A Grim Form of Glory - Chapter 1 - Grim
Grim. Some say he is the grim reaper, others say he is the devil. A dark figure in the night. Some say he is the last of his kind, others say he is just a glimpse of what is to come. He haunts nightmares. He stalks you while you walk alone. He hunts for his next victim. So they say.
Grim walked. One pale paw after the other. His cloak swirled, conjuring the fog. The grey blade on his tail glittered in what little moonlight could drift through the mist white. There was not a cloud in the sky. They had all come down to meet the earth. Grim slowed to a halt, his red eyes fixed on the cloud ahead of him. Out of the fog came a snarling set of jaws. Grim growled, settling into an offensive position. The dog stopped in its tracks, the German Shepard obviously thinking better then to go after the creature before it. Grim's head came up to around six feet. Any dog would shy away from him. The dog's owner stepped into view, only to stop short after seeing the dragon. Grim spoke to them, sending