A party of three slowly descended into the great divide. This party consisted of three burly and stout looking men, two with large full bearded faces, the third being clean shaven. One had a well constructed wooden guitar on his back. The others having simple bags seemingly filled with supplies.
It took what felt like three to four hours to get to the bottom of the extraordinarily big canyon. Once there, they started to search for a certain amnesiac whom had sailed into said canyon a week or so prior. While searching the area they found nothing of extreme importance. They found many power crystals none of which they dared absorb or take, having heard tales from other adventurers, explorers, and rescue teams. Those that had actually returned from the canyon alive were less than sane and much more than insane, perhaps even bat shit crazy.
They had heard other people not unlike themselves whom had returned from the canyon speak of rabbits,giant wolves, crazy and unimaginable powers and riches, but then again they also talked to themselves, flung feces, swatted at flys that weren't there, and one even strapped branches to his arms in an attempt to fly up to meet a supposed angel that had insulted him.
None the less they risked this job for the massive payday upon completion as well as the fame they would receive for returning from the canyon not mad. Though there are many stories about people returning even then around 2% of the people who went in came out.
Continuing on their search for the aforementioned former hero, they heard something rather large running right at them. Fearing it would be some kind of monster the men drew their weapons, those weapons being two swords and a guitar. The regular adventurers looked at guitar guy like he was an idiot. Though he was the leader of their group he tended to be an airhead.
Guitar guy looked like he didn't even notice his 'weapon' was a guitar instead of his trademark mace. The regular guys just shook their heads and prepared to face whatever oncoming threat they were about to face.
As the sound gradually grew louder a much larger than normal wolf emerged from the darkness running at full speed. Instead of the sluaghterfest they expected the wolf continued on running past them. They were confused. If it wasn't after them was something after it?
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They heard a loud ancient and powerful voice slowly moving towards them.
"Oooh fellow humans what are you doing here, perhaps you want food?" The voice revealed itself as a nearly twice the size of the wolf, jet black dragon that looked like it was to big for the canyon.
The three adventurers shook heavily in fear, they wouldn't have been able to kill the wolf much less a dragon. The only thing that could kill dragons were massive amounts of talented swordsmen, or a single swordsmen using the sword fighting style created by the last hero which was meant for dragon slaying, though it still took extreme skill to use properly.
"No I don't think you want food, perhaps you are the food." The dragon then smiled revealing several rows of sharp teeth. The dragon had four legs, all of which had yard long claws on them. It also had two pairs of wings pulled closely to its back, most likely to make travel in the canyon easier. As well as having a barbed tail swinging behind it as it walked it's tail was a thick as a large oak tree and it's legs were even thicker, though none were disproportionate to its massive muscled body.
The adventurers looked towards their leader, hoping he knew something. Guitar guy was on the verge of tears. Trembling hands held his guitar, which he kept holding knowing it was hopeless. He couldn't believe he had found a dragon, dragons were so rare he would never count one as a factor when he went on any mission. Though now he was wishing he had. They were also very territorial, but he didn't really care about that only thinking about how was he possibly supposed to get put of this alive.
He summons the last bit of his courage remaining and yelled,
"I'm not going to his here!" Before charging the giant imposing dragon before him.
"Does the human wish to retaliate, very well I shall give you one Chance." It said as it lowered it's head to the humans level.
Guitar guy didn't really pay attention to the black dragons words, only continuing his reckless charge.
When he finally reached the dragon he stopped briefly before breaking his guitar on its scarred face. Hitting it directly on the scar that ran across its eye. The dragon then lifted it head back up before saying
"Well that was pitiful I thought you would make some kind of quip given your unique choice of weapon. Something along the lines of EL KABONG!" [If you don't get this reference google it or something]
The dragon then proceeded to eat all three people before going back on his way. A small rabbit of the same color following behind rather lazily. The rabbit wondered how much longer the former hero could stay as a dragon having already been three days.
From the rabbits memory he should be able to change back at any time, maybe he just didn't want to. Once you absorb enough crystals you should be able to shift in and out predator form at will as much as you liked and whenever you liked. The rabbit dismissed this line of thought before catching up to the former dragon slayer and current dragon.