Oziendis had been brooding for months. Deep in his cavernous abode, pacing, plotting, planning. He was going to make his move soon, on those damnable dragons. That big silver one and the smaller blue one. he'd been after the blue one, Icer, since she was small.
Perhaps he would not kill her but he'd enjoy tormenting her agin. He'd been bored. And a bored demon was never a good thing. Especially when it was Oz. The most notoriously nasty creature to stalk the dump called Rhy'din. He'd need a good snare, for starters, something Icer would respond to.
The bigger silver dragon would respond to Icer's troubles, so he would not have to worry about a separate trap. The question was what to do' There was the small dragon shiva, whom Icer had tried adopting, he knew, and Shiva seemed to be a misfit. Dangerous at worst a nuisance at best. Perhaps he could use her to attract Icer. It could work.
Those mushy maternal instincts would be her very downfall. He just had to locate that runty little beast to be his bait. Perhaps he could even use her for his own purposes after he was done with the larger blue....A slow evil grin spread across his scarred and ugly face.
Yes...Shiva it seemed would be the key. He grabbed a satchel of chimera hide and began packing it with odds and ends, and a package of fresh human flesh. He had heard the little beast has a taste for it. He was going to lure her to him, and hopefully convince her to do his bidding.....
After the satchel had been prepared he took a look around the it, and left. This would truly be fun, something he had not had in far too long. And Shiva, he hoped would help....