You smile as you see a maiden tied to the stake, not the most sexy of females, but you actually found out that it's a good sign that they don't chose a looker, most villiages who did that ended up breaking the virgin sacrifice clause. Traditon demands certain things, aesthetics can wait. You circle a few times and land in the town square, it's deserted but you sweep your tail and head around for show, rearing up you roar, and fein burning fire, then cough up a gout on a hay cart. setting it alight. You let your tongue slide from your lips as you look down the brown haired maden "Good morning my dear, Hope you enjoyed your last night on earth" You chuckle, she just screams. "Oh darling, you must understand, that this is a deal to save your town, mustn't disapoint" You grin and swish your tail, closing a few opened windows with amazing agility.
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