by interestingword » Fri Jul 31, 2015 5:46 pm
Tinker sniffed the air, taking in the mingled scents. A soft summer breeze. Smoke. "Nothing out of the ordinary. At least, nothing that I...can..." He trailed off, taking a deeper breath of the outside, picturing the scene he could not see. Evidently, the scene was not what he had hoped. Because there were undertones of a pungent stench, something that hadn't had the misfortune of existing for as long as the black dragon could remember, something that made him want to crawl back into hibernation and not come out for another millennia. It was faint, but there was no mistaking it. The scent of burned scales, of rotting, of charred skin and claws. "On second thought,"he started with a squeak. "Maybe we should hide and never, ever, ever come back out..." The thought of something causing that much destruction was, quite frankly, unthinkable.
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