a dragon, dark blue and yellow, lived alone. Had never sewn another of her kind before. The other dragons ignored her. She lived as a shadow in the bacround unoticed and only few knew she existed.
There wasnt much too know, just one, sad, lonley dragon, that had no name and even she didnt know what kind of dragon she was. Today was another day though it seemed colder than normal as she collected fish around her small almost empty island (exluding a few boars and sheep) she then rested in her cave. She noticed dragons heading north, and she knew where, Dragon Island. She knew she felt odd, it was mating season again. Even though she acepted she was the only (and saddly last) of her kind, she still felt the saddess of being alone and unoticed and even more during this time. Her skin was smooth only with light scars and one deep one, all caused by herself, she wasnt ever in a battle as she was never noticed. She lay down in her cave and saddly looked at the dragons passing towards Dragon Island. She wanted a mate or even a freind, even just someone who know she existed (other then the boars) Even if she found a mate, she couldnt prove herself too him. She taught herself to fly but she was slow and really could hardly do it and apart from that that she had no other skills. A few boars moved towards her attracted by the phermones she was producing. The boars knew she was pretty much harmless. She turned around and entered her cave, it was empty with some eggshells in it, from the egg she hatched from, she let out a sad, quiet warble as she lay inside the cave, she would be the last of her kind, not that anyone else cared though...