<a class="postlink" href="http://www.esteliel.de/userfiles/Heise_Cold_after%20copy.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>The cave reeked of death and was stained with the remains of a recently abandoned dragon corsp. Black blood lead a trail out into the dim light of the morning. The forest was silent as if to honor all those who had just been slain. Azrial walked with a sliced leg exposing bone and muscle tears rolling down his face ten miles from the scene where he watched his mate fall. His chest harbored a heavy pain he couldnâ€™t escape. â€œWhy was I out! Why wasnâ€™t I there! I could have done something!â€ he screamed sinking to his knees he coughed letting blood and lava coat his torso and the ground before him. His body shook violently as he screamed more in anger and pain. Off in the distance a small town would beable to heart the roars he let lose into the silence of that clear and sunny day. â€œWhy is it so cheery! Why is the sun shining!â€ tears pouried down his face like a red waterfall.<br/><br/>A small pit pat tapped at his heaving heart. â€œItâ€¦its ok little one.. Daddyâ€™s ok..â€ he gently stroked the egg he was clutching to for dear life. The smooth bright purple shell was getting cool against his firey chest. â€œIâ€™ll get you somewhere safe I promise!â€ he stood with that and began to run again. His eyes always darting always looking and making sure eh wasnâ€™t being followed. There were many who hated his race and were trying to kill them off. One of whom was the ruler of the land, who was now rewarding people who could bring back a dragon heart. So for the past ten years hundreds of his kin had been slain, including as of the night before his beloved Nichlas. He had loved his Nicki, and he loved their brud, their hoard, their cave. Now, it was all gone beside one of their three eggs.<br/><br/>â€œJust keep fighting little one keep fighting!â€ he screamed as flames erupted from his mouth as he worked desperately to keep his flames in his chest hot enough to somewhat heat his future.<br/><br/>Hours of running had finally gotten him to the edge of the forest, he could see the town before him, the town he had heard he would be safe, a town out of his Rulerâ€™s territory, he and his off spring would be safe. But his body might have different plans. The sword wounds he had taken had bled none stop this entire day and keeping such a heat in his chest was exhausting, he had lost to much blood and fuel. He staggered from the darkness of the trees onto the sun painted pasture. The scar on his chest from his mate glittered faintly as it began to shrink showing he was once again available. His world went dark and the egg lay cradled in his limp unmoving arms. The only sign of life he gave off at this point was a flame like flicker coming from his chest reflecting in the dark pool of blood his body was forming.