What Knight would be worth their salt without this most formitable of foes. A most noble beast. Deserves a life!
" Majestic Creature" Green was the hue, Red as the haze. From whence it came there is no clue. Winding down that timeless maze. Hovering like a cloud. In wind swept motion, body stiff and proud. Magics greatest potion. Of fire and scales and majestic features to torrid horror tales. All patience lost to mankind, why we never heed our teachers. Hunted and driven, chased and scorned. Their history is given, in blood and greed and bodies torn. And to that end what have we left, but scales and bones within the ground. We search like fools every cranny and cleft Alas no more, their not around!
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