It was fast, faster than any dragon he’d ever seen and Anton knew himself well enough to know that the speed at which it was able to fire meant he couldn’t avoid it for long. The dragon snarled again and spat out another ball of fire that Anton barely avoided. Its large eyes were moss green with a slitted pupil similar to cats and right now, they were fixed on him. It was built more like a wyvern, but its wings were more dragon-like in nature. It was about the size of a wyvern, but smaller and sleeker with black scales covering it from its head down to its long tail that lashed behind it agitatedly. “What the Maker…” It didn’t look like any dragon he’d ever seen. The creature leapt out from behind the rocks and landed on all fours, crouched low with its teeth bared. He unsheathed his daggers and crouched, eyes locked on the spot where the fire came from. Anton ducked and rolled as the rocks behind him blew apart when the fireball hit them. The sound a low growl was all the warning he got and all that he needed. No sign of prints in the ground or claw marks. He ventured out further into the pit, staying close to the rocks just in case he needed any emergency cover. If the dragon had been here, it didn’t appear to be anymore. He couldn’t hear anything beyond the crackling fires and the ground didn’t feel like it was rumbling. The Pit appeared to be empty aside from flaming remains. When Flemeth had saved them in Lothering, it had been all he could do to not squeal in delight at being that close to a dragon- without being eaten.
“Maybe it’s a Hawke thing,” he mused out loud. Plus, and he would never admit this to her, he just really wanted to see this dragon.
If it was still a drake, which he increasingly doubted, he could take care of it himself. Aveline would have his head if she found out he went after a dragon on his own but, in his defense, he was just going to see how big the dragon was. He shook his head with a sigh and continued further in. Either way, Anton was sure it was time for it to leave.Īs he got closer to the Pit, the path was strewn with the remains of iron and wood traps with the occasional burnt body. Some passersby insisted that it was in fact a Wyvern because it moved far too quickly to be a dragon. Which was why he was currently walking down the slope of the Pit to see if this was a High Dragon or not. Apparently, even the Viscount’s word meant nothing when faced with the possibility of profits.Īfter ten so-called Dragon Hunters had met a fiery death in the Pit, the matter became serious enough for Anton to actually pay attention to it. Anton would forever despair that people continued to try and work in the mines despite his best attempts at forbidding it. The Bone Pit had apparently become home to a new dragon after barely a year of the Hawkes killing the last one. “Another fucking dragon…” Anton muttered.
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