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"Hungry..." From Avvar Mountains; a small groan could be heard from the echoes of the peak. Louder—until the incident imitated a pattern from the other two dragons that had appeared into existence: the grounds quaked and just like in the tales, the groan of the dragon eventually turned into a great roar, signaling all of Myras City about its' entrance and that they should fear Skartan, the Fire Dragon. It was towering and like a beast, and that it flew at the peak of Avvar Mountains for the whole city to see. Although the citizens of Myras City are able to tell the destruction that they were yet to meet, the dragon was unable to. "Hungry..." it groaned out, and it was quieter than the roar it created a while ago. Skartan was frustrated and in agony, unbeknownst to itself whether it was starving or simply in discomfort. It definitely did not like being in the presence of humans and for a beast that was lost in a setting where it did not originally belong to, truly it was an excruciating entrance for the dragon. Skartan didn't bother alerting even the whole South Fiore itself; at the moment, all it could think of were the days he'd rest in its' territory from morning until the evening, eating only whenever it wants to. Now, neither did the dragon have a territory in Fiore nor food to prey upon, and from the peak its' eyes scanned the whole city from East to West, and the only "prey" he was able to perceive were the humans that were the size of ants from this distance. Humans? Skartan has heard of humans—the thought had vexed him, and all those thoughts were filled with fire and weaponry. Skartan didn't want to experience the war from the tales, but did it appear to repeat the history? All the dragon could think of was to find a territory, then the perfect meal; Avvar Mountains was not a suitable place for the dragon so it flew. When it did so, all the other creatures from below had watched the creature's flight, running in attempt for their safety. Perhaps it was better to watch from the landmark—ah, yes, the dragon was able to distinct Castle Alvalen as a suitable territory. It did not mind the destruction it created when it zoomed in great speed—from the sky down to the highest point of the castle—neither did it mind the other creatures that wanted to live. Here, Skartan would stay; here, Skartan would wait; here, the Fire Dragon would destroy. |