| Drip. Drip. The sound of dripping blood fills the air as you find yourself in front of Zethn Dragon who had just finished off her prey. She makes a bat call seconds before you're killed by her mate from behind. "Realm walkers, pests." The Male who had killed you mutters and lets go of your lifeless carcass. The female Zethn Dragon chrrs, "They should know better by now." Cackle. |