Oct 29, 2014
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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.
"I do not know your face."
