Gorgon

The small monochrome dragon flickered her tongue out, much like the cobras that surrounded the clan on a daily basis. Her toes flexed once again, her sharp talons digging into the soft ground, churning it up and creating more furrows in the dirt.
Gorgon blinked her bright red eyes as she looked down to her paws. Resting just a little bit out of her reach was a fresh grave. Her claws clicked against each other as she flexed them again, pieces of dirt and mud flaking off and displaying the proof of her hard work. The coatl bowed her head once more in respect to what was left of the four hatchlings that rested beneath the ground.
“Thank you, for your sacrifice.” Gorgon spoke earnestly to the dead hatchlings.
For the next few minutes, Gorgon did her habitual burial rites. She said her prayers and shared what few memories she had of the small dragons. Like all the times before, Gorgon was alone for this funeral.
Or she was alone at first. A few minutes into her silent vigil, a small black fae flew by and perched himself on top of her head, resting just between the two rows of feathers that ran along the back of her own neck.
A deep monotone voice breezed lightly by her ear. “Do you feel pity for them?”
“Of course not, Warlock.” Gorgon answered back just as easily. Gorgon, despite being a coatl, still retained some of her language skills from when she use to be a guardian and she was capable of speaking normally even though it was difficult with her new tongue. “The Deities decided these hatchlings would die. They just chose to use you and your disgusting ways to accomplish it. Pain, suffering, bad luck and death are all part of the ways of life. Dragons need to die for more dragons to be born.”
“Is that why you help me with my experiments?” Warlock asked quietly.
“I don’t help you with your experiments.” Gorgon viciously snapped out. “If the Deities are using you to accomplish a goal then it would be against their wishes to expose you to Harley. As a priestess, I must obey their will even if I don’t understand it. I will simply make sure that their wishes are seen through and the spirits don’t linger in the clan to cause havoc.”
There was a long drawn out silence as Warlock considered her words. “You know, I sometimes wonder who is more mad. You or me.”