18 . digital artist . student . writer . 09/10

➤ in the ecosphere where humans squabbled within the unknown, within the entities that overcame their endurance. the vacant timberland that enshrouded far-fetched townlets, lagoons and whatnot.
thundered with the roar of a wyrmling. an outstretched mass of a fantastical presence that wailed the pain out of its throat. the sways of its enormous figure, the thrashes of its scale-swathed appendage stirred havoc. the groves were sundered out of the grungy grounds and laid like leaflets on the verdant bedding. everything surrounding this drakon was dethroned beyond its possible return. everyone fled -- whoever bode in the closeness of the situation.

it was treacherous. it was noisy and it was a distressing scene. with its snout snagged in a makeshift, man-made steel snare. the blood that trickled from the hardware stakes gouging past its rugged plates of armour, dribbled onto its lower mandibles, tarnishing its tongue and crooked, tainted teeth. and the more movement the drakon coaxed like head trash, a mere jolt backward. the stakes burrowed deeper, latching the drakon in its place. it was a choice. and the drakon for a sheer moment had stilled. muscles rippling yet nestling were soonly drawn.

latched in a steel snare by its snout, the drakon croaked out a grief-stricken breath. its leathery pennons shovelling into the ground as it awaited.

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