(Hello😁 the dragon at the top is what Amaris looks like)
She was choking on her blood, it's crimson
taste filling her lungs and mouth. Deep
lacerations lashed across her chest, riddled
with bullet holes. Laying on the cold sterile tiles she looked up. Her teeth where bared and a deep growl rumbled in her chest. Curling her her upper lip she spat " I'm not the last of my kind my friends will come looking for me, and when they find you you'll wish that you where never conceived." The armed men jittered slightly in their perfect firing line. A man in a suit with dark glasses and a trench coat stepped to the front of the line. " that's what you think, in fact I know they already know your here, and when they come looking for you. I'll catch them just like I did you." She struggled to stand up in the slick tile floor thickly covered in her blood, finding her footing she stood. In a last ditch effort she attempted to shift to her original non-human form for the hundredth time. Unlike the other attempts it worked.
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Dawn of the dragons rising
FantasyA government man named bishop has broken the peace between humans and dragons. He is responsible for spreading lies and laying waste to dozens of dragons, driving many to extinction. Amaris the last of the shapeshifting dragon gods has to stop the...
