I have been trying to write my storie down[ya know.. gaia history ^^ lol] I got it in my head, people know how I am, but the do not know me, why I am, and how I became what I am.... different.
I was born as a normal dragon, I wasnt really that special the first years of my life.....
here is the beginning of the storie (I will add more to this post as I get it in writing wink )
The days grew shorter, and the nights became pitch black. Even if the weather could play tricks, the sun could not lie, winter was drawing close. I lay in the gras, gazing at the black sky, not a single star in sight, but the moon was almost full, lurking overhead. The cool breeze runs its soft fingers through my hair, bringing along its soft rain, I love the cool autum nights.
My thoughts drift many centuries back, memories and dreams.
All names are lost to me, but I remember their faces.
Family, I had a family ones [and have one again.. my Orion ^^], a tipical dragon family. I grew up with my siblings under my fathers wings. I never met my mother, my father did never talk about her, neither did we ask. All I know of her, is she was a black dragon, whitch made it quite strange, for my father was a copper, and you can not compare those dragons to each other. Coppers are bright and active, loving nothing more than to hear and tell jokes and stories, pull pranks and enjoy life. But a blak, they are dark and evil, grumpy and easily inraged, also called skull dragons for their looks.
I grew up quite free, my father knew how to raise a wyrmling with a balance where you were free, and obeyed. But sooner or later we all would find a lair of our own, and truly grow up and get wise. I let my fathers cave early, finding that a strange feeling within me was pulling at my scales, controling the winds that carried me. I traveled far and wide, and ended up making my lair in the hills above a peaceful town. I helped them when they were in need, and they would not hunt me, push me away. But the unknown feeling, the fire within was growing, I did not know what it was and had never heard about anything like it. Slowly the fire grew, bringing along unknown torture and pain to my soul. I became wild and dangerous, the humans desided I was becoming a threat, hearing my roars of rage every night when I tried to controle it, the fire, but it was not made to be tamed, I had to become one with it.
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