Thy young immature dragon's soft scales where as black as night, yet they had a beautiful rainbow hue to them in sunlight that was shining down on his muscular body. His dark blue eyes where wide with pain and terror, his right wing had been broken in during his capture. Silent hot hot tears ran down the sides bony cheeks, his mouth was muzzled shut with by chains, but small muffled sobs could be felt resonating deep within his throat.
By the size that he was which was not much bigger than a work horse accept he was much lower to the ground he couldn't be more than twenty. From all fours from his broad powerful shoulders where was a mere five feet. He would grow a lot bigger when he was older of course, perhaps as big as big as small house, right now he was still just small toddler in dragon years... maturing at the two hundred. This dragon's scales where still soft and would not begin to harden until another hundred, and another fifty after that he would begin to develop small horns around his head and other bristles around his body as he began to grow in size and finally when he was mature he would be able to spit fire... this was a long long way off yet.
The young fledgling looked up at the captors fearfully his body trembling, the Market was busy, but no one seemed to want a dragon with a broken wing, four big men towered over him frowning, one began sharpening a spear.
"We can't feed it," one reasoned.
"No," agreed another somberly,
"He, won't survive in the wild with that wing, he'll just starve..." sighed the third, as the fourth stepped over the dragon neck and raised the tip of the spear above the back of its skull, preparing to give the dragon a painless death...........
The young dragon lay helpless his shimmering black body chained the ground his long whip like weighed down unable to move move... he closed his tear filled eyes resigned to his fate..... which was death by could steal.....
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A little about The Dragon
Intelligence: he's clever at some things, but is usually short sighted... about that of a child.
Personalty: Gentle most of the time, Can get a bit moody, curious, shy, sometimes a bit skittish, easily spooked, cautious around new people, hates being patronized, a bit of an instigator.
He's curious, about things around him, learns fast. Likes to eat
Speech; has the ability... but speaks rarely ... usually communicates in grunts, whistles, low growls and snorts and of other gestures.
Things he eats; prefers meat... but will try anything that he can fit into his mouth, whether it makes him sick or not he'll be the first to know... keeping live stock and horses around him is a bad idea. |
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