HellFire

Hunger stirred in her belly. This wasn't ordinary hunger for food, this was a hunger for blood. Her vision had gone red with the bloodlust as she prowled her lands for another victim.
Dragons and creatures alike whisper her name and call her crazy. They call her insane. They call her mad. They call her bloodthirsty. They call her HellFire. They say her hunger and thirst for blood burns like the hell-born flames. They, of course, never told this to her face, for if she saw their face it would be when the life was leaving their eyes. With each step she, HellFire as she named herself, could smell blood and bones come closer. Crouching low to the ground to begin her hunt, she rush off towards her prey.

You are chasing after a shadow Sprite in a shadowy wood, the little creature screaming hilariously whilst you are laughing and poking fun at the poor little thing. You weren't the nicest dragon out there. Your spare time happened to be chasing sprites such as this one and eating all the food from to storage while no one's watching. Then you would smile innocently as say, "hey, I was hungry!", and then they'd shake their heads and face palm.
Ah, what a wonderful life you had. You weren't afraid of being yourself, even if yourself was a bit on the meaner side.
Well, nearby, something even meaner and MUCH nastier was watching you with baited breath. Their eyes gazed at you with a hungry glare, their gemstone-like scales glittering within the shadows they resided. The wildclaw was watching you chase that shadow Sprite, and although it was amused by your childish behavior, it had another thing in mind.
Meanwhile, you had caught the shadow Sprite and pretended you were about to eat it, only letting it go at the last second. You were rolling on the grass, laughing your pathetic maw off as the Sprite puffed its cheeks, it's face flushing red and soldiers quite squared. You found the expression in the Sprite priceless, and laughed even more. Finally, the Sprite walked over to you, kicked you in the side, and yelled some things in a language you didn't understand in a high pitched voice, probably ranting or cursing, as it stomped off.
You continued to laugh at the sprites reaction, not noticing the hungry wildclaw stalking you from the shadows. The wildclaw licked its chops, ready to pounce when needed. They could tell. You were easy prey. Weak, and only doing those types of things to make yourself feel better. Ah, yes. You deserved to die, didn't you?
The wildclaw spotted the shadow Sprite stomping off by it, and growled at it. The shadow Sprite, among seeing the wildclaw, screeched in a dragon like fashion as it used its wings to take off as quickly as possible with no hesitation whatsoever.
The wildclaw chuckled, eyeing you once more. By now, you had stopped laughing, and were about to fly back to your clan. The wildclaw then discovered this was a good chance to toy with you.
When you were about to spread your wings, a red blur flew by you, the thing that made the blur unseeable to the naked eye.
What was that? You looked around in confusion, unable to think of something that could be so fast. Especially one that was... Red. And it had appeared to be as big as a dragon. What dragon could go so freaking fast? You at first thought of a spiral, but spirals constantly stayed within the air... They were never in the ground. The other dragon that could be fast was a wild...
Just as you were about to think it, you heard a screech come from behind you.
A wildclaw screech.
You gasped and turned around to face your confronter, but when you did, nothing was there.
You started to hyperventilate. Either you were hallucinating, or something... Or someone... Was toying with you, and you hated it. You then wondered if it could be the shadow Sprite doing this as some sort of revenge story.
You were very wrong.
That shadow Sprite by now had gone back to the shadow territory, probably never to walk those woods again.
No. It was that wildclaw that was now on your back, tearing into your scales with ease and ripping out all of your inners. It struck at the least unexpected moment while you were thinking. You thought too much... That was your big weakness in this situation.
After tearing out all your inners and having itself a fine meal, it ran to some nearby bushes, pulling out a bag filled with... Cotton. The wildclaw smiled childishly, using the cotton to fill in your skin. The cotton slowly began to give you more and more shape, before you became the shape you once were before having your organs ruthlessly torn out.
She took out a needle she had placed into a satchel she carried, and began carefully sewing the cut she had made to get to your inner organs. She did it swiftly and intricately, making sure there were no holes she had accidentally left out, then spitting some sort of black gunk on you, which your scales absorbed until there was no trace of it left.
Smiling, she whispered into your ear, "now you will be a good boy, little doll..." You nodded, your eyes completely lifeless and dead. You were now this wildclaws plaything... Forever and ever, happily ever after.
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