{DREAM} :: Two
The corridor down which the unseen dreamer walks is dark and arid, some of the cave wall even melting into molten lava pools that had formed beside the path. Several hisses and clicks can be heard from various dragonkin as the angles twist and turn. The farther he goes, the lighter it gets and the wider the path becomes. The dragonkin come into view now, stopping their conversation entirely to glare at the one entering their broodmother's lair. For a moment, it seems they will attack, but the one controlling this dream is not visible -- and so the dragonkin go back to their low mutterings in the draconic tongue.
"Ssshe killed another one today."
"Doesssn't matter. Better that way, even. That way ssshe doesssn't have to leave usss with the eggsss to go hunt."
"What'sss sssso bad about the eggssss?"
"If anything happensss to them--"
The conversation is cut off as the camera advances. There is a big open space now, where said large Broodmother lays amongst a clump of eggs and black whelplings. Beside them is the corpse of a large (though not nearly as large as her) black drake, a large gouge in its neck. Some of the whelps have already begun to feed off of it.
There is a sense in the dream now. Onyxia is the name of this wretched beast, and she appears to recognize that who has wandered into her lair. Her tail uncurls around the eggs (and there are a LOT of eggs to be seen), signaling a familial relationship.
Suddenly, she roars, sending the whelps scattering in all different directions. The unhatched eggs suddenly burst to life, more whelps wriggling their way out to face a sudden sea of intruders -- humans, elves, and many other races beating down the door of the broodmother. Several of the previous dragonkin already lay dead.
"Fools!" the Broodmother snarls, sweeping her great talons through the horde of warbringers. They shout commands to one another as they scatter, swarming the flanks of the great dragon to attack her. The whelps swarm around, attempting to make sense of what exactly is going on while trying to defend their food and their mother from certain death.
Death that eventually claims each dragon in the lair, including the great Onyxia.
[OOC: If you have a character that would be able to understand draconic, the hisses and clicks will translate into the italics. If not, hisses and clicks will be all you hear.]