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eepy thing =w=
Sunspot made a wild lunge forwards, slashing out with one wing and catching one NightWing with the edge. The black dragon recoiled with a howl, clutching the new slit opened in her snout.Eclipse let out an irritated grunt. Cool moist rainforest air wafted through the large entrance further up the cave. The only noise was the lulling sounds of the chittering birds and trickling stream. A thick mist muffled most of the sound, providing a comfortable stuffy air. The stone floor could have been uncomfortable, but the dragon-sized frond leaves bunched up on the ground provided a minor amount of cushion. It was the perfect hiding place.
Or so she had thought. Eclipse cocked her head in the direction of the entrance, listening intently for any other signs of dragon presence. It was hard enough trying to sleep on solid stone. It was even harder when dragons just felt the need to tromp around, growl, snarl, and shriek wherever they went. Bonus if you were a shallow sleeper.
Like her.
She slowly lifted her head waiting for any other sign of the dragon she was certain she'd heard. Finally, a shriek echoed through the cave walls, confirming her suspicion. Only it didn't come from the forest outside. The cry sounded from somewhere behind her, deeper into the hollow. Her head snapped around and the crest on the back of her neck rose. All remanence of sleep was chased away by her alarm. She stood up stiffly not taking her eyes off the back of the cave, though she knew it wouldn't do much good. The rock cleft was pitch black--the very reason she'd chosen it.
Spine arched, Eclipse padded tensely toward the back of the cave. Ever since she'd stepped foot in this place, she couldn't shake the strange prickling sensation along her spine. She'd figured it was just her imagination. Given the place--an ominous cave looming in the side of a crumbling boulder in the middle of the rainforest--one might assume it would give off an eerie aura.
But maybe that feeling was the sensation of another presence. Maybe she hadn't been alone all along, and the whole time, she was just a few tail lengths and a corner away from being discovered. She reached for the sheath against her neck, drawing the long whip-thin dagger, and slowed as she approached the bend in the tunnel. Pressing against the hard stone, she peered around the corner.
I don't remember the boulder being this long, she thought. Nothing stirred in the darkness in front of her. No noise, no sensation, nothing. She slid around the corner and continued soundlessly down the hall, her talons landing ghostly silent despite the hard stone. She paused again as the tunnel turned sharply once more, waiting longer this time before cocking her head around enough to see, as painstakingly slow as before.
Still nothing.
She waited a moment longer, then slithered forward and threw the dagger into the black void. The sound that echoed back to her ears was not one she expected to hear. It sounds like the dagger dig stab something, but then slid over some sort of grainy surface before clinking silently back on the floor of the cave.
Eclipse hesitated for a moment before pacing forward, sliding her claws across the stone in search of her weapon. Her talon snagged on the pummel and the closed her hand around it. To her shock, the dagger was covered in sand. She reached out and her talon sunk into the sticky hard grit that was sloping down from the roof. It slid down onto her back talons and more of it spilled from some hidden space behind it. She reached out more firmly and clawed at the sand.
Then again.
And again.
She started to dig. Sand scattered across the floor and over her feet, grinding uncomfortably between her claws. After what felt like an eternity, the sand in front of her slid away and blinding light shot into the cave. Eclipse recoiled blinking as sand continued to slide and settle across the stone, and she shielded her eyes. Stifling heat washed into the cave, chasing away the comfortable cool from the forest.
Three moons... what is this?
Eclipse carefully stepped up the sandy bank, extending her neck to see over the rise.
Rising waves of sand covered the land, from horizon to horizon. The sun shone close and bright beating down on her silver scales and sending waves of heat shooting out of the sand. There wasn't a cloud in the sky--even a lone human wing transport high up wasn't able to pull enough vapor to form a cloud tail. Eclipse scanned the scene, trying not to let her jaw drop in awe.
But... this isn't possible. How can there be a tunnel to the desert, in the rainforest? It's a continent away, and I only walked a few wing lengths
Movement caught her eye off to the southeast and she instinctively flattened herself against the sand. Several large black shapes were circling over the sand, and she could hear more clearly now the sounds of scavengers and dragons screaming and roaring to one another.
Nightwing hunters. She thought, her eyes slitting. She watched them circle and dive at the sand and she arched her neck to see what they were attacking.
She couldn't tell, from the distance she was at, the only sign of a dragon on the ground was the churning sand. Suddenly fire shot up through the air, slicing between two of the Nightwings.
Eclipse watched a moment longer, cold hatred churning inside her chest.
I shouldn't go out there. I have a mission, and this dragon's problems aren't my own. One Nightwing is dangerous enough--a whole group is reckless. And all for what--one silly dragon who didn't think it was maybe a bad idea to be out in the middle of the day? Not my problem.
Eclipse stood in the dip for a long moment, tailing twitching. Then she reached up and unhooked the chakram on the back of her neck, before launching into the air and twisting in the direction of the hunters.
"Who's next?" she snarled, working up another gust of fire. She beat back another dragon with her tail, the flaming spikes causing the NightWing to yelp and backpedal rapidly.
A flash of light caught her eye and Sunspot spotted another dragon. But this one was.... silver? What?
Suddenly she felt a stinging pain in her neck. "Blasting suns," she snarled, as a wave of dizziness came over her "Got me while I was distracted."
She shook a dart out of her neck, her head beginning to droop. Her fire was fading. No. Sunspot thought, fear curling into the edges of her mind. They can't get me this time.
Dimly, she felt a tug on her rear legs and barely felt her body hit the sand as the hunter pulled her legs out from under her. The world spun, and Sunspot knew it was over.