Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20170922045854

Bullet could see the dragon through the long, green stalks of grass. He had a red, liquid knife in his paws, small enough to be underestimated, but thin enough to deal damage to any animal's skin. He tightened his grip and lunged at the dragon. They didn't notice him at first, but as he sunk his blood knife into their leg, they screeched in alarm and frantically shook themselves. Bullet noticed a llama standing nearby, sporting a horrified expression. Bullet pulled the knife out of the dragon's scales and grinned maniacally.

Blood poured out of the wound on his command.

The dragon screamed. "Emavelin!!" The llama froze, then ran over and started to stop the bloodflow. Bullet felt ready to faint with the effort.

And then, without warning, he did.