Arizander wandered the market place and neared the place where slaves and such were auctioned off. He avoided this place most of the time for he hated to see the people and creatures that were sold to mortals that used and abused them more often than not . He felt a pulling though as if someone or something needed him .Sighing softly his silvery hair fluttering in a breeze he went into the auction area and looked around . Sapphire eyes took in the few remaining for sale and he nearly missed the young dragonette laying on the ground hurt .It was a beautiful creature and looked so sad as it waited for the death that was promised to it.

 

"I will take him if he is for sale sirs ." Arizander stood near the men sharpening their spears and he gave them a look of steele.He did not like to see any creature suffer and he thought if given the chance he could make the little dragon better.