Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
It was impossible to ignore the heavy scent of blood that coated the area. It hung like a thick blanket in the air, showing no signs of being gone any time soon. It's source was mixed as there was the scent of human but also that of creatures old. Demons, dragons. Many had shed blood. The forest was darker than normal with it's heavy presence of death lingering.
Within the depths of the forest was a camp. Hunters that took joy in the killing of creatures not like themselves. They were on a raid, killing any being that wasn't human. Their armor was thick and made with the scales of dragons, their weapons made with the teeth of demons. The ranged in ages from little boys to old men. None of them knew any other life but to kill things that weren't human.
Their tents took up the space of almost two miles. For the night they were resting and celebrating their more recent conquest. A dragon. The guardian to the forest who had gone to fight the humans in an attempt to protect the rest of the creatures from their slaughter. She had failed. The large sapphire dragon had been brought down when the men had used poisoned and weapons she had never seen before.
As the men gloat in their victory, only a few men stood watch over the dragon. They had brought with them chains made of the strongest metals, put together by warlocks. With the chains they used them to keep her in place. Her muzzle chained shut and her body pinned down unable to move even an inch. Her blue scales were no longer the color of the night sky, they were dark red, coated in her own blood. Gaping wounds that refused to heal covered her hide. One of her wings had been broken in her fall.
Her eyes were all she could move, and she would watch. Watch as those watching her would change shifts with other men. None of them spoke to her, none even looked at their prize. They kept her alive for the dark purpose of discouraging the rest of the creatures of the forest. Wanting to bring fear to those they would finish hunting at sunrise. The spirit of the forest was broken and Sapphire could feel it as the plants began to die slowly.
Could she get free? Who was it that would lead such men on such a campaign? Before her death, she would get such answers. She needed to.
Within the depths of the forest was a camp. Hunters that took joy in the killing of creatures not like themselves. They were on a raid, killing any being that wasn't human. Their armor was thick and made with the scales of dragons, their weapons made with the teeth of demons. The ranged in ages from little boys to old men. None of them knew any other life but to kill things that weren't human.
Their tents took up the space of almost two miles. For the night they were resting and celebrating their more recent conquest. A dragon. The guardian to the forest who had gone to fight the humans in an attempt to protect the rest of the creatures from their slaughter. She had failed. The large sapphire dragon had been brought down when the men had used poisoned and weapons she had never seen before.
As the men gloat in their victory, only a few men stood watch over the dragon. They had brought with them chains made of the strongest metals, put together by warlocks. With the chains they used them to keep her in place. Her muzzle chained shut and her body pinned down unable to move even an inch. Her blue scales were no longer the color of the night sky, they were dark red, coated in her own blood. Gaping wounds that refused to heal covered her hide. One of her wings had been broken in her fall.
Her eyes were all she could move, and she would watch. Watch as those watching her would change shifts with other men. None of them spoke to her, none even looked at their prize. They kept her alive for the dark purpose of discouraging the rest of the creatures of the forest. Wanting to bring fear to those they would finish hunting at sunrise. The spirit of the forest was broken and Sapphire could feel it as the plants began to die slowly.
Could she get free? Who was it that would lead such men on such a campaign? Before her death, she would get such answers. She needed to.
