[center][b][i][color=f7941d]Eggwing[/color][/i][/b][/center]
Imprisoned for a hundred years. By her own parents no less. 'Donated' like some piece of furniture. She did not choose this. Forced to share her very soul with one of the lesser races or never be allowed to see the light of day. She thought about it. About who to choose. Someone like herself? She was sure she couldn't live with someone like herself being around all the time. She wanted to get infamous on the battlefield, to put fear in the hearts of peasants! She would [i]not[/i] share. 

Someone she could slaughter quickly before she grown too attached and enjoy freedom? Perhaps a small child? All it would take is a good bite to the back of their neck before the bond between them took a deep root. She was certain a dragon few months old trumped an equally old human. No. She might not object to cheap shots, but extinguishing the life of a defenseless child was unacceptable.

What about an exact opposite? Sure, they would probably never agree on day to day things, but for what mattered, one could do what the other could not. She would draw attention and fight armies. But could she move around unnoticed or blend into the crowd? Listen in to gossip to gain information? Yes, that was who she would need.

An artist to her warrior. A reckless mind to her disciplined one. A happiness to her anger. A gentle hand to her sharp talons.

Not as easy to find as she thought it would be. She had to wait for one to be [i]born[/i]. But now for the first time she felt her call take root.

[center][i]"At long last you listen; I have much to share with you."[/i][/center]
She was not certain her thoughts reached her chosen one for the second time, as even the first attempt left her weak and her thoughts disorganized. She could only hope to be found soon as she sunk into slumber.