Rage inside

She could feel her fangs stab into the orcs neck. The chieftain screamed even as his lifeblood spurted from between her jaws. His two concubines edged away, terror in their eyes. Drakara's new sword lay on the ground beneath her tail while she clung to the chieftain's side, tearing away flesh with her claws, hot fangs boiling the blood as it flowed out. Haritah and Jorgenson the blacksmith could only watch in horror at what she was doing.

The feline mono remembered the entire scene clearly. Drakara charged the Chieftain, blocking a blow from his blade with the now freed sword. While the Orc was off balance the dragonling leapt on him like a cat on a mouse. He had tried to swat her off, on to have his fingers ripped off. The claws that had grown from her fingertips dug deep into green flesh, with a great roar she bit on the chieftains neck.

As the orcs body hit the ground, blood pooling around the corpse, the berserk Drakara started ripping chunks of meat off, stuffing them greedily into her mouth. Haritah took a step towards her, then another and another until she was a dozen feet away. The air around Drakara was simmering with heat. Even the clothes on her body were beginning to burn away until all she wore was the chainmail from before. As Haritah edged closer using her shirt to protect herself from the heat. When her clothes began to smolder the feline started crawling. The dragonling noticed her at last, leaving the corpse and smashing a hand into the earth. The resulting explosion sent Haritah flying back, stone shards stabbing into her. She landed in the bushes beside Jorgenson who raised his weapon to attack. As he rushed her, his armor grew hot, his sweat turning to steam. She caught his strike, ripping his weapon away with such **** it broke his wrist. Hitting him with a backhand, she tossed his hammer away. Striding over to them, Drakara roared then raised her hands over Haritah with closed fists. The feline was barely conscious as she watched her friend prepare to kill her. Something glowing caught her eye. From the large sword Kara had held a white ball of light emerged. It flashed twice before flying towards them. It hit Kara in the back, a loud painful screech ripped from her. The scaly skin on her back seemed to move on its own, bulging outwards. Then with a loud ripping sound the flesh below her shoulder blades erupted. As blood mixed with clear fluid flowed from the two wounds on her back a pair of small wings emerged. Drakara screeched again before collapsing into the ash mixed dirt. Haritah crawled to her friend through the dying heat to pull her into her embrace. Jorgenson stood, holding his wrist. "I have no idea what she is, But she is no ordinary dragon child. I'll go get some help so just hold on." Through the smoke and ash he ran."

"Head towards the Blue Snow mountains. That is where you shall find what you seek." Those words echoed through her dreams. It was only when she awoke could Drakara feel the strong sense of direction. But she could also feel her changed body. Her skin felt the same yet stronger. Two objects sprouted from her head and back. From the end of her tail had grown a ax head like bone, red in color to match her scales. Her breasts had grown as well, nearly twice the size of the small things she had before. Looking around the small bare room she was in, she noticed the sword from the village. "Strange how did that get here?" "You pulled it out of the ground back at the village remember." She whirled around to see Haritah with a cast wrapped chest come in. "Of course then you killed a few orcs, fractured some of my ribs and broke a bone in my tail before shattering Jorgensons wrist. Hungry?" Kara had no idea what she was talking about. A massive hunger filled her as the smell of stew and fresh bread hit her. Haritah dove into the details on what happened causing her to lose her appetite during the part where she started eating a orc. At the end of the story she was shaking. "Hari, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry." Tears from her. The cat feline shook her head "You really are a child. In all my 200 years I've never seen such power get out of control like that." In her mind a worm of worry squirmed inside. She had met dragonlings before, but never one this powerful. And when she was acting berserk she had sensed a terrible beast inside Her young friend. She had magically scoured every piece of her mind, body and, soul for any sign of demonic presence to find nothing. The beast inside was a part of Drakara like her heart. Whatever it was, it terrified her. " Your body has changed much since your little rampage so you need to eat and sleep. Before Kara could say a word Haritah cast a sleep spell on her. Jorgenson came in along with his son, holding the repaired armor."Just leave it here for her. She'll get it when she wakes up." Haritah stripped herself when they left. A soft glow filled a room, dying down as a small creature exited through the window.

"Master! Master! The sorceress just sensed a great destructive power." The skinny skeletal man ran in a low light room filled with bones. "So what. It was likely just another ancient beast waking up." In a large cragged obsidian throne sat a huge figure dressed in black spike covered armor. In place of his left arm was the paw of a dragon, a eye of a griffon glared out from above his two natural eyes. "Master, the magical energy of "her" was detected shortly afterwards in the same location. A place called Karn village located near one of our orc camps. Shall I send the Dogs?" "Ha hahaha hahahaha hahahahahahaha." The Master was laughing which was never a good sign. "If it really is her then I shall go myself. I still want to make her pay for taking my arm all those decades ago. Hahaha hahahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha