"H-hey Snap. How ya doing?" She hugged her arms and took a deep breath.
No matter how far she’d dropped him from her life, he always seemed to make her feel…
It didn’t matter. She was here for business and the memories of abuse were enough to bring her back on track.
"Cat dragged in nothin’. ‘Cept maybe ya breath." She tried so hard to sound confident, "I’s need ta know if you’s seen anybody poachin’. Some maren’s…. I’ve been finding my dead minions all over."
The lack of confidence smelled ever so sweet to the dragon, and he grinned at every twitch out of place. He still have dominance over her; and that is how he wanted it to stay. Even her degrading remark was cherished as a little kick; it was no fun if they didn’t fight back.
However, he frowned. “Minions being poached? Now that’s something that hasn’t happened in a long, long time…” He landed his giant head on the ground, and curled up his tail around his head. eyes closed. “I’ve been far, far too busy trying to meet my quota of ideya to even notice my own minions.” He grumbled. “You’re better off asking someone who has a lot more leisurely time than I do. Or, even better,” He grinned. “The first levels are the generals, right? They should know something.”
Her breath held for a moment. Nervousness and dread deepened by the darkness of her once beloved's lair. Seizing her wits, Chamelan called out, "Snap? You home? I need ta talk!"
The grand dragon was indeed in his lair; he was resting upon the floor, grumbling and muttering to himself when he heard a voice disturbing his slumber. Who in the name of Wizeman could that be? Groaning, he sighed and flew up and shook his head. It was only a moment before he spotted Chamelan— Oh, that dear hadn’t been near his lair in so long— He smirked and flew in to greet her.
"Well well well… Look what the cat dragged in. What do you desire, Chamelan? I was busy regaining my strength to make my next rounds."
Have you ever had a dentist look at those teeth? Dang they're as crooked as your career!
"Crooked teeth are the best kind of teeth for grinding visitor bones."
Cerberus is scarier that you.
Even Gillwing agrees with you; not even he was stupid enough to challenge that mad old dog.
Still, that doesn’t mean Gillwing wasn’t scary. He was just more tolerable than Cerberus.
Why did you steal Christmas stars?
"Because Christmas is a symbol of joy and hope. I was stealing those parts away to invoke nightmares."
Sooooooo do you do anything not gory?
Gillwing bites your head off. Does this answer your question? No? He doesn’t care.
What made you fall for Chamelan before?
Gillwing huffs. Technically, he didn’t fall for her; she fell for him, which made it easier to control her. However, he wasn’t so stupid as to say that, even to a visitor he was planning to have as a snack.
"… She was the only other nightmaren that did not run in fear of me at the time. She desired my protection and made me feel… Of use."
And not a word he said was true.
The dragon grinned widely, showing that his teeth were smeared with blood. “Red.”
What do you do on April Fool's day?
"… Nothing." The dragon grumbled. "April Fools Day is a holiday better suited for other nightmarens to deal with. In fact, I take the day off."
What the dragon isn’t telling you is that he actually spends the entire day protecting his lair and minions because it’s been a common practice for others to enter and pull vicious pranks on them.
Why do you seem to celebrate Christmas?
"Traumatizing the children on Christmas makes it easier to take their ideya next year."