The wind blew through his long black hair as he sliced through the wind on the back of his faithful dragon. The pitch black night was eerie. Landing gently on the ground like a feather. The dragon’s scales gleamed from the moon as it shined down from the stars. He swiftly took his axe from its sheath and ferociously began to chop down a tree which was very small. After about 20 minuets of whacking the tree it fell with a loud thump. Turning around the demon asked the dragon to cut the tree trunk into logs. The dragon then walked over to the fallen fur tree and began slicing it into bits. Saeborn then spread his black wings and lifted off with great gusts of wind moving the blades of grass. The chilling air of the night brushed through on his face making him slow down to avoid catching a sickness. Finally he found a small pond with a bunch of rocks surrounding the water. He took the rocks and headed back to his camp. When he returned to the camp he saw his dragon sleeping next to a large pile of lumber. The demon chuckled as he took the rocks and made a fire ring. Gently placing the logs in the fire pit he lit the logs and went to sleep next to the warm fire. Saeborn woke to the warming sun covering his body with a blanket of warmth. Getting to his feet the demon looked for his faithful friend to see that she was gone. After about 30 minuets the shadow of a dragon appeared on the ground. Seconds after the dragon landed next to the burned out fire. Then he walked up to the massive dragon and said to her “Good Morning Kira”. Looking at his feet he saw a shadow standing rite behind him. He looked back to see a familiar face.
The dark shadows of the night skimmed past Valerik. The pair, Valerik and Akor, flew across the sky, over the Squaldor grasslands. Several trees occasionally reached skyward, adding elevation to the flat grasslands. The jade sea tilted back and forth underneath Valerik. The vampire gazed up, looking at the position of the moon. He sighed, glad to see that it was only midnight. The rush to find a proper location to rest was started, the race between undead and sun. He yanked on the cloth that covered one of the empty pits that used to be an eye.
The vampire had literally fought the sun. The guardian of the Sun, Sartana was responsible for his missing appenditure. Luckily, Valerik's vision wasn't hampered to a great extent, and was able to wear the make shift eye patch as a cover for the wound. It was a very sensitive area of his body, and if touched caused him a great deal of pain. But not as nearly excruciating as the pain he endured when he lost the eye. The vampire merely shuddered, remembering the full extent of the pain that he endured. It was only for a few seconds, yet they felt like a century of torture.
The vampire was unable to spot any section of trees that had a thick enough canopy to guard him from the sun. Often, Valerik was able to use the canopy of trees as a cover to the harsh rays of daylight. He hadn't fed for several days, making his exposure to the sun almost fatal. The vampire and dragon flew onward, their eyes fixed upon the ground. After what seemed like an eternity of flying, Valerik at last came upon the area he was looking for. The dragon landed just outside the thicket, Valerik dismounting. Already, the sun was peeking over the horizon. The familiar feeling of burning flesh pierced Valerik. He rushed under cover of the canopy, getting relief from the starting pain.
The vampire wandered around the thicket, trying to find the most safest place to rest. Akor followed, snaking his way around the trees. Valerik made certain to notice patches of sunlight, guiding himself around them carefully. Through the brush and trees, Valerik was at last able to make out a safe place to rest. The area was enshrouded in darkness, except for only a faint glow. The vampire peered, using his one eye to investigate the area. The glow, it wasn't that of sunlight, but...Fire! Inhabitants, food was waiting in that area.
Valerik ignored the patches of sunlight spread haphazardly around the area, charging through the thick underbrush. He stopped when he reached the dying fire, frozen by the sight of a dragon. A familiar dragon. The dragon was adamintine, slightly smaller than Akor. His own dragon at last caught up to the vampire, inhibited by trees, slowing the mighty beast down. Valerik's eye drifted down to the figure directly in front of him. Mighty demon wings lay on the back of the humanoid. It was a familiar face. "Saeborn!" said the vampire happily. 'Control yourself,' thought the vampire, 'This companion is worth starvation,' he admitted to himself. "Why hello!" he exclaimed, pulling his eye patch down his eye slightly.
The demon turned around in a swift manor, Pulling his dagger out of his pocket just in case. The man had a large dragon following him with large shiny black corroded scales. Kira quickly turned her body around knocking Saeborn to the ground with a mighty blow from her tail. She looked at the dragon but did not growl. Standing back to his feet the demon looked into the mans eye. The other eye was covered by a cloth which was supposed to be a make shift eye patch.
Kira realizing her actions reached her long neck down and bit the shirt covering his shoulder. Her large ruby looking teeth sunk into the black material and she lifted him to his feet. Once again she returned her gaze to the black dragon going closer and closer to him with her large feet making prints in the green earth. Saeborn stood there trying to figure out why this man was familiar. Finally he realized that it was his friend Valerik.
The demon returned the knife to his pocket as not to alert his friend. He walked closer and closer to the vampire and saw scars on his face where the make shift eye patch was not covering. The scars looked like trenches going down and around his eye patch. Wondering what had happened to the vampire the demon said to him in a shocked tone of voice "What in the name of Lothlomendil happened to your eye!". Waiting for a response he took his belt that was holding all of his weapons and set them down near the stump of an old rotting oak tree.
Saeborn heard a loud shriek close by. Turning around he saw a group of chickens shrieking in fear of the two large dragons towering over them. The demon quietly walked back over to the rotting tree and with drew his axe from it's seathe. Hiding behind his massive dragon Seborn held his axe out as if about to attack and ran out from behind her and swung chopping off one of the chickens heads with a mighty blow. Blood and feathers decorated the green grass.