Survival For The Fittest

Arad pushed the red dragon back, biting his neck. Blood flew out of the wound directly to Arad's mouth.

The red dragon kicked Arad's chest, jumping back with a roar. His eyes darted around. It isn't strange for dragons to eat each other, but it is strange to seek blood alone.

"You bastard," The red dragon growled, "You're cursed, a vampire dragon." Fire started crackling on his scales, "Is that why your scales turned black? An adaptation to endure the sun?"

The flames started burning in his throat, "And those purple eyes. You

You're a purple dragon."

The red dragon opened his jaw, a fire breath about to burst forth. Arad charged forward, forcing the dragon's maw closed to block the breath.

"I said, no fire in my land." With one claw, he smacked his head to the ground. Enraged, Arad kept smacking the dragon's head on the ground, each time recasting his blood magic.