Thread: (Lunetta & Rook10) Of Scales and Gold

She had energy, Vinithrax had to give her that much. But he was not amused by her silly stories. He had never known humans to simply go wandering into the mountains on a whim. The fact she was in his cavern had to be more than a coincidence especially since she was the first thing to enter in over two thousand years. He snorted again, little puffs of flame escaping his nostrils. It felt good to be moving again, to be awake and alive. He had spent the first hundred or so years trying to get out before resigning himself to hibernate until the magic weakened enough for him to break free. Nonsense. No female would simply be wandering around these mountains without an escort. Where are your friends I wonder? Brave knights shaking in their armor at their doom come to life before them? Hoping I might eat you and go back to sleep so that they can scamper in here and steal my... His tail had been sweeping behind him in the cavern, waiting to make contact the the loose coins, gems, maybe a silver chalice that had fallen down from one of the many mounds of Vinithrax's life work, his treasure horde. Yet his tail did not find any of these things when it should have which prompted him to turn his attention away from the human whilst still talking to her only for shock to stop him mid thought as he gazed upon complete, utter, earth shattering emptiness. His roar of fury echoed through the darkness, deafening as it bounced off the walls and ceiling, shaking rock loose from their places. The stone beneath Genevieve cracked and split as the beast pushed off with both fore legs to turn around and face the offensive space no longer occupied by his treasure. The human was no longer important, the human had been forgotten entirely and Vinithrax's mind was filled only with rage as thrashed forward into the empty space as if his eyes were not working properly and accidentally coming into contact with his horde would bring it back into his vision. But there was nothing there, no bars of silver, not precious jewels, no raw metals, not mountains of gold, not even a single godforsaken copper coin! The enraged drake spewed fire against the far wall, illuminating the cavern further but revealing nothing to placate his anger. DEAD! THATS WHAT YOU ARE! YOU ARE DEAD! THIEVING! DIRTY! PATHETIC! ROTTEN! DEAD! His mind shouted it openly so that anything within at least a mile could hear. Genevieve could hear him quite plainly as well as any living thing above or below all of which promptly stopped whatever it was doing and made every effort to get as far away from the epicenter of the outrage as quickly as possible. The world may not have seen a dragon's rage in thousands of years but, like wildfire, there was a instinctual fear tied to it that would never be lost. For all of his thrashing and raging which amounted to a dragon sized hissy fit, Vinithrax was completely ignoring Genevieve and had left her the perfect opportunity to escape. The slope wasn't so steep that she wouldn't be able to climb up and she had suffered no serious injury in the fall. This was her once chance at escape while the giant lizard was distracted with fantasies of ripping the perpetrator's limbs off one at a time.