[h1][center]Dragon[/center][/h1]

The great lumbering behemoth stared placidly around the clearing, confident that its mighty roaring and posturing had crushed any morale among the humans near it. A number of humans scurried around its hulking mass, making loud noises and waving small objects at it. The mighty beast regarded them with the same passive malice a cat would to a panicking nest of groundhogs: mild curiosity tempered with the self-satisfied belief that none of them could [i]ever[/i] harm it.

The dragon knew only two things: One, the pesky human that had attempted to intrude upon its territory had fled here, and two, the humans here were cooking an [i]astounding[/i] amount of sweet-smelling meat.

It is a well-known fact that all dragons are creatures of unimaginable gluttony, and this one was no different. Nearly completely uninterested in the proceedings before it, the dragon turned its attention to the pyre Geoffrey had been so kind to set up. Here was both the meat [i]and[/i] the human it was tracking! Had it the capacity to feel anything but contempt and jealousy, the dragon would have smiled grimly at the delicious irony before it.

In one smooth motion, the dragon snatched up the contents of the pyre and devoured it, wood, corpse, poisoned meat and all. Nariana's poison surged through the dragon's veins, hastily making the long journey to its brain.

At that moment, the dragon's attention was forcibly turned to the humans around it. A hail of hard objects rained against its head, making several fist-sized dents in its scales. Shaking its head like a wet dog, the dragon blindly charged forwards, threatening to trample the men around the pyre!