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The warmth of the flickering sun reflected from it's scaly flesh.
It sat motionless, coiled like a poisonous spring waiting for it's prey. It yearned for slumber, but found no peace in this most tranquil escape.
The voices had reached their nest almost a full moon ago.
An elder wyrm had been disturbed was the rumor slinking it's way through the natural order.
He was set to watch for intruders from the western entrance.
In archaic slithering tongue, he had heard of the failure of his brethren in the northern most keep to repel the incursion of humans into their ancient lands.
The humanoid forces were smaller this time around, with less strings attached, no real sense of allegiance.
He had known these rolling hills for the past decade as home.
The new infestation of mammalians called it King's Point.
He had been charged with guarding their nest from these intruders, like many other brothers set against the children of live birth givers.
Shouts and fighting could be heard in the distance, though he concluded to hold his ground, this was the small partition of land he was charged with defending.
He could only ponder at what the elders had seen in their scyring.
The dark ones had taken possession of the hills, disposing of both the lover of the broken hearted and the meddling witch of illusions.
Their allure was irresistible.
Soon, the offspring of the wyrm would make it's way to their cradle. To the land over run by distant relatives, by feathered beasts who shared in history older than the stars.
To the land of Eagleshire.
Where it was rumored dragons roamed free.
Soon, the marched push to rid the land of everything natural would come to a screeching halt.
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The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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