The Exiled Dragon
Orion looked up at my growling face, heaving deep breaths as he let out the smoke through my nostrils.
“You will get your peace, Black Dragon,” Orion went out to stroke my snout. “Once we have finished, you may have your way with him.” Several vampires ran from the trees. I let out a roar, only to watch my father claw one and snap the head off another. The enormous bonfire they had created for the dead only grew higher and the flames turned into an array of darkened colored smoke once it consumed the dead.
It was concluded that each body had black magic, thus creating the colored smoke. Father’s beak was tainted with the black-like blood of the enemy. My dragon automatically licked our lips,