Darkness. He's floating in darkness. Small and fragile claws reach out as voices caress his mind. The voices are muddled, and the small whelpling can't tell who they are. He lets out a soft whine into the darkness. Where was he? What happened? He didn't remember. He tried so hard to remember but he can't. Why? Why couldn't he? He hears a noise. A loud boom coming from deeper within the darkness. What was that? Would it kill him? Was it a being? Was it friendly?
The whelpling does his best to move in the darkness, but it's too heavy. His limbs don't obey. He whines again in the darkness. Why can't he move? Was he dead? Was this the evil darkness that took your soul for being bad? What had he done wrong? He squints, using the light from his glowing eyes to try and see in the darkness. He swears he sees something moving, he swears on his young life that he saw something, but nothing but darkness was there.
He hears a soft woosh, as if there were wind in this dark and scary place. He doesn't feel any wind against his scales or his face. Had there been any wind? Or.. was someone.. something moving? The small whelp cries out into the darkness, the sound being swallowed and turned into nothing. The whispers in his mind become louder, more frantic, more clear. He can't pinpoint who. He just can't. The instant the voices were about to become clear enough for the whelp to understand they stop.
In an instant, the great darkness that surrounds him begins to bundle up infront of him, forming into a terrifying being. A being he can hardly see, a being who looked so terrifying to the small and young whelp. The thing tilts it's head, opening its mouth to reveal a mouth filled with dark and empty void. It had no teeth. No tongue.
Fear. Fear took over. The whelp tries so hard to move. He tries to do anything to move away from that horrifying being. But it's no use. The being emits some of it's shadow energies, and more of the darkness wraps around the small whelp, beginning to devour him. As the darkness closes over his small draconic body, he hears a deep and scary voice speak clearly, even through the swallowing dark.
"Crazen.."
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The Blackfang Tragedy
FantasyA small whelpling simply known as 'Crazen' finds himself lost in a new world after running from his family for being different then them. Though he is smaller, mute, and less intelligent than his family, he rushes off into a world of love, loss, pai...
