C132 A Greenfurred Hand

In a mere ten breaths' time, the winged snake had sustained grave injuries. Its dark golden scales were mostly stripped away, stripping it of its earlier grandeur and splendor. Now, it was a bloody, pitiable sight.

Fear then took hold of the creature. A flicker of almost human spite and envy shone in its dark golden eyes as it burrowed into the ocean depths, desperate to flee