Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20170922050457

Bullet saw a dragon.

Almost identical to the one he had seen when he fainted, the dragon was dark gray with gray horns and long claws. Bloodstained claws, Bullet noticed.

Then he saw his mother.

She was backed up against the wall, tears streaming from her eyes, begging for something. It took a moment for Bullet to realize what she was saying.

"Please, stop! If you take me, please spare my little Bullet. He didn't do anything wrong. Don't hurt him, please, please..."

Bullet blinked.

There was a dagger in his hand, not made of blood, but of solid material.

He suddenly felt tears on his cheeks.

The dragon snarled, holding up his front paw.

Bullet couldn't move.

And he didn't, as the claw struck down.

Blood splattered Bullet's face, chest, and legs, as he watched his mother die.

And yet, he still couldn't move.