::The was a massive crash near the Red Dragon Inn as Aurthur smashed into the ground, taking a few trees down with him. He lay still for a moment before he began to crawl towards the Inn. Multiple arrow shafts had pierced his body and made him look almost like a porcupine of sorts. Blood leaked from a gash between his horns and into his eyes. His wings were pockmarked with arrow holes and torn, the left now shattered from his fall. He tried to roar for help but couldn't. He spoke as loudly as he could, barely a whisper::
Someone......Please........Help......me........Hun ters.......Matthew Spade..........::He fell silent, his great head falling to the ground. Was he dead? No, his sides still rose and fell with shallow breaths, but he was unconcious. If the hunters had followed him, all it would take was a single grace stroke to end the dragon's life.::
Someone......Please........Help......me........Hun ters.......Matthew Spade..........::He fell silent, his great head falling to the ground. Was he dead? No, his sides still rose and fell with shallow breaths, but he was unconcious. If the hunters had followed him, all it would take was a single grace stroke to end the dragon's life.::