Fanghawk awoke, it was early in the morning. Fanghawk looked over to the nameless dragon, she was still asleep. He still didnt know what she was. He decided to get a better look at her. She was smoother then most dragons, most dragons had many battle scars from fights, she only had light flying scars, which all flying dragons had. She had one deep scar lower on her body but soon his attention shifted to something near it. He discovered something, was she- No, she was to old to be one! He leaned in slighty closer. He sniffed. Yes, she was one. She was a virgin. This made no sence to him. How could she be? She was way to old to be one, unless...
Then it all made sence to him now. The lack of scars, how she lived alone on the island her whole life, how weak she was at flying, why she was helping him, how he didn't know what she was, everything. It all made sence now. She was alone, the last of her kind. No-one whold exept her as a mate, even if she found a male of diffrent species that was willing to mate with a diffrent kind of dragon (which there was a few desprit anough, not to get left out) she would just be too weak and unskilled anough to accept her. She probly had to raise herself as she was born alone and probly learned most skills through instinct or what she could see from other dragons passing. She probly got her deep scar from herself during a Shadow mating. If a dragon is to weak, to wounded or mostly lacks another of their kind, when it was mateing season, instead of finding a mate which they usally couldn't, they would do a Shadowmate. It was a highly pitied act and most Dragons knew to keep away, Shadowmating dragons where dangrous and unpredictable. Preforming their acts of loneliness, reciving love from the only one that could accept them, themselves. Preforming their mishapen mateing rituals and dances with their shadow hence the name. It trully was a sad sight, how they seeked love and affection from a surface which their shadow cast apon as if it was truly a real mate. Some even saying it was real, imagining they where real, with names and more in their lucid dream of lonleiness. For the mating itself, no-one saw, they whent off far from everyone else and mated alone, with their imegionary ideal mate and whatever they could find to just satisfy their sexual desires. Causing much damage to themselves aswell. While other dragons waited for their offspring to hatch, Shadowmaters waited for their self inflicted wounds to heal with their imagionry ideal mate with them.
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Fanghawk knew she was the last of her kind and would go with anyone who could bring life to more of her kind.
She could only be accepted by someone as damged as her, someone who now relied on her due to damge,
him.
He relised now that she relied on him more then he relied on her.
His pity for her was gone, as now he relised. He was just as unaccepted as she was...