Snippet #2482748

"There are no others of my kind that I know of. I can tell you now that the only reason the humans won is that they don't take 200 years to be ready to be considered a child. My kind were not known to be the fastest reproducing around, and when the humans began the hunts, for each we killed, 3 more took their place. Should respite have been shown, I have not seen it." Spoke Talin, as if he was old and wise.

Coming into a clearing, Talin stood looking at the sky, just waiting for the sun to finish setting. When it did, and the moon's light began to shine across the field, a black mist, emanating from Talin's hood, surrounded him. The first thing to shoot out of the mist was two wings black as the darkest night, with the shine of a freshly polished sword. Next was his feet, pounding into the ground.

Just as his tail began to swing, the mist receded, revealing Talin's true form, its scales as dark as its wings. As he sat on his hind legs, taking a nearly regal pose that also showed that he was prepared to be attacked, he looked at Luna. In his deep, echoing dragon voice, Talin asked "So, what do you think of the once great dragon kind? Know only that I am nearly a quarter of the size I will be when I would died naturally."