Apsalara

Hired by Tai to track down and kill the Green Wildclaw, Apsalara had to be incredibly cautious. Being out at night was not always the safest, especially if there were three murderous Wildclaws roaming the land.

The night was quiet, and her hide blended in almost perfectly with the stars. As she walked, she observed her surroundings. Apsalara was surrounded by beautiful fireflies, but there was one that looked quite odd. A green one near the ground, swaying from side to side. She leaned over to take a closer look. It was the Green Wildclaw himself, simply pacing, looking at her. Then, Apsalara felt a cold breeze. She shuddered and closed her eyes, but when she opened them, the Green Wildclaw was gone.. She lifted her head and came face to face with him. His wings flapped quickly but silently. They locked eyes, and he smiled. Apsalara could see his jagged teeth, and his breath smelled like a week-old carcass.

I assume you're here to kill me?

"I... I am," Apsalara whispered, the smell of his breath made her uneasy.

Alright. Come catch me then.

"Catch you?"

Before she could say anything else, the Green Wildclaw flew off. For such a small, scrawny dragon, he moved quickly and was quite agile. Apsalara chased him. Soon, the two had entered a cold and unforgiving range of mountains. She couldn't see him anymore. Then, she heard a clack. And another. The clacking noise sped up, followed by a whoosh. Apsalara stopped and looked around. Then, she saw it: The horn of a Banescale flying at her. Before she could react, it hit her, slicing through her neck. Apsalara fell, blood pouring out of the wound. The Green Wildclaw landed in front of her, the eerie smile still on his face.

Oh, well. I guess you couldn't catch me...