Specks of dust, dirt, stone drift amongst the abyss below. Ripped from the mother foundation which rest far the frightened ideals of men. Creatures few can hardly imagine crawling on the surface stretching to the next as giant chitin bridge. Wyrens and drakes on the islands which breached the sky bearing grass so green pastures looked like pastel paint against the life. On the under sides holes burrowed in leaving caves for the less majestic creatures to dwell before using the open range game to feed. Stones stilling while on rare small chips of bone would drift sparing few to write about the sacred world. The pages of Dragon's Nest and Sweet Black Nightmare wrote both of the same place, color and plants so healthy it's as if mother nature her self breathed from the depths while creatures of all kind flourished. Even those of water found themselves swimming from the backward falls that dared run toward the sky before snapping onto the surface of floating land cutting into it's surface before the water fell once more into the chasm which never ended.

Twilight like the water above his selected, dug hole soon cascaded against this side of the world. Crystal clear water sparkling leaving every day walk or flyer fast asleep tucked away for natural protection. Wings covering youth while the ones who dared explore the crisp night nip wouldn't return to the warmth of a mother's breast. Charcoal black claws over half a foot long clutched stone only to follow up the wrist of the fiend's body.

Man in structure but shaped like that of drake. Scales replaced by a soft smoother layers of sheet black scale near the feeling of skin. The difference being a uncanny invisibly while coated in the dark. Like a wyren the wings were also it's arms as they folded back going past his elbow. His face in aspect mask like with exterior teeth brilliant green cat eyes following the majestic, savage black mane which covered his head and scruff only allowing the ungodly shine of his silver horns to gleam buried in the blanket of night. 

Sprouting from his rear a tail edged like a sickle for various reasons but mainly pulling welps from the safety of their parents sight. Rarely dragons and more Kyubi children have curiosity as their end. Rules of little ones being never leave their parent's side at night and at no time attempt to approach any cave. Now holding to the island's side using the clawed edges of his toes as an unfortunate youth broke the first rule, 

There was no chance, no resistance either as near instantaneous his grip found the infant curled in his grip. It's flesh curling apart as the claw ripped it's cotton outfit and bleeding it against the surface parallel to up. Literally stabbed against the rock red would spray leaving the soft sound of wind catching against a head no longer with it's owner. The good length of the tail cutting away the amulet attached to the child's neck while jaws met skin. Rending bones, leaving them to fall the amulet itself was left were he originally abducted his prey as a small sickening customary trade mark.

Left a near skeleton fell against an island which moved in orbit of another cracked the remains of gutted organs and flesh pulled like snapped guitar strings shamelessly left to ravens. Reaver using the spoken wings took from island to the next silently traveling against the moon's ghoulish shine. Water, was necessary to break away leftover blood, evolution happened, adults of prey smelled blood thus moving so in contrast the vicious night dwellers would clean in mimic of a latin house wife actually getting sex later.

Folded away his  wings against wrists and arm he land in but one of countless streams passing along the shattered to crawling into it's flow. Against scales the water was relaxing, the feeling of crust ebbing away left the shameless daze only for him to leave quickly after. In short there was larger predators, namely the nocturnal dragons which enjoyed a cold drink, being in that drinking water wasn't ideal. Finally opening his mouth taking a solitary gulp of purity he would slip away onto the island's dry portion shiming to shake water away.@Song book]