SUNDRINKER

plans it was concocting.

And so it was, with great reluctance, the dragon reabsorbed the malice it imparted into the sprite.

To control one little sprite, it should have been easy. It should have been such a small amount of energy to flex, it was meaningless.

It did not anticipate the words. The constant weathering, and in the end, it became more of an irritant than the Sundrinker wanted to deal with considering the

I do not seek tribute. I seek their annihilation.

And I cannot be manipulated by buttocks...

I do not enjoy seeing human buttocks. I need to kill more humans so there are less buttocks to see.

Annihilation, Brenda

In the end, darkness will win.

Not any longer, little sprite.

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Why should I be kind? They don't deserve it.

|| woke: sundrinker likes breaking things
bespoke: sunder takes out stummy issues on fictional cities

|| stummy uncomfy

It never does mind.

The demon seemed to follow it wherever it went, scavenging supplies.

Another day, another city's destruction.

The others retreated at a rapid step out of the forest, where the Sundrinker had nearly finished leveling the city. Its tail swept aside three blocks of buildings, causing yet more screams from the remaining populace.

Solas was safe. For the moment.

Just as they were going to close in on Solas and finish him off, the forest seemed to change. The psuedodragons looked around nervously, then bolted, though the injured one remained behind, and paid for its tardiness. The mastodon caught its good wing and flung it at a tree, where it died on impact.

hit shook its head as if to clear its mind of confusion from the strike, and just a second after that, the other two dragons snarled and bit at his hands and arms.

Stunning the dragon he had, but he was outnumbered and they sensed his weakness. The one on his left headbutted into his side to push him onto his injured leg, releasing a savage roar with surprising volume from a relatively small creature.

The other three moved closer together, the one he'd just

Oh? This one had some fight in him. They backed off slightly, the one with the wounded wing uttering a few sharp rebukes toward Solas before it fully launched itself into the air, tucking its wings against its body and raising both sets of claws to try and land directly on him.

claw him across his back, from the back of his neck down to the right side of his waist.

The one in front spread its wings, which had eye-like patterns on the undersides, as if telling him "focus only on me" while the other three closed in, one behind him and the other two to either side.

The one behind him was first to strike, shrieking gleefully as it's claws raked down to try and

tHe EvIl dRaGoN...

I will.

The forest quakes. They can feel the burn of a rancid rot.

It might be comical if it weren't dire.

The other three pseudodragons slowly advance through the underbrush, keeping themselves low to the ground.

in terms of average height, but those claws were far sharper than that of any dog.

In the distance, the grand library flew up into the air. The entire building uprooted all at once, and hurtling not in an arc, but straight up toward the clouds, peeking over the tree cover of the forest.

All four of them snapped toward him, and they descended on him, moving not as a ravening horde with single-minded purpose, but as pack hunters, each of them splitting off to come at the source of the noise at a different angle in an X.

One of them emerged from the brush first, a medium-sized dog

-stars in them rather than a circular pupil, or the slit eyes of a cat. Their claws were sharp, and already riddled with blood.

Four of them ran like wolves into the edge of the forest to examine the firecrackers.

Just over 2 feet long, they looked much like wyverns, but their arms were double-jointed at the elbow, a sort of visual mix of a classic dragon with four legs and then a wyvern's wings, and a pair of grasping hands jutting out from the wings. They had wide, V-shaped heads, with eyes that had six-

The unfamiliar crackling of the firecrackers drew not the colossal dragon's attention, but that of the ravenous horde of pseudodragons. Unlike the Sundrinker, they needed food to survive, and if something was making loud crackling noises near the forest, they'd have to investigate.