He sunk his pair of large tusks into the squealing boar that was pinned beneath his enormous paw. He'd chased this damned thing for two hours. What he'd figured would be an easy kill turned into a chase of life or death. Luckily, that was meant for the now dead boar.
The iron taste of blood filled his mouth. Meaning that he would eat tonight. He smirked at the thought of his prey getting away.
In the silence of the night he feasted on his spoils of the hunt. He knew nothing would dare disturb his meal, after habituating the island for almost a century. It was instinct now within the prey that he meant death. And he wallowed in the knowledge of that very thing.
With food now in his belly, the beast walked away from his once prey, that was now a pile of bone and blood. He needed to patrol his territory and make sure that no rouge dragons decided to attempt to steal some land. His shadow fell across the ground imitating a small eclipse.
The scent of him filled his lungs as he breathed in deep. All as it should be he mused.
All night he made sure that everything was as it should be. Nothing really happened, unless you counted one of those stupid monkeys in clothes. But even that stupid thing did survive his living fire. It had been a while since a son of man stepped foot into his domain.
But the last time was when he was a young fire. Back then there used to be more than one. He was still so new to the world, barely out of the shell when the hoard of men came to the shores and slaughtered his clan. In a last desperate attempt at keeping him safe, his carrier stuffed him into a rocky outcropping. With one last farewell and order, he stayed as still as the stone he was on.
That was the day the rivers of his home ran crimson and the moon bled. The day he was left and the day he became the last.
He growled at the rising memory because that was all it was anymore. A memory. Something that was looking more and more like a nightmare. His great form crouched and then with a wave of air, was taken into the air. Casting a shadow onto the ground below.
The ocean air was cool on his scales. It calmed to his blood lust to a degree. But it was mostly left over from the hunt. With a pump of his pair of wings, the beast glided down to a large stone balcony that hung naturally out of a stone wall. It was a place that was big enough for him to come and go as he pleased, but also because of the cave he had carved.
It was his dwelling. His den. His home. And right now he couldn't be more happier to see it. He was tired and was ready to welcome false death. Mentally reminding himself to go down to the ocean and wash off the blood in the morning.
The beast groaned as he dragged into his den. While it looked small on the outside, it was quite spacious on the inside. It would well be able to hold four flames of his kind with three tails in between each. He hummed with that thought.
With a huff he flopped to the ground, causing the stone to move and rumble. He had no intent on moving, only to sleep. And that was what was happening.
That was until it hit him.
It was the scent of man. And if his nose was right, the human was still in the area. A quick glance and sniff of his den informed him that the human was not in this room. But it didn't mean that it wasn't somewhere else in his vast networks of caves.
His kind being a breed from the ground, are able to dig a tunnel in a short time. Over the years of being alone, the beast had created a kingdom under the surface. For instance, the place that he slept in, he was able to create highway tunnels to other locations on the island for easier access.
Huffing, the beast labored to his feet and followed his scenes to where the led. He went down one of the many tunnels that led to the outside. A left here and a right there and finally the scent became overwhelming. At first the dragon couldn't place it, but then he realized what the scent was made up of.
Fire and Lavender.
Those two clashed to create the odd scent. One that was so far from normal to the beast. It made his pupils dilate just from the smell of it.
Then he saw it.
Tucked in the corner of the lowest room was a small human. He assessed the human, it looked like they would stand just below his shoulder. And from the size of them, he assumed it was a female. A young female.
The beast growled deeply in his chest. How dare a human step foot on his island?! Who in their right mind would?!
While all of his complaints went around in his head. He failed to notice that the female was waking from her slumber. It was her groan of pain that alarmed him. He narrowed his eyes at the daughter of man.
Finally, those two eyes opened. Meeting his and boy did they clash.
Red met blue.
And the beast roared.