Otala glided
on the winds atop her three headed Bond. Most people would have been terrified, not only to see the well known three
headed pink hydra but her rider as well. Since Zeziphorith's hatching, the hydra had made good her promise. They had
terrorized, plundered and pillaged to the demon's content. But now Otala was becoming bored. With 'rith's powers, there was
no challenge. Nothing could touch the two now, at least not on Alskyr.
It was time to change, new worlds to prey
upon. the choice was hard though. Not because of lack of worlds no, there were plenty out there. But some where too easy,
others were nearly all dark. Otala was sure she could survive just about anywhere she could find edible prey, but the demon wasn't
to just survive. Otala wanted to rule, or at least a moderate challenge.
One world stood out for this, just ripe for picking.
Xidaver was relatively unknown. They had not had much contact with off worlders or dark dragons. The demon suspected that
Zeziphorith's pink coloring would through them off guard, even with her three heads. Come on, a pink dragon couldn't be that
dangerous right?
Wrong.
Zeziphorith said, laughing mentally. Otala nodded, a wicked grin lighting her face.
****
The tavern was rather dim and smokey. Unsavory characters
adorned the bar stools, questionable beverages and what passed for food in front of them. Otala, out of her element, slid
onto a stool. The demon was not uneasy, she was used to this. Places like this gave the most important information even if
it was sometimes sparse.
