This dream felt different than any of his others. He felt the cold, but it bothered him none. He cracked one eye open and unfolded his body. His sheer size caught him off guard, and he had another set of limbs. He looked down at himself. He was covered in shimmery silver white scales and had a rather dragon like build. He took in his surroundings. He was in a large, dark cave.
He lifted his head and sniffed the air, emitting a low growl that reverberated through the entire cave. He felt what little humanity he had left slip away slowly. He unfurled wings attached to his back. He emerged out of the cave, hissing and snarling at the sun that dares touch his eyes. He stepped fully out of the cave, stretching his wings out fully and giving his whole body a shake. His scales glimmered and caught the light, ice crystals being knocked off that formed when he was resting. He let out a jaw popping yawn, freezing. He caught a mouth watering scent; dwarf. Not just one dwarf, but two. He turns his head, catching the scent again. He pushes off the ground and takes flight.
The sensation of flight should have been ecstatic to him, it would have been if he had his humanity left. He soared around the mountains, staying up aloft above the clouds and between peaks. He knew if the dwarves sighted him and lived, he would be dead. Or, they would attempt to at least.
The weather quickly changed, as often it does in these mountain passes. Soon an angry snow and ice storm descended upon the mountain. He spotted the two dwarves struggling through the ice and wind. Perfect. They were not looking. He landed as softly as he could farther down the path from the two. And he waited.
One dwarf slipped and fell face first into the snow. He would have laughed, yet that was risky. He emerged out of hiding, planting one clawed foot on the dwarf and flexing, feeling the warmth of the dwarf's life blood spill onto his claws. The second let out a terrified yell, turning to flee.
The dwarf that fell was quickly abandoned. And Dragon-Egfor swore he heard the dwarf roll off the cliff. He did not care. A chase was more exciting. He stalked after the fleeing dwarf, the snow and ice hindering him little. Ropes of drool hung from his malicious jaws at the thought of the meal he was about to have. The dwarf suddenly turned on him. That caught him off guard. He reared back his head and opened his jaws, setting the dwarf alight. He reveled in his dying screams momentarily before his hunger took over and he started to eat. Not many dwarves came up this way. He enjoyed meals when he could get them.
Egfor woke up with a strangled gasp. He quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed the chamberpot, starting to heave into it. He sank to his knees clutching the pot, shaking and gasping. He felt his husband's hand on his back. When he had finished, he felt Dem remove the pot form his hands and replace it with a mug of cool water. Egfor sat still, shaking and sobbing. Dem gently guided Egfor to drink.
The cool water brought Egfor back to reality. He gulped it down greedily, some water escaping and pouring down his beard and chest, making him shiver. Egfor rasped out, "I... I can taste it... I was the dragon. I tasted them.. I felt them."
