Nap Time

The base of the volcano was the perfect place to find the most recent object of his desires; dragon glass, a smooth black stone that could be shaped into knifes to make wickedly sharp edges that could cut through flesh with ease. He walked through the caves, tail waving as he looked as his warped reflection in the smooth black surface. Beautiful as ever, he grinned to himself before selecting an edge and biting it clear with the use of his metal fangs. With a soft hum he began to nap the stone with a stray flint, working it into a sharp edge.

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