Hopefully actual plot will come out of this….
Danny was scared. The strange creatures, humans as his Rumblehorn caretaker called them.
They had soft scales under thick metallic armored plates, wielding single claws and flaming sticks. Their leaders was immune to Nadder fire, the hottest fire, but the subordinates roasted like fish.
They barely managed to fling a heavy golden net over Prince's head before Danny's icy cold fire took twenty men's lives. He roared, a shrill scream that made several men turn tail and run for their man-carriers.
The leader roared, slamming his club-stick onto the ground in an aggressive gesture. Danny's wings flared, two great expanses of white membrane between ebony fingers. He snarled and blew mist from his nostrils, challenging the smaller human.
At just over 9 months old, Danny was seven feet long, with a huge 30 foot wingspan. He had a blazing under belly, bright white plating contrasting beautifully to his massive black frame, blazing emeralds for eyes glaring from lowered brows. Bright white teeth ready to snap down on the ugly human's face.
Which they nearly succeeded at.
The Dragon Master wheeled backwards, his dragon's hide cloak flapping wildly in the wind. His club whipped out and caught Danny right above the eye, knocking his head to the side.
A trickle of blood trickled from the minor wound, frightening the dragonling. No dragon had ever drawn blood from him. Danny's mouth twisted into a grimace of pain as a second blow struck his head crest, splitting a few of the feathery spines and earning a whine.
The Master gave another roar, much louder this time, and struck Danny in the face, breaking one of his baby fangs.
Danny, in pain, finally relented, lowering his body till his body brushed the floor.
A net was thrown over his body and Danny knew no more.
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