Rain fell in a mournful coat, hanging a canopy of solemn tension in the air.
Robed figures stood in the midst of it, expressions hardened from the trying times thrown at them mercilessly.
What stood befall them was a raging dragon. Bound with blood and thorns, blood oozing down its scales like an ichor of gold. Low growls escaping her tired maw.
Her eyes pulsed with the passing of time, withholding the pain that threatened to crack the mask of regality that exuded her.
She was a high-ranking Beast, a named one with a historical past. Humans were not enough to make her wither in pain. No matter how sadistic they were.
While she swallowed the pain, her eyes darted about, taking a view of the humans who surrounded her.
It was one of them. It had to be.
The caster of this wretched spell. The source of her predicament. The bind that sealed her shut, her glory and fiery might sealed away in blood.
