After a days work of training and conditioning, a moment to yourself has finally come along. Spreading your wings in a glorious display of your magnificent wingspan and strength, you let the afternoon wind begin to lift you as you prepare to dive from the cliffs that you call home. You hover for a bit, almost appearing as though frozen in time before plummeting downwards at unmeasurable speeds. Tears are torn from your reptilian eyes at your descent, streamlined and aerodynamic with your wings tucked in at your sides.
Pulling up and straightening out just before reaching the ground, you propel forward -- a blur of trees and fields flying by beneath you. All should be at peace right now - no worldly being, besides a dragon of course, could match your swift movements across the open expanse of land and sky. You sense another dragon behind you though, closing in on you despite the speeds you have just reached.
Your heart begins to pound. Krixos has been known to send agents out to overlook the kingdom of Karn - and although you've never seen one personally, you know that a run-in would mean more than just a friendly chat. Krixos wants information and its well-known that he will use brute force to get it.
You consider your options briefly. Glancing behind you would mean losing a significant amount of speed, but not looking would mean relying only on your dragon-sense to clue you in on what's on your tail. You choose to keep your head down and power through, using every muscle under your scales to fight against the wind.
"JASPERINE!" growls a deep and thundering voice behind you.
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