Upon an island thick with fog
Myrth and festivities rended the peace of night.
The Burning Heart and Steps of Fate found a dragon as sated as a hog
Upon mortal flesh wherein the rest were made to dance in its sight.
A god present, Dionysus left the Garou and mortals to their own devices
Mortals free, fled the scene with blood on hands and with cries of fear.
A wild beast, no mind within, the Dragon was to be slain for this crisis,
Alone it would eat all there, and continue far and near.
Dromos and Cold Snap took to the head with tooth and claw,
Valiant Restraint took its attention and drew its ire.
Akantha, Dauntless Song, Patient Mother and myself with distance did blood draw,
The Dragon spewed poison and thrashed yet breathed no fire.
With Polyphanes’s call to the underworld,
Our battle raged, the Dragon’s claws would not be undersold.
Unable to break the ahrouns’ grasp on its head
The Dragon, despite all its fury, ended up dead.
Sung by Aristeides 'Mooncaller'
Silverfang Lupus
Athro Galliard
431 BCE