A quiet forest appears, trees grouped in plentiful abundance.
Birds caw and chirp their songs softly, and the sound of the ocean waves crashing is near.
This peace was not to last, for a lone house resided within those woods. Foundation and decor made out of deception and lies. Shadowed figures curse the domain in which their home lay.
Five live in self-importance, cock-sure nothing would go wrong. Marching about as if they owned all and expected everything. Identities were lost to the group, what once was five, separate; became one.
The group was once seven, the seventh breaking away at the truth rotting through the five. A sixth member also started to break away, only remaining out of a sense of duty.
The five beings clung to eachother, in both idea and physically. They thought a cure was to be found in eachother, turns out the five were their own poison.
Ignorance pervaded their senses, blocking out the impending doom of the truth about to set upon them like a rabid wolf looking at a meal. The sixth tried desperatley to warn of the war infesting their lives, chipping away at the seemingly solid ground underneath.
The five shadowy figures clutched their old identities with an obsessive fervor, trying to seem like they haven't changed.
It was like they wanted to become the masks in which they hide behind while out in society.
The sixth member tried to fix the five while ignoring the cracks appearing on their own body. A rose etched into their chest seemed to be wrapping sharp vines around them, piercing through the shadowy shell and exposing a wild violent inside.
The five ignored the turmoil of the other member, slowly pushing her to tear at her own cracks making the damage worse. Below the violence and mask hides a single golden thread, a thread fighting for it's life among the suffering depths of it's owners soul.
The souls so lost in their lives ignored the large figure ready to pounce on them. Large reptilian eyes hungrily glaring at the five, only to flit to the sixth member in concern.
Upon the five saying something to the sixth the dragon pounced. Claws and teeth ripping through the five, tearing them apart limb from limb.
Finally the dragon held the final member, a blonde head of hair it's only distinguishing feature.
Golden reptilian eyes look directly at the viewer of the vision, lauching it's head towards the eyes peeping.
