ZazaSoup's Clan

White freckled stars coat the cold sky outside that peers in through the windows. Blood and guilt drips down the walls of the spaceship, leaving a red aura around outcasted eyes. An aberration walks with dreams buried in their shoes, an axe attached to their body, and a job to complete. Alarms ring in the ears of the dragons who wander the aircraft, they all meet in the cafeteria. Sniffles and sobbing can be heard through the blaring sirens, and a body has been discovered.

"Which," The dragon swallows back her tears. "Which one of you monsters.."

"Don't go pointing fingers now. This seems to be of natural causes." A dragon who claims to be a studying doctor replies.

"Natural causes? Don't you dare tell me this is ligma again."

Questions begin to flood the air and drown the crew as they argue over the mysterious 'ligma' disease that appears to be more of a curse. Another body is added to the pile of victims of this growing disease, and those who fear they are infected sit in quarantine at the back of the ship.

The room goes quiet and a small chuckle can be heard. An aberration has a smirk painted by the devil on one of their faces, the other is yawning and rolling its eyes. "Do you really believe that this is a disease?" He stands up and flashes a knife at the dragons. "Are you ready to learn what ligma is?"