The Hidden and Shadow Dragon 1197

Somewhere in Thrane, 1st Day of Bayushi

It was dark, still and silent. Thie Hidden flowed through its new lair getting the feel of the place. He had been there for some time now and it was starting to feel like home. No more of the Spider motif clad hunters had shown up and it had plenty to eat nearby.

The Hidden flowed between the columns, when something moved in the darkness.

Countless mouths, filled with needle sharp teeth opened across the Hidden’s body. Claws like daggers extended from its hands. The Hidden moved like a hidden current in silent, underground waters.

Despite being able to see perfectly in the total absence of light, the Hidden could not see the intruder. If indeed there was one.

Perhaps it had been mistaken. The Hidden had been acting on instinct for months and only now was beginning to relax.

Something shifted in the dark, making a sound like rustling silk “You dare enter my territory without invitation? Your death will be most creative and painful.” hissed the ancient vampire.

Something shifted again and this time, a voice. Deep, mysterious and powerful “We should talk”

The Hidden sped towards the voice but found nothing there.

Behind it, something huge shifted in the darkness and even the last remaining Lord of Blood could not see it. For the first time since leaving that accursed land across the see, the Hidden felt fear.

“I AM THE DARKNESS” boomed the voice. A small, ghostly blue light flickered into being and the Hidden recoiled deeper into the shadows but the voice was there with him “I am the shadows” it whispered in his ears. “I am Nothing” it hissed.

The light threw all manner of strange shadows across the room and the Hidden saw that there were things moving in those shadows. And behind those things, the massive, serpentine form of a dragon.

“We shold talk, blood hungry ghost” said the Shadow Dragon.