Hvitraak leafed through the pages of a dusty old tome, one chronicling the destruction of a primeval kingdom of man by the actions of a great beast lost to the ages.
Odd, how they label me lost, as if I'd simply vanished afterward, never to be seen again. He frowned to himself, thinking back to that time. His memory was not the best when it came to specific details, but after demolishing his first keep, it had etched the moment into his mind forever.
Black smoke billowed into the clouds high above, the heat of liquid flame baking the earth into char and dust. Stone, bone, flesh, and mud, all indistinguishable from one another as the scent of flame choked the air, and desperate, pleading screams isolated on the razed plain where once a town had lay. He loved it, the feeling of power, the utter helplessness of the bipeds. His little playthings...
Hvit snapped back into reality, prompted by the whisperings of a foul tongue, one he had not heard in some time. At least not in public. Silently laying down his open book, he padded towards the sound, and sniffed at the air. A scent, reminiscent of tall grasses, dogs, and... Demons. Hvit licked his teeth, something that he did when he was excited. His black tongue darted out between his lips, the aroma of his prey pungent to his now concentrated senses.
Hugging the corner of a bookcase, he centred his eyes on where his nose told him the Demon would be, and looked down. The second floor balconied down over the first, and sitting at a table smack centre in the middle of the library, was a creamy brown fox man with a nose ring. He seemed enthralled by whatever the pages below him had written in their scrawled hand, not even glancing upward at the dragon. Even in his much smaller humanoid form, Hvit was hard to miss, and so this not only surprised him, but disappointed him. He'd expected some game from the little fox-man.
Perhaps he could yet still play with the Yugoloth. Stepping backward into the shadows, he let his true draconic voice ring through the high ceilinged library. It caught on the building's curves and reverberated through her hallways, rattling the window panes within several metres. Coming from all places yet traceable to none, it spoke, "Hail, little fox. Is it wise to show thineself in thee's truest shape, especially in this infernal city of all places?"