The plains - "native" a five minute freewrite"

He crept through the woods and just few metres up ahead there was a huge stallion. The biggest Korrin had ever seen, the beast as black as night had seven legs, a scary figure which definitely wasn't from here. Only one person in the whole of Camelot owned such mighty beast "Victorinus" the witch Hunter and he would never be out here in the woods. Something was definitely amiss, the beast was missing it's rider...who could he be. Korrin, hands on his sheath crept against a rock trying to stay out of sight.

Suddenly he felt a cold blade rest against his jaw, he groaned a little, raised his hands up and stood up quietly. He turned around slowly to see whoever had successfully rendered his knightly sense useless. He didn't hear anything behind him the whole time. The stranger, six foot tall at most, his eyes grey as mist. Korrin could notice three huge claw marks across his face, one barely missing his left eye. He held a double handed sword in one hand and all this while he hadn't blinked nor said a word. His face as serious as stone as he kept staring at Korrin, his sword still against his jugulars.

Korrin noticed a silver pendant around his neck, he wore a long black robe and carried a silver blade clearly the work of a fine blacksmith. He wasn't a NATIVE of Camelot and korrin knew almost immediately. There was an insignia on his sword and looking more closely, it was a dragon. Why? He was definitely a dragon Slayer, Korrin thought to himself. Only few of them still existed and Camelot had none. There was only one that came to mind "Cuin lach' feragh" the Brigante.

Cuin finally spoke, pressing his blade against Korrin's jugular from which blood trickled. He said in a gentle voice yet it crackled like thunder... "WHO ARE YOU"

_{[to be continued]}