"Hell, I'm the black scorpion of the desert."
The black scorpion stood at the entrance of the cave, staring at the burning red sun in the sky with a somber face. His mandibles rubbed on each other, and he used his stinger to scratch his back.
All around it stood several dead monsters. Large black beetles, drakes, large lizards, spiders, and even a long serpent that was almost a hundred meters long. The scorpion sighed, cleaning his claws from the blood in the sand.
For the first time in decades, he had eaten a full meal, and more importantly, drank enough water to almost throw up.
He looked back at the cave entrance. The woman didn't wake up yet, but the man sitting by the fire was still there, unmoving. The scorpion had to be honest with himself; he saw the two fighting from afar and didn't expect that he would remain alive now that he stumbled on them.
The large man had even offered him food and water. But he knew that was no man, but a horrifying, massive black dragon.
