-The Black Primordial Dragon: Ira-
Year: Current (500)
I am Ira.
My fangs rip open the throats of my brethren as these pitiful creatures peck and peer at me for approval after distracting his lesser.
Snorting, a large puff of black smoke emits from my nostrils as I nod my approval. The harpies begin to dig into the lower parts of the limbs.
They screech and caw at each other gleefully with happy, blood-soaked smiles. While primitive, instinctively, I could understand their pride and arrogance. One begins to caw angrily at another after it takes a particular
scale, and I'm forced to bellow in anger as if they are children.
Immature. Deplorable. Disgusting. Ugly.
As if there weren't hundreds of dull gray scales to choose from on this inferior dragon.
Both this fallen gray dragon and the harpies are nothing like the Queen I used to serve. The Primordial Queen.
When I was 'birthed' into this world, she was the beauty of my world. The Sky Goddess descended. The oceans and sapphires of the world could not reflect the beauty of her eyes. Her scales made her look pure and innocent; untouched by the foulness of the world.
I quickly learned that was merely the exterior, however, because I tried. I tried with all the jewels I could find, the hidden trinkets of the world. I tried everything to receive her love. Her loyalty.
But that damned, petty Primordial cheated. He used the dwarves to steal my love with trinkets not of his own merit, strength, keen eye, or forged in his own fires. And she accepted it all!
My Dragon's Breath chars the dead dragon's head as the lingering rage erupts. Recently, the rage has abated regarding the past. But whenever I see a fellow dragon, a fellow Primordial, I can't help it. It rolls over me like a wave, even after five hundred years. I still can't help it.
The vivid imagery of her becoming captivated by the leering, cheating bastard still consumes me. I want to kill him. I want to bathe in his corpse and let her see the color of his worthless mind.
With my claws digging into the mangled throat of the dead dragon, 'And these disgusting lessers, born from their whorish bodies after being seduced by dwarven trinkets!'
When he first arrived and took on these whorish harpies as his followers, they followed him without question. As he viewed the Primordial Queen as his god, they did unto him the same.
Movement catches my eye as a harpy flies above with a howling, scared wolf toward the mountainside- her mate to create children. And they hoped to make him the same, as he did with his Queen.
No... it is the thrill of battle.
I couldn't lie to myself any longer. The thrill of battle drove me to continue slaughtering my kin- not some petty romantic dispute from five hundred years ago.
The adrenaline, the feeling of rage, and the thrill of combat? I liked it.
My crimson eyes fall upon the corpses of my kin. Two dead dragons. Normally, I would have feasted first and allowed the harpies to scavenge the remains, but this time was different.
During our midair battle for life and death, one shouted angrily at me, "Even now, as the world is being threatened, you still seek your petty revenge?!"
"Hahaha!"
In a rage, one of them breathed a fireball toward me. But this lesser's fire couldn't compare to mine. Unleashing my own, it swallowed up the pathetic display and consumed the dragon. It roared in pain, only briefly, before falling as a corpse.
"Go!" One bellowed. Brave, but doomed. "I'll deal with this great betrayer!"
"Betrayer, traitor, jealous one..." I mocked, watching the third dragon fly off. "Will those names matter if you are all dead? This will be a fun chase."
Roaring with rage, the dragon turned sharply to boldly challenge me head-on. Hovering mid-air, I sneered in return as harpies flew up from the ground and collided with its wings, nipping at its body.
The confused moment as it flailed gave me the time to easily close the distance and grab its neck. Together, we fell, and I drank its blood gleefully through its struggles. I was getting hungry.
That is how I ended up here, looming over these corpses with harpies greedily pecking at their flesh.
"The world is being threatened," I mused, looking up at the sky. "What being could make my kin quake in fear and rally?"
Twinges of excitement ripple through my being as a toothy, blood-soaked smile widens.
"A fight worthy enough for me?" My eyes drift down to the corpses. "I was too hasty. I should've spared them so that I could learn more of this 'world-threatening' calamity."
"Do tell. I am also interested."
Eyes widening, unaware of this presence until now, my head turns sharply only to be met with darkness. I can sense traces of magic, though not the same as my own.
Corrupted. In this case, like a benign tumor compared to the pure energy of the world.
My senses scream at me to move, and I immediately take flight, sucking in magic from the land and mixing it with my own to disperse this magic.
'This creature is strong,' I think, noting the large amount of magic it's taking for me to disperse it.
"What is this world-threatening-"
When it breaks, hovering in the air before me is a creature somewhat similar to the dwarves. The same smooth skin, but more lithe and dark. Ruby eyes, dark flesh, blackened hair, and this corrupted energy flowing from her.
She looked surprised, with large bands of red energy in the form of spikes hovering around her. This little creature was overly confident in her abilities.
"You dared to attack a Primordial, the first of this world," I sneer. "You will be given a painful death."
Breathing in while maintaining eye contact, I watch her expression harden as I unleash my dragon's breath and she releases a wave of her corrupted energy.
The two forces collide, and clouds around them separate from the blast.
'It held up to my flames?!' My instincts flare in alarm as I dive through the dispersing forces, jaws aimed and clamping down on where she would have been, but I feel nothing.
"AGH!"
Immediately, what feels like a boulder, a torrent of energy slams down from above in a crescent arc and smashes me into the ground. A crater forms and the wildlife for miles flees.
My entire body aches from the blow. Pain on par with my battle against the Queen.
'I will rip her to shreds and learn of this-'
Another burst of energy crashes down from above, pinning me in place as the crater deepens further by several meters.
A soft, ominous, and feminine voice echoes from above, slowly drifting closer.
"As I said, I'm also interested in this calamity."