![]() And after all, while it was common knowledge that his species wasn't their first choice in diet, they had the intelligence to realise the disproportionate threat the local communities posed with their swords, axes and trebuchets, and thus often saw them as rivals.īut now was not the time to dwell on such things. They were apex predators, even arguably above the human game. Was that their intention? He wasn't so sure. Personally, Florian didn't know what to think. Alarmingly, it was therefore only due to a rare lull in the incidence of dragon attacks as of recent that he had managed to secure this break at all. The metal armor of those who fought back melted - along with its wearers - almost faster than he could make it. For it was the realm of dragons, terrifying beasts that soared the skies, picking clean the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to catch their gaze. It was the only place he would go during these precious figments of time.ĭespite everything however, the country was always a dangerous place. From time to time he just wanted it to be a little different, if only for a fleeting moment. His life was his work, and his work his life. A far cry from the heat and dark stone of his old smithy, where he would toil away the hours producing all the iron the local defence garrison required. Far away from the hustle and bustle of town, where the shouting merchants, trotting hooves and chiming bells bore into his skull every day. ![]() Florian sighed contently as he watched the wisps of dust roll over the evening savannah ahead of him, catching the fading light in a way that made the terrain appear to undulate like a windy ocean.
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