stormy snorted as she started to land in the trees. her wings ached with a small drumming pain as she landed.
stormy had been flying all night. the day before she had raided a human village, eating some of the cattle they had. the villagers didn't really like her doing so, so with weapons they started to run her out.

she snorted and arched her back as one foreleg had a long cut on it. the work of one brave hunter with a sword had gotten to close. it ended with stormy getting a long and painful cut, and the hunter getting fried to a crisped. it was the worst off, of her wounds. she was beaten and battered.

she landed in the tree line, just able to see the little opening she had been going for. a meadow. with long soft grass, and food. and by the sound of it. water, with some fish maybe. 

the small dragoness moth started to water at the thought. with a limping stride, and sleep filled eyes she walked in to the open. stormy's blood mixed with her black blue scales.


she got half way in to the meadow and crashed to the ground. a lament wail came from the female as she was mere feet from the cold water she was going for. her body was to weak to do any thing. with a wail she tried to claw her way to the water, to no avail. 

it was then, as she was trying to get to her goal, that she smelled dragon.