Role

Chapter 7

Thrown about like rag dolls in the blast, Vizjun and his brother were sharply
thrust onto the cliff face - a simple crackle of bone and ripping tissue
echoed as his brother landed on an unforgiving sharp surface. Without a
moment's hesitation, Vizjun desperately flung himself out of the way as a
whirling death of shattered trees and boulders darted into the cliff face -
no scream accompanied the sickening crunch and splattering of life among the
rocks. He quickly regained his composure, shrugging off the pain of his
broken wrist which seemed more pressing than the corpse of his dead brother -
he also had a much more apparent issue as Jade Dusk laughed at the former and
latter fools before him. Reaching out with a dramatic talon, Jade Dusk
effortlessly snatched off a lone leg from the dead body to only push the
tasteless boundary further and begin chewing on it in front of the young
cloud giant - he wanted a reaction to enjoy his meal with.

Vizjun made eye contact long enough to show he was serious but not enough to
disrespect his superior. Bowing his head, he quickly raised both hands and
placed one closed fist within the other - an older bow of a time long gone.
His voice was calm over the heavy breathing of the dragon, his statement
clear and concise - every word counted. "Vizjun is mere mortal servant of
Sleepers. Vizjun comes humbling asking where might find First...
Drokalanatym."

Jade Dusk abruptly stopped chewing.