The Exiled Dragon
The crazy blood bag run away that is now stupid enough to come down the mountain.
“Fluffy, go back into the woods,” I leaned towards the mountain, but he continued on, hugging the tree line. “Come on!” I hissed, trying to get his attention. He shook his head like he actually understood. Grunting in annoyance, I let go, only for him to get spooked by a movement up ahead. I fell with a thud in the mud, my whole side of my face covered in putrid stink. The mist became heavier, the weather patterns here completely sucked and made no sense. One minute it is snowing and the next it’s raining. Why don’t you make up your mind!?