It's the night of 31st October. For many people, it's a night of celebration, joy and fun... but for micro, it's a night of survival.

It is midnight. The pale moon illuminates a silent, cold world. Rapid footsteps echo in the darkness. A furry micro cobra runs for its life. It runs as if its life depended on every second, as if it were trying to escape a devouring shadow.

His breathing is wheezy and gasping. He is frightened, his pupils are contracted, his heart is beating so fast it feels like it will burst.

He turns his head left and right, frantically, desperately, trying to spot the predator following him. But he sees nothing. Nothing except the mist dancing between the graves.

He doesn't know how he ended up in this graveyard. Perhaps he had been running for too long... Perhaps he is trapped.

Quickly, he hides behind a cracked tombstone. Silence falls once more. A heavy, oppressive silence, almost alive.
Then... footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Close.
And suddenly — nothing.

The cobra dares not breathe. Its blood runs cold.
Then, a drop falls in front of it. Drool... and blood.
A monstrous breath sweeps through the air, hot and foul. The smell of death.
It looks up.

Two green eyes, shining in the night. Fangs bigger than himself. A jaw that opens, drooling, hungry.
The dragon is there. A titan of scales and hatred.
The predator advances, its claws scraping the stone, just inches from its prey...

That night, no one saw Igozarhs again.
Some say you can still hear his cries in the cemetery, muffled by the wind.
Perhaps he was devoured. Perhaps he managed to escape.
But one thing is certain... the dragon is always hungry.

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Igozarhs: I think I'm being chased! HELP!

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A sublime gift from my great friend and beautiful dragon I love it! Thank you so much my friend! A beautiful dragon who likes to hunt me ! 💖

The cobra : Igozarhs :  Igozarhs
The great dragon : Vortex :  Vortex_the_Dragon

The artist is:  SkrymeR1