The sun warmed his wings as the wind pushed him through the shadows in the ravine. The day would have been peaceful but for the deception that peace was. The cresent moon was little more than a mocking smile, the sentient cliffs witnesses to his misery and the breeze in the trees but a mocking laughter at his plight. Gone, all of them, and him, left to this cruel life as the last. He remembered these cliffs from his youth, the youngsters on new found wings darin each other to glide the cliffs lengths. How bold they had all seemed then. But that didn't matter, nothing matters when all you have is gone. All the dragons, the elders, his friends, his mate, lost forever. He carried the burden of these empty memories. This land had forgotten the dragons. The prey beasts treated him as little more then a far off bird, sometimes sniffing in his direction. He could not command the respect he once did. The ruins of his race more tormented then sheltered him and even the friendly fish no longer leapt to the surface when his white scales reflected off their waters.
So quick did the world forget. He was a ghost in this world. He considered once more retreating into madness, that had seemed a releif before, but he could not stand the thought of those ghostly visions of his kind coming back to haunt him. Strange, he thought, how i fear those spectres when i miss them so much. Heck he even missed Trissol, the cynical old red. Well, none of that mattered anymore, only this flight. Now why does this flight matter? He pondered. He didn't know where he went or why, just that he should fly. So on he went, tormented by the memories of a proud race, tha dragons.
So quick did the world forget. He was a ghost in this world. He considered once more retreating into madness, that had seemed a releif before, but he could not stand the thought of those ghostly visions of his kind coming back to haunt him. Strange, he thought, how i fear those spectres when i miss them so much. Heck he even missed Trissol, the cynical old red. Well, none of that mattered anymore, only this flight. Now why does this flight matter? He pondered. He didn't know where he went or why, just that he should fly. So on he went, tormented by the memories of a proud race, tha dragons.
well, i needed some landscape practice XD obviously i still do, those trees o__________O. The dragon didnt turn out very well but meh, im glad i put him in, i made up the story as i went along and so the picture needed a dragon XD hope you like ^^
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