Darkness, it was easier to ambush prey in complete darkness. Hidden within the darkness, the black would bide her time, and wait.

It wouldn't take long. The man had been drinking and stumbled along a pathway that he never should have taken..

A pathway, that he would never leave..

He staggered and swayed closer, and then.. A scream pierced the night as the black had lunged. Blood dribbled down the dragon's jaws as the screaming drunkard tried beating her with his fists.

He got a good hit upon her snout and she dropped him with a sickening thud.

But she didn't kill him just yet. No. Like a cat with a mouse, she was playing with her food.

The man cried out in agony and fright as jaws penetrated his left leg. Bone splintered and sweet blood dripped down her throat as she backed away again.

Fingers curled and the man gasped as he tried dragging himself. Trying to get anything between himself and the blood thirsty creature before him.

It would be his last night.

Stalking foreward, she'd use her snout to nudge the screaming, gasping man onto his back.

Jaws parted wide, and soon she buried her snout and fangs deep into the drunkard's soft bloated belly.

Sweet blood and bits of flesh were torn from the still screaming man. Though those screams grew weaker and weaker, until they ceased completely.

Still the dragon ate, stripping flesh and offal from the corpse. Soon enough very little would be left save the bloodstained cobbles. and a few scattered bones.