Shattered by Starddust

blood warning

Her heart was gone.

Her eyes were glazed.

Her claws were bloody.

Her teeth were sharp.

Her horns were cracked.

The pitch-black dragon moved soundlessly through the forest, its blood red tongue flicking in and out, in and out.

Its breath stank, and it panted and went on, lashing its tail.

Blood seeped out of its scales.

But the one, wrong, wrong thing was,

Its feathers were shredded

Nobody ever liked her.

Nobody even looked at her.

She was just a shadow to other dragon's lives.

Nobody loved her.

Nobody cared for her.

And it broke her heart more than the sharpest spear could ever.

All because her wings! Her stupid, big, flappy wings, that were black as night, a beautiful thing.

But they were ripped beyond repair as she crashed through bracken and sat down.

Her tongue sticking out, she flicked her bloodstained tail and lifted her claws which gleamed in the moonlight with blood.

But not animal prey blood.

Not a rabbit, a squirrel, or a mouse.

This was dragon prey blood.