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Beneath The Dragon's Mist :: Other Places :: Skeleton Graveyard :: Drawn to Death

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It was not night. It was morning. No night sounds were made and there was a sickening fog that drifted over the comforting graveyard. It held the sweet smell of water moistening what little grass was about the dead area and forcing Gritt to wrinkle his curl his lip back in disgust. Very few members of the cult were like him, having formed a bitter attitude towards certain things.

It was morning and since it was, everyone went their ways until they heard the first sounds of a night critter chirping or making their noise. That was when the meetings came to order. Gritt personally chose to make his way towards the graveyard whereas most dragons steered clear of it due to the "foreboding sense" it gave some of them. Flesh wasn't necessarily abundant in these areas. Bones were, Gritt knew that, after all, he belonged with them. In most cases he was only a sack of bones, but ones of power. He enjoyed tormenting others, laying on the ground lifeless, like another skeleton until they moved by.

His blazing fire-colored eyes flickered towards the massive skull of a long dead dragon. Of course he wasn't one of the largest dragons around but Gritt knew that there were a few towering dragons around who could step on Gritt and break his neck...if he wore his costume of flesh and muscle. However, they couldn't and this one of dead, its skull now used as some sanctuary for rodents and other creatures. Often times young dragonlings would find their way in to the graveyard, most not uncomfortable with the surroundings because they grew up around it.

What had drawn Gritt however was not the skull or animals or even dragonlings. He felt drawn by his own four feet for no reason in particular unless his god had directed him this way for a reason. At that thought he immediately forced his flesh and muscle to disappear, appearing to disintigrate(Sp?) right before one's very eyes and quite quickly. Whatever it was, it was only natural to be greeted in the formal form of skeletal. He advanced deeper into the graveyard, passing skeletons of creatures all shapes and sizes, some things with gaping jaws wide enough he could have crawled and sheltered in.

Gritt's thoughts were easily switched as he passed dark shadows of looming rib cages and skulls. Often times dragons of alliances came by, mostly those who sought power, to propose possible opportunities to the cult. Always, they had been turned down. One of the Evil leader's slaves had come to do such thing but with threats from the infamous Defyre. False threats so far and Gritt wasn't surprised. Most power was backed up with lies. Save for his leader. His was backed by a god. One who served only their cult, or more of the other way around. Help was served, help was given. Tribute, of course, was something others feared. Others outside the cult. Gritt knew that, perhaps he was supposed to do that now. Find a being to sacrifice...

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