Back with Dalgarrus had claws instead of paws, wings and flame and people. There was a time he was young, a time when people he trusted betrayed that. A time when he was left behind for some.... greater thing.
Dalgarrus stared at the wolf screaming in rage and pain and everything else, and the once dragon could only feel pitty. No one deserved that and with a sad look he watched other attack the chains.
A soft sigh leaves him, before soon Dalgarrus himself rushes forward and clamps his own jaws onto the chains.
All for another chance.


