✯ — All the best people are crazy

Bitter expression plastered across a scaled face told a story only to her fighter, a large beast, a dragon much like her. He looked similar, but as he roared, "me grimlock get revenge!" at her, she recognized him and charged. This fool, this fight would be his death.

While he had weight and height on his side, she was built for speed, and thus she weaved and dodged his attacks, save for a few wrenching bites on her arm. Bright red blood dripped from them, and her hunger grew. Talons swiped across his wings, tearing them open as orange blood seeped from wounds she had caused. The scent was overwhelming, and her primal hunger grew closer. Another swipe of the talons, and his left foreleg became useless.

Tough as he may be, this brute was not smart, and he reared up to slam down on her body. Using this, she struck into his chest, tearing holes and ripping belly scales with ragged, unclean marks. A vicious snarl was on her face, and she swiped her talons across the dragon's neck, spraying orange blood over her body. The other dragon let out a choked scream, but as he fell to the ground, Bloodstone reigned victorious.

She tore his neck open more, then bit down to drink. Her tail lashed violently, wings splayed in a threatening way, and her eyes were wide, wild. She drank for a long while, before tearing a chunk of his neck out and tossed it to the side. Her song-like shrill cries left her throat, echoing over the land. "a fool! A fool dares to challenge me, and he has died. Forever shall i live, until the day my pride kills me from the inside." She sang-screamed, then shot her head down to drink again.

it felt good to feed, to grant herself the ability to provide nutrition for herself. She did not eat what the others did, she survived off of blood and blood alone. No amount of meat would satiate her hunger. She held off as long as she could, and it cost her almost her sanity.

✯ — female. Emerald Isles. difficult. REF. BIO. — ✯