FIRE DANCED IN MY EYES ; trespasser

[T. ROUX]

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

It had been a shaky flight but he had managed to track down where that damned lion had gone to, he had to ask several loners if they had ever seen Stryker and to his luck they had. He fell into the sand not wanting to stand up anymore because of all the pain that he felt yet he pushed himself up with his entire body shaking. He would grit his teeth feeling a droplet of lava dripping from his parted maw as he heaved his breaths, he was skinny and frail looking. Easily breakable. It felt like shards of glass were residing within his lungs with each breath that he heaved, everything hurt but that wasn't going to stop him from killing that lion. He took shaky steps forward feeling more of his fur beginning to fall out as the scales on his back rippled and shone in the moonlight.

Then something made his nose twitch and for the first time since he had been born, Trygve could smell his surroundings even just briefly. He was here. His body was still shaking but his determination was stronger as he called out with a snarl "Show your fucking face, you s-snake!" The fur on his spine would bristle and the scales would do the same, this caused the draconic boy to get slightly itchy and lifted a paw to scratch. If he was going to die then he might as well die with a fight. I'm sorry, Aine. He thought quietly only to think about Natyli, he had closed off his mind from her since the beginning of his sickness. I'm sorry, Nat, if only I had been a better brother. He closed his eyes feeling the heat from inside start to bubble, he didn't know how long it would be before he died but he was going to make it worth while.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan