PRIVATE cinder standing up to an inferno

[Chernabog]

"DOWN WITH ALL THAT'S GOOD AND CLEAN!" ✭ tags ── Slow, methodical steps against riverbank grass came from upriver, the dark mass of Chernabog slowly coming into view. Her scales, normally so dark and blue, became slightly iridescent in the sunlight. A constant scowl was on her face, even when she smiled, talking to the silly viper she had kidnapped. Said viper was trapped in a wooden cage held in one of her massive talons.

The viper wasn't as talkative, which came across as quite a shock to Chernabog. Usually the little thing was raving about its superiority and her inferiority. But it was silent. "What has gotten your tongue? Did Xanti sneak you away last night?"

Then, her gaze turned to the river as she came to a halt, snorting. She could smell something, that much was certain. But her yellow eyes couldn't find the source. Muscles tensed under mighty shoulders, and she let out a low, gator-like bellow.