Thread:IcepetalTheIceSilkWing/@comment-32186914-20190810142801/@comment-37335257-20190811010248

(Dear gods no.)

(Maybe...Time and Change?)

(Are they human in this?)

When Draceana had left, things had completely stopped completely for Amarillo. He had searched for her desperately, actually leaving Scorpion Den for a few weeks. Not finding her, he sadly retreated to his home, becoming colder, and more efficent in his work. People/dragons began noticing more lovers suddenly drop dead, causing fear for themselves and their dragonets/children. Oddly enough, many families suddenly left, leaving the place much quieter than usual.

No more dragonets/children running through the streets shrieking delightedly, teens/older dragonets blushing and admitting their feelings for one another, no dragons/adults wandering happily, pausing to admire some purchase from a friend.

Amarillo was a killing mahine, at least two dragons/people dropping dead overnight. Anything he sent on hold when with Draceana came back in full force. He assumed that she had been killed or kidnapped, and let out his anger and heartbreak in a blade.

Many were terrified of him, and he loved it. They should fear him, he thought, considering he could easily end their miserably happy lives in one quick slash. He would stalk down the road and those who remained would scurry out of his way, scared his black eyes would target them next.

They never thought why, just when, when their turn would come, and it would be over.