Ubume

Ubume

The imperial makes a show of herself as she swoops about the bright-eyed hatchlings. Her war story is reaching its peak and she can tell the young before her are hanging on every word. She can even spot some of the older dragons in the group thoroughly entertained as well.

This was the most alive she had felt since her days of battle long ago. The expressions of her audience as they were on the edge of their makeshift seats. The way they followed her every dramatic gesture. This most emotion she shows is during this glorious time.

Suddenly, as shes about to exclaim the fate of the story's hero, a pain at her side sends her to the ground. Her audience looks upon her with worry as her mate, Oni, rushes to her side help her up.

"Sorry everyone...that story is over for tonight." He says, much to the dismay of the interested crowd.

"I'm fine, dear. Just give me a minute.." She says, even as she groans in pain at trying to move too suddenly.

"Let us get to bed. You need your rest." Oni says softly. He had become more worried as her old wounds had started giving her more trouble. The healers of their clan were unable to find anything wrong but every day she had been growing worse.