ORIGIN

The dragon screeched in furious frustration as the sound came again. He tore free a single, small quartz, and then leapt back from the tower, catching himself midair with powerful beats of his wings. The voice was not threatening, and now he was more angry than afraid, though one was certainly born of the other.

An inhale, and his jaws opened, a torrent of flame roaring forth to engulf the side of the tower. He turned even mid-breath, the flames searing the air and rushing down toward Mystro, though not nearly low enough even to singe him; the dragon didn't seem to be aiming so much as simply turning to fly back the way he'd come, which happened to be over the fox's head.

A moment later Dread simply flew into the distance, his angered, shrieking roars echoing behind him--and the single quartz stone clutched in his talons.