Snippet #1605422

He could hear the baby dragon scraping at the door, wanting out. It was only a child now but he was regardless deathly afraid of shadow dragons. Every scrape against the door he imagined as the animal digging into his bones. The memories surged back, what had happened in his youth and how he came to be so fearful. The whole story was something he hoped to never relive.

He retrieved from the kitchen a large, lean steak and brought it to the closet. He sets it in tthe middle of the floor where it's juices begin to pool around it. The scratching grows more intense and so Falon unlatches the closet door and backs away. Something bounds out and tackles the steak. In the darkness he cannot see the dragon, so he turns on the light. The animal has deep, crystal blue eyes, but the rest of the animal is coal black. A shadow dragon. It sends a shiver down his spine watching the beast rip and tear the steak and bolt down pieces. Still he tries to interact with the animal, knowing he must.

"What is your name? Midnight?" The animal keeps eating and ignores him. "Tar. Darkness. Coal." At the last suggestion the animal's ears perk up and he raises his head from the steak. With a flying leap Coal tackles him and knocks him to the bed. Now on his back, his stomach provides a bed for the sleepy infant. Falon remains there mortified and watching the animal sleep peacefully.