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"DIE, FOUL CREATURES!" you hear a voice shrieking. You immeadiately open your eyes and discover, to your horror, that you, your son, daughter and your wife are all bound to the ground with a complex mesh of some kind of metallic rope.
"What the Hell..?!" you rumble laughter and try to get up, but to your astonishment the flimsy rope holds. In fact, it cuts into your skin and causes you an immense amount of pain.
"Darling! Sssave uss!" your draconic partner sobs. You growl and look around for your assailant. You see him soon enough, and realize that he isn't human, either - he's the same shape as one, and about the same size as a human child, 5 foot, you'd guess, with a torso, arms and legs, but he's all twisted and wrong. Limp, leathery-looking wings are cast around his back like a cape, his hands have no fingers, but three foot-long claws on each, and his face is scaly and red. Chunks of flesh have fell off to reveal odd, twisted bones underneath, with curious black spikes curving off them. The only thing about him that looks human is his hair, which is thick, shoulder-length and black.
"What are YOU sssupposssed to be?" you chuckle despite yourself. The idea of this tiny assailant causing you any harm is laughable.
"I am the Dragon Hunter Zero, and you, my scaly, sarcastic friend, are toast." he smiles pleasantly.
"Toasst? I think you'll find YOU are!" you roar, take a deep breath, and breath flames all over. Your wife also blasts out flames, albeit smaller, and your children ones smaller still. But to your astonishment, when the smoke clears, the man is still standing, a grin on his scaly features.
"Finished, fools? I hope so, because I am in the serious need of dragon blood." he leaps upon one of your children. The child, your daughter, shrieks and flails about wildly.
"GET OFF HER!!!" you roar, smashing your tail through the air. The creature yanks it and, to the astonishment of you and your draconic family, picks you up, the cords breaking and flicking you hard. Before you can get free, you are flung through the air and smash into the wall. You are buried immeadiately in an avalanche of rocks. No matter how much you struggle, you cannot escape the huge chunks of rock and sizeable boulders that pin you to the ground, and can only watch helplessly through a tiny crack as the fiend slaughters your family, ripping them to shreds with his razor-sharp claws. He collects samples of their blood in several vials, which he puts in a leather bag near the door.
"I will leave you there to stew in self-pity for a few centuries. Draconic blood is worth billions of gold pieces, and I have collected twenty vials, so I deem I will be well off for a while. Even after taxes and bribing the magistrates to let me keep my ill-gotten cash. See you in five hundred years.." he giggles maniacal laughter and, unfolding his wings, flies off.
Written by Brood
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