Zecon sit’s on a freshly cut stump and awaits the start of the battle. Her soul stealing syth at her side, she looks to the sunset as night approaches. Her thoughts are calm as the first stirrings of evil begin to lift from the ground at her paws. Slowly standing she holds out her claws and summons her syth to her. Like an obedient pet, it flies into her awaiting grip and glows brightly as the last of the sun’s light retreats from the sky. Evil beings rise from the ground with the upcoming dark and groan at the sight of the avenging dragon. Her eyes glow with an unholy light as her markings spark with power. It was time to clean house.

(Art by me. Wanted to do something for myself for a while. This is a bit rushed but I think I did okay. Enjoyed this very much and hope to do this again. Weee!)