Oh my Lucifer I'm actually posting this. I didn't even edit it, I just sat down and wrote this in one stretch, and I'm going to post it here. I legitimately don't even know what to call it. So yeah, it probably sucks, but here it is. For those of you in my RP group, you'll know what/who this is about. A woman dashed through open plains, her cloak flapping in the wind. Her heart beat quickly, her breathing was quick, and something shone in her bright green eyes. A mother’s instinct to protect her child. In her arms she held her infant daughter, wrapped in a thick blanket. The clang of steel upon earth clanged behind her, marching, following, pursuing. She poured more energy into her legs, increasing the distance between the murderers and her child. They were many; she was one. Her allies were miles away; her enemies were on her heels. But she was strong. They could not outrun her. But they could still kill her. Bowstrings stretched, arrows soared. One found its mark. She let out a cry of pain as an arrow pierced her left shoulder, continuing until the arrowhead and part of the shaft jutted out from the other side. She lost her balance, and lifted her arms upward to cushion her infant’s fall. Her face hit the hard dirt, but she still held her arms outstretched with her daughter. Her face burned with pain as she spat out dirt. Gently, she laid the child, who had begun to cry, on the ground. She lifted herself up onto her knees, and wiped the blood that dripped from a cut on her cheek. She broke off the forward part of the arrow embedded in her shoulder, and pulled out the other half, discarding both. Still groggy from the impact with the ground, she pulled her child back into her arms and struggled to her feet. She struggled to move forward, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. But they were gaining. The gap closed. They drew closer, closer. It seemed inevitable that they would catch up… With a skysplitting roar, a massive shadow descended rapidly, smashing the earth under its landing. A pair of red-orange eyes burned with anger. A dragon, black as the night, positioned itself in between her and her attackers. It opened its maw, expelling flames against the armored soldiers. She hastily climbed upon the dragon’s tail, supporting herself with the dragon’s spikes with one hand, and holding her daughter with the other. She seated herself on the dragon’s back, who thrust itself into the sky immediately afterwards. Gracefully, the dragon soared through the night sky. A full moon and the starry heavens shone above. She hummed softly to her child, gazing upon her face. The daughter’s skin was cyan, her hair a deep blue. Her eyes were shut peacefully in tender slumber. The mother closed her eyes, and smiled sadly. The dragon did the same. A town came into view. Home. The dragon landed within its walls. It was the middle of the night, but none in the town slept. From the far side, over the opposite wall, cannon shots and dragon roars resounded. The army that was chasing the mother was not the only threat. The dragon murmured something to her as she climbed off its back, carrying the daughter. She simply nodded in reply, and tenderly stroked the dragon’s snout. She held up the child to him. He gently placed his muzzle against the infant’s forehead. She awoke, but remained entirely placid. She did not fear him. The dragon ceased the gesture, and as the mother walked away he spread his wings and took flight, towards the cannon shots and dragon roars. Mother and daughter approached a large building, several stories tall. A young woman was outside, unloading bodies from a dragon. She shook her head as she placed them on rolling beds, and beckoned for others who wheeled them inside. She patted the dragon’s head. He was a cripple, one eye was scarred and blinded, and he was missing his forward left paw. He could not fight for his home, but he could at least try to help his people. But the people in the hospital were now beyond help. He sighed. ~~~~~~~ Corruption. Unholy beasts with murderous fangs darted through the air, spreading a sickly purple grass in their wake. The townsfolk fought back against the putrid creatures. Steel sliced diseased skin, and tooth tore and infected flesh. Some townsfolk rode upon dragonback, summoning brilliant spells or sniping with bow and arrow. The Corruption, too, had its dragons. Unlike the vibrant, shimmering scales of the others, the dragons of Corruption bore the same unearthly tissue as their voracious underlings. Towards the rear of the battle, closer to the town wall, hovered a small female dragon, with white and red scales. She was not a fighter, but she played a vital role in the town’s defense. When townsman or dragon would bear injury, she would dart past them, magically healing their wounds. If the wounds were especially severe, or infected by the Corruption’s pestilence, the cripple would swoop in and carry the fallen to the hospital, where she would lend the doctors her magic. She risked her life to save countless others. But a high risk it was. A Corrupt dragon broke through the line of defense, catching her off guard. Before anyone could come to her assistance, a massive Vilethorn tore through her breast, and she fell to the ground. Without her magic, all in the hospital were as good as dead. ~~~~~~~ The mother gravely shook her head. The young woman washed the mother’s wounds, and treated them the best she could. It would have to do. She walked from the hospital, now a house of the dying. She sat down under a tree, rocking her daughter in her arms. Several minutes passed. Was it ten? Twenty? Forty? She did not know. The black dragon returned. He bore fresh scars, and he shook his head sadly. His fiery red-orange eyes had a film of moisture upon them. The Corruption had been defeated, but at great cost. And another hostile army was about to arrive from the opposite direction. She realized the inevitable. Nearby was a small crevice that led underground. She walked through it, daughter still in hand. It was far too small for a dragon to fit through. The dragon changed form, and shrunk. He stood like a man, yet still bore every aspect of a dragon. He followed the woman underground. A townsman came after him, murmuring to him. He realized that his time had been cut short. She turned around to face him. He towered over her, even in his shrunken form, but they were equals. He knelt down to her level, and passionately embraced her. He could hold back his tears no longer. He wept. She wept. He kissed her, and then her daughter. Their daughter. With this, he followed the townsman back to the surface, morphed into his true form, and took to the skies. The mother continued underground. The sound of a subterranean river echoed through the cavern. She eventually came to its source. With a final kiss of farewell to her daughter, she placed her gently in a basket, and deposited it in the river. She turned back to the surface, tears falling from her emerald eyes. She climbed up the city wall, and observed the massive army before her. They were already attempting to breach the gates. She drew a large, two handed sword that glowed as if it was forged from the fires of hell itself. She turned away from the enemy, and leaped backwards over the wall. As she soared through the air, she leveled her sword downwards, taking aim at the soldiers below her. A huge fireball shot forth from the tip, exploding below. The recoil from the spell propelled her further upwards. At the apex of her jump, just as she was about to fall, a shadow swooped below her, carrying her with it. The dragon craned his neck and met her gaze. No words needed to be spoken; they already knew. They would die tonight. Together. Drifting down the river, the daughter, with cyan skin, blue hair, and red-orange eyes, began to cry.