FUCK IT, WE SKEDADDLE

Time seems to slow as you glance around, **** to figure something out. The Tamer is completely frozen in ice, curiously the collar remained clean, perhaps due to its magical nature. The Ranger is frozen up until her chest, her eyes wide in shock, flabberghasted that this "random event creature" was smart enough to even do what he did. The Wizard is frozen up until his neck, he seemed to be chanting some spell, maybe a fire one? The Barbarian only had his legs frozen and was thrashing about, luckily Maria seemed unscathed, good. There was no time to think when it comes to flight or fight when you were a small, weak and cowardly creep such as yourself. You pick flight every single time. Stumbling forward, you snatch the spiked collar off of the Tamer before you slid over the ice towards the forest. As you did so, the Barbarian broke out of the ice in a frenzied rage, shards of ice flying everywhere. The Wizard simply closed his eyes and melted the ice with a yellow glow. With a level of adrenaline that only prey animals could produce, your claws dug into the rocky soil as you sprinted with all your might.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!" Were the only thoughts you had as you ran back to your beloved Emerald Forest of carnage. Once there, you scampered up a tree and began leaping to the next oak until you were in the clear. You were a good distance away when your legs just gave out beneath you. Understandable, you had just finished fighting a carriage of men, barely escaped Charon's domain, came twice, barely survived an overleveled party of Heroes and managed to escape to the treeline. Not to mention all that jumping from tree to tree, damn these shrivelled excuse for wings! The single worst feeling was losing your quarry. Sure, you managed to give her something to remember you by for a lifetime, have fun raising whatever comes out of there. But you would have preferred to have a nice lovely dungeon full of women to breed, you know? You would not mind pumping and dumping if you had that security net at the very least. You pouted on the branch you laid upon. Well, at least you got this spiked collar that the Tamer was going to use on you. You shove it into your satchel and yawn. Was things really better this way? With that last thought, you began to doze off from the exhaustion of an eventful day.

Your eyes shoot open suddenly from the sound of bone cracking. Getting up immediately, you prepared for combat again, can't a dragon catch a damn break? Yet, to your surprise, there was nothing. You looked down from your vantage point to catch some of the altered creatures returning to their original form. It looked pretty painful for their bones and muscle to contract, but they seemed pretty docile and unbothered afterwards. Well would you look at that, looks as if nothing changed at all! Besides the torn down trees, destroyed ground and gore everywhere of course. You stretch your back like a cat before preparing a leap back to the forest floor, gliding down majestically with your flightless wings. Once you hit the ground, you decide to sample some of the meats leftover, would not want to shun a free meal now, that would be rude and besides, you needed something to cheer yourself up. You nip at the many pieces of meat all over the place and wonder how some of them even got there, a whole wolf carcass smashed into the top of a tree trunk somehow. How did you even sleep through this massacre? Either ways, you get a good helping of bear, wolf, rabbit, deer, really anything that a forest would have, although some of them were a little cold from the frost that was slowly melting. That ice was pretty useful, might have to figure out a use for it whenever the next blood moon comes.

You stuff the leftover frosty meat into your satchel, there was still at least one prisoner in your lair, carrying your young and most definitely hungry. Child-rearing takes alot out of you, you know! You try to ignore the failure of last night, if only you were smarter but it is what it is. You excitedly skipped towards the general direction of your lair, the forest maps would have to be redrawn after how damaged it got from last night. As you neared your home, your cock hardened slightly at the prospect of using your prisoner's mouth again, which gets you all riled up. Picking up the pace, you just knew that would be what you needed to regain your morale and get right back on track. Luckily, the surroundings of your lair remained undamaged aside from the occasional piece of meat you find lying around. Before you clear the trees, you begin to run and finally leap, a poor attempt to land in a menacing display for your captive, one befitting that of a powerful dragon. Imagine your shock when she is no longer around.

"How could this be? I had skillfully restrained her with vines!" You thought to yourself as your jaw fell open at the sight of the rope strewn across the ground. The Healer was nowhere to be seen, although the loot you got off of her was still in your hoard, guess only you can move it. Your eyes dart around, looking for clues as to where she could have went, how long ago had her escape been? The creatures had JUST started reverting to their original state, no way she escaped while they were still rampaging! Damn it! Another failure! You attempt to search the area for any sign of where she might have went, maybe a broken twig or some cloth? No dice, everything looks the same except for the parts that were destroyed by the Blood Moon creatures. You slump backwards against the Grand Tree, it has just been one failure after another and whos fault was it? Little Ol' Charon. If he had not interrupted you back at the Emerald River...

"He appears every Blood Moon, which occurs after a full moon. So that means he appears in another month or so..." You thought to yourself, best to take note of that time frame lest this happens again. You refused to be caught lacking again.