Dragon's Bite

The Silver Grotto

Gold and Silver rivulets ran down the walls of the cave, the ceiling disappeared high above him, skulls of long dead beasts lay scattered in one corner of the gigantic room. He could hear the rushing of the underground river and stepped forward, looking around, his head swinging back and forth as he took in the room. His home, since, well, forever. He had been born in this cave and soon his parents died leaving him to fend for himself in the city of Aeroglen, not far from his hidden home. Cyrus Alonzo Castleton, that was the name he had been born with, but as he grew up he adopted the name Draconis, given to him by the people of the city. They were scared of him, though not for the reason most would expect. You see, Cyrus had started taking contracts at the age of 14. He started killing at the age of 13. It was what he was best at, sneaking through the shadows upon some unsuspecting man or woman, he didn't discriminate. He was know as monster to the men sent to catch him, but none thought that he wouldn't even live in Aeroglen, so they had never ventured out of the city districts to find him. And after five years of avoiding the law and killing he became Aeroglen's most wanted man. All people knew about him...well they knew nothing about him.

Spreading his wings Cyrus soared into the sky, his green eyes wide with happiness as he looked below him to see the valley in which his cave resided, and if he looked beyond the small forest, he could see Aeroglen, the place where he carried out his job. A contract sat in the pouch that rested around his neck, along with his clothes and his two obsidian bladed daggers. His dark scales hid him well in the night, but he knew that he needed to carry out his job and get out before dawn came, or he would be stuck in the city for the day, and he couldn't have that. He didn't need the hunters finding him and recognizing what he was.

All dragons have distinct features, like slitted eyes and angular faces. All shared the same features in their human form, but others had things such as scales on their arms or spiraling horns twisting out from their hair, some had tattoos to represent the clan in which they belonged too, but Cyrus was different, he belonged to no clan and stayed away from the others of his kind. He couldn't stay with them. At the age of 19 he would be inducted into a clan and most likely branded with the symbol of theirs, he would never be able to mingle among humans, and he just couldn't stay away. Cyrus loved watching humans, the way they acted. Their behaviour was much like those of his kind, but they were much less refined, less violent and of course they had no idea what sort of creatures lived among them.