Clouds whipped accross the full moon. The little country home lay sleeping. An eye stared down onto the home from it's perch on the bridge. In his mind he pictured the attack. Flames burning in the cold night. Screams of his foes as they burned to their death. He came out of his throughts, his eyes scanning the area once more. He shifted his weight and the two sets of black wings carried him up. The Black Dragon wanted revenge. This was done on a spurr of the moment kind of thing. i think im going to use it in the sequal to my story. (no longer on fictionpress.net)It was done with a pencil and a black colored pencil for the darker areas. sorry my scanner kinda warps it.