DEADRAGON

HC SVNT DRACONES

your vain pride wanes as you stand over the broken bodies of those dragons you so vehemently hunted, as their scales dull and rot and as their bones turn to dust, as your blade and shield rust from the blood and nothing remains of your flag but a tattered cloth fluttering weakly like a wounded bird, and you shall begin to question whether the slain or the slayer is the monster

this is my fabricated felicity