Snippet #2186705

(Confound it all, I lost five paragraphs of good stuff)
Her discomfort filled him with guilt. Nyxmel hated to hurt anyone or thing... even his race's mortal enemy. Her deliberation lasted a few seconds before she surprised him with an offer of comeradierie. Skepticism narrowed his slitted pupils as he angled his head to see her better with one eye while keeping the other trained on his bag. Her interest in it was apparent and dissettling.

She then made a huge blunder. "I believe you didn't do this. The damage is too... too... well, too amateur to have been done by someone like you."

Fury bubbled in the dragon's chest involuntarily. Instinctive rage led him to an aggressive crouch on his front claws, teeth bared and a snarl hissing through his maw. He cursed in a language that resembled a rich, animalistic German, beautiful and feral, before switching to English. "Someone like me?! What in the bowels of the mountains could you possibly even begin to think you know about me? I was raised to respect all life and to give respect to every living being unless directly threatened! You puny, pale rats were the ones who mindlessly slaughtered my race for our teeth and tongues, hatchlings, elders, eggs, all dead and brutalized for market!! We were forced to flee for our lives, the mighty dragons of lore degraded to migrants!!"

He then realized what he was doing. Smoke drifted from his nostrils as flame burned ready in his chest. The human stood before him, small and terrified. 'All life is important, even those who have reason to be punished. Respect all, love all, and remeber who you are.' His mother's last words before he was taken from her in the forest. A hurt hatchling, confused and hungry...

Nyxmel blinked a few times and stood to return to his bag. A glance to the sky showed him the time. "Sleep now. We shall move in the morning." He sat near his bundle and watched her with gleaming emerald eyes to await her slumber.