Oh ho. Not all of these two leggers were useless.
Maybe don’t admire it so much and try to seem like less of a threat.
Such a waste of time. As if the shiny one could hurt them, Ilith groused to herself as she waddled in their direction.
The faces of the two next to the shiny one paled but they didn’t back away.
Brave two leggers. Just like her Savior.
She lowered her face, her chin almost touching the ground. She nudged the shiny one and waited.
When he did nothing, she nudged him again with impatience. How much clearer did she have to be?
I don’t even know what you’re trying to do. How are they supposed to know?
Slowly, almost hesitantly, the shiny one lifted a hand, settling it on Ilith’s nose. His expression was weird, but Ilith chose to ignore that as she rose.
What? That was it? You wanted him to pet your nose?
Ilith ignored her, waddling in a circle and rearing onto her hind legs as she observed the sky.
As if he’d received some unspoken signal, Rath banked.
Ilith opened her mouth. Black flame erupted with the force of a volcano. The displaced air sent a shock wave that would have knocked the three behind her off the platform if she hadn’t curled her tail around them at the last second.
So fragile, she noted with disapproval. She’d have to put distance between her and them if she wanted to fight at maximum capacity.
No, rather, you’re too strong,Tate said seriously. I didn’t know you could do that.
If not for their trip to that other world, Ilith might not have been able to.
What are those birds? How are so many being controlled at once?
Ilith released the squawking two leggers from her tail.Not birds.
They were something much more dangerous.
Ilith’s tail whipped back and forth as she tracked the creatures. She licked her lips. They looked quite tasty despite not being birds.
Suspicion rose from Tate.What are you doing?
Ilith didn’t answer. Sometimes demonstration was better than words—especially when she was pretty sure her Savior would object.
Ilith launched herself into the air, not giving the birds time to react. In a blink, she’d snatched several, swallowing their woefully inadequate bodies in the next second.
Crunchy. And tasty. Unfortunately, their bodies were much too small to satisfy a dragon’s hunger fully.
She’d just have to eat the rest as punishment.
A creature’s pain-filled screech fractured the air. Ilith’s chuckle was a low rumble. There he was. She’d wondered how much longer he was going to pretend.
The birds began to fly into one another, madly crashing in what would have looked like suicide to those below.
They formed little inkblots, merging finally to form a creature twice the size of Ilith. It hovered in midair, a bastardized version of a dragon. Two sets of wings beat at the air. Bedraggled feathers speckled its carcass, many spots bald and seeping black ichor. It only had a set of hind legs which were tipped with claws the length of a human arm. Two sets of mouths split its face as it bared teeth that looked like needles.
Its smell was as foul as she remembered. The stench was inescapable as it burned her nostrils.
What. Is. That?
