The blood red eyes glowed in the darkness. A musty, old smell of blood and burnt wood drifted from the direction of those eyes. A loud, disturbing growl pierced the silence of the night, Kagome whimpered crawling back towards the cliff face. A few rocks dropped into the ocean below. She tugged her no longer white dress towards her, she tugged again. It was caught on something. Thump thump. She began to panic as her feeble attempt to escape was prevented by the foot on her dress. "Stop! You are my sacrifice, remain still wench!" a smooth, low and dangerously quiet voice growled out from the silence.
Her damp breath stilled his voice so human yet so animal it was alluring. He stepped out into the shadows and into the soft waning moonlight. His hair a long drifting silver glistening in the moonlight, only his eyes a glowing blood red showing the true monster that he was.
"You're the black dragon? I thought you'd be a dragon or something" she gasped taking in his human appearance. "Who says that I'm not?" he answered his eyes boring into hers. There was a sudden flash of lightning, Kagome closed her eyes and yelped. When she opened them again the man with silver hair and crimson eyes wasn't there, but in his place stood a dragon. His black scales glowing in the moonlight as he stepped out of the shadows, his blood red eyes luminescent staring back at her, boring into her soul. His horns looked as sharp as an arrow and his talon long, curved and deadly. His wingspan was impressive far larger than any birds and his long tail flicking from side to side.
'Holy crap!' she thought 'well this one probably came straight out of hell itself.' 'You have got one thing right wench.' A voice responded ringing as clear as day through her mind. Her eyes widened and looked around; they landed back on the dragon. 'I.. I can hear you?' she thought anticipating a possible reply. 'Hmm so it would seem… interesting.' He responded thinking more to himself than to her.
The dragon took off to the sky. Kagome let out a breath thinking that her life would be spared relief washed over her sagging to the floor she was grateful to the gods. Sharp talons pierced her skin bringing forth blood; she gasped and looked under her. The clifface was rapidly disappearing into nothing more than a speck in the horizon; she turned her head upwards and saw the dragon, his gaze fixed eastward. As if sensing her gaze, his claws tightened around her. Woozy from the loss of blood, she fell into an unconscious slumber.
She woke up in a well-furnished room with stone walls and came to a conclusion that it would most likely be a castle. She looked around her studying her surroundings, her eyes came to a halting stop at another figure in the room. The black dragon. 'What's he doing here' she thought warily eyeing him.
He lifted his gaze from a book he was reading and turned to her. His golden eyes met hers "I am here to keep watch over you" 'damn I forgot he could hear my thoughts!' he smirked. "W-w-w-wait a second!" she said, "weren't your eyes red?"
"I would believe so." The short clipped response tinted slightly with amusement replied. "Then why are they gold? And what do you need me for? Who are you?"