The smell was of the sweetest thing he had ever smelled to date, filling him with a hunger he felt as if he would never quench. It also caused a thirst – his mouth dry needing to drink in and devour all he saw before him. The sight of the towers, gardens, orderly streets at the same time maddened him to the point of almost leaving him without focus. The air was cool and crisp and it almost made his scales crawl to the point of tearing at them.
The sword in his hand a gift from his master was set to conceal him and help him penetrate the powerful magic of this horrid place – with the brightly colored vegetation and tall narrow constructions. He felt the battle engaged by the lesser of his kind. He was the largest, fastest, smartest and most cruel of his kind, selected for this mission for that reason. Holding the sword he began to teleport closer to the source of the power he felt. A power intoxicating to him and maddening in its purpose, he could sense it had a purpose. He needed to be quicker but cautious. Two more quick short teleports would get him in place.
He then emerged out of the portal and saw the source of the power. It was a male that appeared to be human but somehow different- his smell was different. But he looked to be easily torn apart – the sword would not be needed it had done its job. The magic beside him was released he must strike.
In a flash I was behind him driving my claws through him reaching for his heart – the pain was immediate as a flash of light outlined the man’s body. But my claws still drove through the pain racing through my body excited me more than it damaged me. He is stronger than I thought. He pulled himself off of my claws. Good, this will be fun I can toy with him. I should be holding his heart instead of just blood but no matter. I lowered myself for a killing blow, sword, claw, and I will unleash my very internal powers on him as well. The man looked calm. I must look horribly monstrous holding his own guts in front of him. I roar!!!!!!! I am sure he will soil himself as so many have done before I finish him. What is this…. This small man mocks me by motioning me to come closer.
I roar!!!!!!! Bringing first the sword, I want my claws to finish him! A flash of light, pain! I like it but I am knocked backwards and onto the ground! What! He stands over ME! Me! The pain is intense, he is holding the black sword in one hand. Simple enough I spring back up – but no I am held. The very ground is holding me in place. Indeed if this battle was fought in my realm I would control the ground but fair enough I roar my hatred and unleash my poisons, a cloud from my mouth envelopes him. The man still stands over me his skin flashes its wards still protecting him. But I know I have infected him with my first strike I will win in the end.
Then he reaches his puny claws towards me – more pain – I laugh – he pulls his hand up and shows it to me – well that is my own heart – how interesting – we have underestimated this one and I am sure my punishment for failure will be immense – the sword flashes down…
I awake in my lord’s house of pain a place I know well where I was born. Here I will remain for a thousand or more years being made stronger still – until my lord deems me ready to return – the bastard man with glowing tattoos holds my heart still, I can sense it – he still holds power over me – but my real master will not release me until it is time – I will find away to defeat the man- I have had thousands of years to decide how and my master ever prepares, a year here is like a day there, I will be ready….