[Black Dragon]

Snek did not sleep soundly that night. A horrible nightmare visited him in which he was back in the Barracks, being forced to shoot innocents. He had many dreams like this one, and typically he would awaken drenched in a cold sweat with screams still ringing in his ears.
True, he did awaken this time, not from the screams of his victims as he put holes in their hearts but from the sound of rustling very near to where he was. Silently and painfully slow, he moved his hand and tightly gripped the butt of his gun that had been resting beside him. He cautiously drew it close to him and then bent on one knee, carefully inching his way towards the branches of the willow.
With one swift movement, he had stood up, brushed the leaves of the ancient tree aside and aimed his gun at the first thing he saw: a peculiar creature that had skin of ebon.
"A'right, yer, what're ya doin' and more importantly, what're ya doin'?!" Snek hissed, one eye closed as he practiced his art of dead-aim.