I really saw a dragon

Kione had arrived back home with his new claws wrapped about his feet but more important was what he carried in his mouth.  Kione’s head was held up higher than normal, teeth clapped tight around the head of a Komodo dragon.  It had been sitting around for several hours and so there wasn’t much of a mess left to be made with it.

Kione would make his way to the spot Scylla kept her collection before letting out his closest version to a howl he had.  It was a high pitched thing more akin to a bunch of birds calling out than a wolf's howl, but the odd-sounding call conveyed the message of having brought the girl a present.  Glancing to the head he propped it up so the neck was on the ground, the wall of the building bracing it so that the dragon’s head stared in the direction he imagined she’d arrive from.


"Kione"