Coughing and clutching your head, you feel an dull throb of pain spreading as the adrenaline ceases to push it away. A kick pushes an anguished moan out from your mouth, as you roll on your back, eyes open only to have the night sky greeting you.

"You have an awful lot of guts to still be awake" The voice rings out, a cruel laugh following behind as the other two take their pleasure from watching you suffer. The road ambush... You should have never wandered into the woods alone. As the ugly face of your enemy appears over you, you try to raise your arm, only to have it held down by the criminals leg.

"I don't get why a priest wanders around 'ere all alone. Though gotta admit, your old hand does pack a punch." Wiping his redish cheek, the crook grins "Maybe I do have to kill you afterall"

A flash catches your eye as the raising suns rays reflect off from the blade the monster of a man carries. Raising its tip over your throat, he smiles and presses its hilt with both hands. "May you find peace in your fairytale, old man"

Closing your eyes to finally meet the end, the time feels like slowing down. At least the beautiful sunset will be your last image. The smell of rain. The sound of leaves rustling in the trees. You can feel the freezing blades tip over your throat as a cold wind washes over you. Does this feel like dying? Is he just toying with you? Opening your eye carefully to peer at your killer, you are met with an distorted image. Looking wider you realize that the outlaws smile aint distorted because of your sight. Its frozen, locked in the embrace of layers of ice, never able to complete the autrocious means behind it.
A scream and rush of wind brushes over you, the bandits frozen image cracking, before exploding into a rain of red shards, trickling over your skin as the blade falls down behind your head. A scream echoes and running footsteps distance themselves from you, only to be replaced with heavy thumps that shook the ground.

- "I didn't forget, man of fate" - A distant voice, like a wind before a storm, carries into your ears and you raise shakingly, taking a full breath of the rainy wind, adoring its freshness and relief. Tilting your head to the right, you squint your eyes as the dawning suns rays reflect back, only managing to catch the glimpse of pure silver and stature rivalling that of an deity.

"W-who are you? Are you the...?" Your voice shakes before such a being, looking away as you feel your eyes aching from the brilliance.

- "I am the one they speak of. Gather yourself, priest." - The voice whispers to you, the cool wind soothing your bones and taking away the earlier fear.

- "You are never truly alone. When fate tests you, look to the horizon for answer. The silver dawn will never leave you. " -

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Random stories! Excuse my bad writing <3

This is my other dragon, named Gaulgos! He is my Silver dragon, to who I spend much attention just to get the position right.
Must be my most mobile picture as to date!

He was a lot of fun to do and he is under work to be colored! Lotsa background <3
But I wont spoil the complete picture just yet ~

Opinions and faves are appreciated <3

Art: Sylvio ©
Dragon desing: Wizards of the Coast