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Devouring

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Evolith

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Everyone knew of the terror from the sky, but they hoped Evolith would never come their way. When faced with the monstrous dragon, an immense feral, there was little anyone could do except flee and hide, hoping with whatever slim hope was left that the drake would not find them.

It was all they could do, though the screams of the little folk, the tiny lives, were music to the dragon's ears as he flapped lazily over the city, choosing just what part of the urban sprawl he wanted to crash down on to. His dark scales stood out against even the stormy sky, thunder rumbling with every crack of his wings in the downward stroke, a brutally red tongue lashing out hungrily against the side of his muzzle. Most did not get the chance to take in Evolith with his lizard-like frills and the obsidian shine to his scales, but they didn't need to.

The dragon knew of his power and took it well enough in claw as he plummeted into the city, no one as yet aware of his presence. He crashed down into a park, his massive talons hooking down into the ground as he flared out his dark limbs, his slim, lean body almost skeletal to those who were more used to seeing more well-built dragons, muscular and slower. Yet it was his slender build and lithe body that rendered him agile enough to chase down even the flightiest of prey, his limbs adorned with rows of scute plates from each toe to his torso.

He bellowed, overriding the screams, the blast coursing through the city, shaking the foundations. His tail swung out, taking out a copse of trees, though the crack of the forest was nothing to him.

He plunged forward with a greedy grin, snapping at a horde of anthros - he didn't care what species they were, or even if there were humans mixed among them. They were all prey to him, nothing more than that, they would be nothing more to that. Though he preferred those of the mammalian persuasion.

"Run, run, as fast as you can..." He hissed, a smirk on his lips, tugging at one side. "You shall not get far..."

His low tone wound through the city and his prey stumbled over each other, shoving others out of the way, as they strove to flee him. They didn't get far, just as the dragon said, his massive head shooting out, jaws agape.

SNAP!

They closed on his first mouthful of anthros, chomping down, easily slicing through bone and flesh alike, as if their bodies had nothing more than the consistency of butter to him. The bite power of his jaw was woefully underappreciated with the prey he usually hunted, though there was no stealth required for a beast of his might.

He had all the brute force at his disposal that he could ever have needed, heaving and grunting, throwing his head up and back to swallow down his first mouthful. Spare limbs fell from his mouth as he gulped them down, his sharp teeth slicing through easily, too easily.

It was almost nothing of a challenge to him and he bounded over a horde of fleeing creatures, not caring for them as they streamed away into the city, down the streets. With a bound, he left a crater in his wake, his massive, clawed feet coming down on more lives, more bodies, leaving them crushed and mangled and twisted in his wake. He barely even noticed the pulse and squirm of them under his feet for a fraction of a moment before their lives, in the blink of an eye, were snuffed out forever.

"Mmmm..."

Evolith rumbled a low, warning growl as he chased down his prey, lunging into the main street of the city. Even though his body was lean, there was an advantage to having enough space to leap and turn and twist as he pleased. He could even slip down the narrower alleys, using a twist of his body to force space into the buildings and brickwork if needed, though that was a game of cat and house that did not quite appeal to him.

He whipped his tail out, knocking a crowd off their feet, ribcages crushed and bones shattering with that single swipe of his long, agile limb. Yet his stomach rumbled and he ached for more, needing to feed.

It was a carnal need, after all, a base need of the body. He would be against himself if he did not feed as he needed.

Evolith's horns gleamed as he swung his head, leaping to dig his claws into a building, concrete crumbling under his hold, but that was no concern of his. Not as the dragon shot his head into the building, snapping up unsuspecting anthros who should have got to safety, if there was any to be had, as he crushed them in his maw.

They begged for their lives, but he squirmed his way into the building, his bulk forcing its way through several floors at once, a beast to be reckoned with. Though all Evolith craved was the rush of hot, sweet blood between his teeth and flesh crunching in his maw, the soft puncture of his teeth into that pop of muscle simply exquisite.

Yet there were not enough morsels to be hunted down within buildings to satisfy his hunger and Evolith hurled himself to the sky once more, flapping brutally, gaining height only to plunge down once more where a bundle of anthros were hiding in a what may have been a car park. He rampaged, smashing through the smaller buildings, claws ripping through flooring and basements, his jaws coming down around mouthful upon mouthful of creatures.

He snarled around his mouthfuls, working his jaw, chewing only to make them easier for him to swallow down, sometimes tipping his head back to assist in their swift slide down his gullet and not bothering at other times. It was not as if their fate would be any different either way.

The dragon hissed and charged, a massive side swipe of his head stunning many as he fed on them, which was perhaps to their benefit. They didn't have to face the genuine horror of having their lives ended in a dragon's maw.

For he was death, he was power. Above all else, he was hungry.

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His rampage was for his own benefit, the titanic dragon scrambling over buildings, seeking prey as he pleased. The gaping cavern of his maw was a tunnel into which no one would emerge from ever again, blood mixing with saliva, staining his teeth, the pavements painted crimson in his wake with crude, stomach-flipping splatters. Guts and entrails were left to waste, for the drake was not about to go back for such small morsels when he could continue the hunt.

"Mmmm... Prey..."

He growled savagely, eyes darker with blood lust, his stomach partially satisfied - but nowhere near as much as it needed to be. At his size, the dragon was more than capable of wrenching an entire building from the ground, though skyscrapers and the like would have proven a much larger challenge for him to raise in any kind of intact form.

Evolith sniffed deeply, blood clouding his senses as he fed on their aroma. There was a large gathering of them on the middle floor of a building, it looked like an apartment complex. Yet it was small enough for him to lift, closing his giant claws around it and hauling it from the ground, the foundations cracking and crumbling.

Dimly, the dragon was aware of their screams, though he didn't have to concern himself with that, no, not as he ripped a hole in the centre of the building and wedged it up against others, so it was at an angle. The screams rose in frequency as the anthros and humans spiralled and tumbled down, one after the other, sometimes in groups and clumps, disappearing into his maw as the dragon gulped them all down, whole.

Whether they survived the journey to his stomach, well, that was another matter entirely. He wouldn't feel them in there, squirming and fighting for the semblance of life while they were digested. Most likely, they would pass out more quickly from lack of oxygen.

He didn't care. As long as Evolith had his fill, the beast of the sky was satisfied with his takings.

The dragon tossed the building aside, seeking out sweeter treats, ripping into buildings with a swipe of his claws and a whip of his tail, snapping up all that fell from the wreckage. The crumbling of the city roiled around him and the dragon's heart pounded to be the one causing such strife and clamour, to be the monster he was, to see himself in his true nature, once and for all.

His claws ripped up the tarmac, the pavements, a statue crushed into rubble underfoot in a square and meeting place, somewhere that may have been a social area of the city, once upon a time. Evolith lunged after the fleeing horde where they'd been snarled up amongst cars and other stopped traffic, some still trying to get away when they really should have already known there was nowhere for them to go. If the dragon did not snuff out every life within the city inside his monstrous, deathly jaws, it would be a miracle.

The city would be flattened by the end of his reign, moving on to other pickings as and when it pleased him. The urban sprawl, to Evolith, was no more than a hunting ground.

He slammed through the crowds, kicking cars and buses out of his way, intent only on filling his maw. Again and again, he snapped up mouthfuls of lives, blood streaming between his teeth, mixing with saliva, though there was more than enough present in his maw already to wash them all down his throat.

It was where they belonged, after all, as prey. He cared not for the lives they had led, the times they had lived through. He didn't see any of that, hissing through his teeth as he took his time chomping on a particularly large mouthful, his red tongue flicking around his mouth to make sure that not a morsel was wasted.

His stomach settled a little but the dragon was not satisfied with merely sating his hunger, no. He had to be filled, to the point of gluttony. Despite his slimness, there was a lot of body, at his titanic size, to feed.

His tail slunk down an alley, curling around a crying cluster - lives and faces he did not even take in before he dropped them straight down his throat. His maw opened wide, tongue protruding slightly, ropes of saliva strung out between his teeth, the reek of death and meat exuded in heady, roiling waves.

Evolith rumbled a low, cruel chuckle as he fed, chomping and chewing, working his jaws back and forth, though his teeth were not designed for grinding. All he needed to do was to gulp them down whole, but there was something about crushing them in his maw, feeling every single life being culled, that appealed to him greatly. They could run as far as they wanted and it took the drake practically no effort at all to leap forward, catching up with them in a single bound and devouring with a snap of his mighty jaws.

The city was his playground. There, he could express himself freely. There, he could take all that was his due.

Such was the way of a dragon. Such was the might of a beast.

Evolith growled, licking his lips, cleaning the blood off his maw, though it would soon be painted again in dark, crimson droplets. Raising his head high, he bellowed out a roar, sirens wailing, emergency evacuations already underway. Like ever, they would not go far.

They would tell tales of his rampage, his destruction, but there was no city and no land that could stand up to him.

There never would be.