that had already claimed the lifes of five of her comrades, if she could call them that way. As a hybrid there was no place for her in the dragon realm, hybrids were nothing more than mistakes, sins that dirtied the honorable dragon race; no male would take her and she worked as a freelancer that took the works most dangerous that no one else would risk to take, if she died no one would even notice, she had no family and no friends. <Tho, here I am, still alive> she thought as she prepared herself to jump towards her prey, strengthening the grip on her sword.












