Story for the wounded dragon...
Username: .fansquirrel
Name: MysticMoon
Story: (There aren't any paragraphs, I know its lazy, but well I didn't realize I had left them out until I finished.) MysticMoon was flying high above the tall, dark pine trees one misty, cloudy, starry summers night. Far away, he heard the awful crackling sound of a fire. Within the fire, he heard the innocent yowls & squeals of forest animals. After urgently flying towards the musty, burnt, smoky scent, he saw sharp tawny flames lick the sky, sending off billowing rushes of smoke toward MysticMoon. After he reached the site of the fire, his vision was clouded by smoke, he cloud only hear the wailing of bears and cats and squirrels and deer as they watched their forest homes being destroyed. After his eyes adjusted to the smoky conditions, he saw a small fawn lying helplessly in a nest of moss, its eyes not yet opened, making a pitiful wailing sound as it tried to stand up and bound over to its mother. in Shock and horror, MysticMoon tried to glide over to the fawn, but before he could reach it, he felt a sharp, panging, burning sensation, and realized a flame had caught his front leg, he let out a distressed wail and watched as the fire lapped him up. His leg was gone, and he saw the huge fire merge into a huge, fiery lion. The forest animals, including the fawn, bounded off with a new strength, leaving him to fight the lion. the lion let out a huge, bellowing, roaring, yowl. A battle cry, the young dragon could never get out of this fight alive, for he had just reached his pre-buck stage. Even so, this did not matter to the towering, great, strong, terrifying lion, and its hot, red tongue of fire lapped out at him as he opened his burning jaws to snap at MysticMoon intimidatingly. Before MysticMoon could fly away, back down or even beat his wings into the air, The lion pinned him down under his great, fiery, scorching claws. The last thing MysticMoon saw was the gigantic fire lions glimmering, fiery fangs slashing at him, and then, everything went black. After he woke again, he saw a black clearing around him, all the trees flattened, and black with soot. The lion was long gone, and he didn't know how long he had been blacked out. Then e felt himself drifting off once again, and spread his wings beside him. It was over. When MysticMoon woke up agin, he found himself staring up at a ceiling of high growing ferns, walls of log. He smelled the sweet scent of many herbs, and saw the Herbal Dragon crouched over him, her bright green eyes staring down at him in worry. her silver scales rippled when she noticed him awake, "Oh my..." [translated from dragøn language] "Wha- Where... What happen...ed?" MysticMoon wailed, he felt refreshed and awake, he sat up, but his body stung when he did so, "Oh! Don't move MysticMoon... the herbs have just began to set in..." Silvermoss, the herbal dragon murmured softly, he stared at himself in a puddle next to him, with koi swimming through it. His wings were being put back together and in bad shape, his leg wound was healed though. He noticed with a start that his vision was different, his right eye was cloudy and he realized he could not see with it. "No!" He wailed to SilverMoss, "No I- I didn't fight back! No I could have won! No I-" "Shh..." Silvermoss soothed softly, "You are young. Many more battles you will fight. Now rest." MysticMoon lay back, a tear dripping from his left eye. His last thought before falling into a healing, deep sleep, was Why did the lion let me go? and he never pondered that, because when he woke up, he had forgotten.
Is he respected in his tribe?: Yes, he is treated the same as always, but with a sort of young experience.