Spyro: Dark Companion Chapter 1
The searing through Spyro's limbs brought him to consciousness. Vertigo robbed his clarity, and his vision smeared across the stars. Gradually his sight sharpened, and his cognizance rose above the murk of pain and fatigue. He cast his sight down.
Stars glimmered beneath him. Up. Stars above him, brilliant pinpoints amongst the infinite ebon. He wrenched himself forward. He cried out as metal found purchase beneath the scales of his wrists and ankles.
Something floated cross from him. It moved, thrashed, its slick and svelte body the darkest blue, its chest, belly, and neck a blushed rose. His sight wandered up to her eyes: emerald orbs
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Spyro: Dark Companion Chapter 10
Spyro's throat dried. He always killed his prey before feeding. His prey didn't include ferals.
Goon said to Spyro, “Don't listen to him! 'Cause...you shouldn't eat anything red. I mean look at me: do I look appetizing to you?” He turned his head to Raziela. “And I'm pretty sure she'll give you food poisoning. Not to mention the quills...”
Stone barbs grew from the ferals' wrist bindings. They stifled their cries, their teeth clenched as blood curved down the thew of their forearms, briefly pooled upon their veins before it dripped down.
The Black Star addressed Spyro and Cynder. “In the heat of bloodlust