THE CONFETTI OF SHATTERED MIRRORS // rampaging gore dragon

[Luciferr]

S I L E N T

AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW

another day, another nonsense.

Silent might have sighed at it and being rudely interrupted from his hunts by sudden fire and ice explosions nearby - and some strange, apparently addled - beast eating itself while throwing what appeared to be a bad poetry recital in the midst of a tantrum - if he were the type.

Two jaws gaped wide as black tongues licked out into the air, a voluminous hiss rumbling from its many mouths, inner and outer in annoyance.

But if this creature was determined to eat itself - silent would be all too happy to do the job for them.

First though, there was the problem of a few burning trees - which this was a swamp, thankfully the damp kept it from spreading like a California Wild fire - so the beast pulled the water from the air and the ice oh so helpfully splashed about by the tantrum thrower and doused the offending charred and now smoking trees.

his head made an awful crack sound as he turned back, bulging spine snapping with the movement - one problem solved, now, what to do about the overly large chicken.

Well, they did say you had to cook chicken well to be sure you got all the nasty out.

Two outer maws of a skull like visage cracked in a rictus grin as the jaws clacked together, viscous black drool pooling at the thought of fresh meat.

It stank of pittian, ironic, his former resource of one kind would be a resource of another to him - food was food was food, alliances meant little to the beast.

Twitching and settling itself into a stance ready for it - silent crouched on his many many legs, bouncing and coiling up the muscled limbs before with an almighty spring he’d aim to propel himself towards the creature, relying on momentum to aim to crash into the beast and bring it down, sparking lightning running across his jaws as he attempted to follow up with a bite of pure shocking electricity.

#psychosocial.