The Hybrds (NOT CANON)

O' Pale One (Read warning!)

⚠️TW: Blood, injury, eating humans (that's probably it??)⚠️

(This story is not very edited at all and probably won't be since I have gotten too tired of dealing with it lol. Pic unrelated.)

Henry ran as fast as his legs could handle. The bloodhounds stayed close behind in pursuit. The hunters knew about all the monsters they could get on Goat’s Peak. Plenty for bounties and food. Clearly they had figured he was some sort of common brown goat monster. Which, to be fair, was his technical scientific designation other than the whole part of being a reaper. You’d think they’d be able to tell by the fact his head is a skull with three eye sockets instead of two, being nine feet tall, and having four arms.

The hunters followed closely before Henry made a sharp turn to the path connecting Dragon’s Peak and Goat’s Peak. It wasn’t hard to tell they weren’t dragonborn-level hunters or even any sort of high class for that matter. They had low level weapons and didn’t use the same code words. Henry knew if they figured out where he was running to, they would probably scamper off. That is, if they’re smart.

His hooves hit the snow, crunching as he ran. The scenery changed from normal pine to splintered trees strewn across the cold landscape. In the distance the colossal wings of the great pale dragonborn beat as he hunted for something to eat. His scales shining in the sun. Henry was so close to safety but the hunters were still behind him shouting commands at each other.

The hunters began to split up and surround him. An attempt to corner him. Not the first time this tactic has been used on him but it was definitely a difficult one to get out of. Especially with the dogs. Henry crouched low and shifted down into his human form to make himself a smaller target. For a moment after the humans became hesitant yet merely thought it was some sort of trap to turn into one of them. He just needed them to focus their attention away from him for a moment so they would see the dragonborn in the sky.
Or maybe the dragonborn would see them first.

A mighty roar shook Henry. The hunters stopped in their tracks and the dogs whimpered, scampering away from the beast, and leaving their owners they had devoted their loyalty to. Now closer, the great pale one stared down with his black sclera and red pupils. That’s when the horror of realization struck the hunters. They stumbled as they tried to run from the building sized symbol of death. The dragon dove down from his place in the sky and his massive claws slammed into the snow in front of the fleeing people. Another deafening roar made Henry fall backwards to the ground as he stared up.

Then a booming voice spoke out in pure, unfiltered anger.

“Who dares enter my land? Identify yourselves now!” The thundering voice said.

The people all looked at each other in terror. Shivering from the cold and fear. Then one spoke out in a meek voice, “We are monster hunters from Silverkeep o’ pale one.”

Henry thought that the dragon couldn’t get any angrier than this but the growing flame of rage in his eyes would have burned the fallen wood around them if it was a physical thing. The dragonborn lunged at the men and women, pinning them down with his claws and roared once again, yet this time much louder and much closer.

“Silverkeep! A town of dread and manipulation!” He narrowed his eyes at the hunters and snarled, “Are you authorities or mere townspeople?”
“Authorities o’ pale one.” A young hunter wheezed out from under the blade like claws.

He growled at them, “All of you are weak and pathetic flesh bags undeserving of life.”

Henry slowly stood up as the shimmering creature shouted profanities at the group. Now was his chance to sneak away. He began to stride away, staying low and hiding behind the shattered pieces of wood. The shouting from the large reptile hurt his ears and made him more uneasy with every word.