Prometheus (4).
Within the shade of a few rocks, an odd dark shadow filted through...
To the side of the rocks, a group of three {Lythoran Wyrms} stood, scanning the surrounding rocks with keen eyes. Their snouts were raised towards the skies, then back to the dirt as though they were searching hard for a very delicious prey that had somehow slipped out of their net.
'These guys don't quit, do they...' Cain could only let out a sigh of exasperation as he clutched onto his sides that were still bleeding profusely. Applying pressure to the wound, his mind drifted down memory lane as he recalled the incident that had driven him into hiding within the rocks of this mountain range without having the guts to retaliate against the {Lythoran Wyrms} that pursued him.
Just as he was about to enter the mountains, he was attacked by a slightly bigger {Lythoran Wyrm}. In his bid to escape, he had just attacked the creature casually. And that had cost him dearly...