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 "I am Nakira."

 



 You nervously amble through unknown territory, your stomach growling with hunger. You had been cast away from your former flock, beaten, battered, and starved, until finally, because of your crimes, you had been exiled. Your talons ached from walking, but you trudged on through this unfamiliar, sodden, mysterious bog. A twitch of unease climbed up your spine as you heard a cackle, faint, yet ominous. I should really get out of here.  Your instinct was yelling at you to turn back, but you ignored it. You continued walking, searching for any source of food. You tasted the air, the faintest hint of a dead animal wafting towards you. Tempted by the aroma, you ambled towards the source of the scent, to find a dead moose at it's end. You lick your chops, and dig in, not caring that it was killed by another dragon. But if they kept it here, not even half eaten, they must be practically giving'' it to me. ''You assume, and as soon as you eat your fill, you creep under a rock, and see an already made nest made of twigs and moss. How odd.  You think, was this mysterious dragon luring you into a trap? ''No. ''You shake the thought away, and curl up in the soft nest, awaiting to enter sleep.  You wake the next day, the swamp feeling more eerie than it was before. The dead moose was still there, and the scent of dragon was even stronger than it was yesturday. In fact, the scent of dragon seemed as if it was right on top of your den, waiting for you to creep out of your den and assassinate you. You shudder with unease, and despite your instincts telling you to stay in your den, until the dragon scent drifts away, you left your den anyway, and as soon as you slithered out, a huge dragoness leaped atop your back, slamming you down by the shoulders, and planting her hind legs on your legs. Your face was being shoved into the dirt, but that was the least of your worries. A random dragoness had just attacked you out of the blue. "Who are you?" You ask the dragoness, lifting up your head slightly so your muzzle wouldn't be stuck in the dirt. "I am Nakira, stranger." The dragoness named Nakira said, shoving your head back down into the dirt. "Enought of this foolish introduction, now, I will ask you, why are you camping out in The Dragons of Beyond's territory?" She snarled in your ear, one of her sets of claws digging into your back as she waited for an answer from you. Instead of answering her, you lashed out, twisting and slashing your claws against her face. She snarled in pain, and you took this as an advantage. You rammed into her side, and she fell backwards, and as she collasped on the ground, you pinned her down, your tail lifting in triumph. She laughed, her giggle ominous and spine-chilling. "You know, I killed that moose for you, and prepared that nest for you so you could have your last night alive sleeping in peace, with your stomach full.  And how do you repay me?" She then went limp, and you huffed triumphantly, and ambled off. You heard a slight rustle, and suddenly, Nakira was infront of you. "Ah, ah, ah.  You're not going to the camp, are you?" She hissed, her six eyes luminously glowing and the green dots lining her back pulsating. "Oh, yes I am." You snarl, curling back your lip. She did the same, revealing two long, snakelike fangs that were dripping with venom. "You won't be, sweetheart." She cackles, and as fast as lightning, she leapt over you, nearly missing your head, and landed behind you. "Hah!  Missed me!" You taunted. You yelped in alarm as her tail was dangerously close to your side as she sprinted past you, and she then raised her tail, looking like a scorpion. "Get out of our territory, or I will kill you." She threatened. She then suddenly lashed out, rammed into your side, and pinned you down, digging her long claws into your belly. You screech in agony, throwing her off, and despite the pain, ran into her, throwing her off balance. As soon as she regained her balance, she lunged at you, purposely missing you and as she sprinted past you, she ripped through your skin with her scorpion barb fixed atop her tail. As the venom sunk into your body, she pinned you down, and since she had pierced your skin, she sliced her claws into your soft belly with alot of effort, blood spraying everywhere, covering her face and talons. As your vision blurred, she walked off, and you looked at your torn open underbelly. Your inners were everywhere, and blood was staining the grass. You breathed hard, and, with pain and agony, you lifted yourself up with your front arms, blood dripping and your organs that she almost ripped right out of you fell onto the ground, and, too weak and injured to live, you collasped on the floor, giving way to the dizzying darkness, your heart pounding slower and slower with every beat. 











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