Snippet #1503300

The dragon breathing out smoke let out a sickening chuckle, "we both know you would not do such a thing Tomas." His coal eyes seemed to stare right into Tomas' in a very intense manor, as if staring right into him. "If you are so willing to destroy our host, then you would have already done it," he hissed, smoke clouding into Tomas' face and eyes. The other dragon growled, "and if he does kill her brother then we will have no host," he said in a loud growl, almost to the point of not being understood by the human ear. The smoking dragon chuckled, "he will not kill her brother!"

Malchik still had somewhat of a grasp of what was going on around her, though she could not hear or say anything unless the dragon spirits allowed her to do so. She could barely see, her eyes still glazed to the point of where everything was a giant blur, only being able to see mass colors here and there. But as soon as the blade was placed to her neck, she knew exactly what it was. She tried to move but was unable to, her mind was screaming, "don't let him kill me," knowing that the two dragons, and the others still inside her could hear everything her mind thought.