It was a picturesque scene beautiful enough to make melodramatic poets weep and inspiring enough to make the common populace feel as if all of life had meaning. Magnificent mountains of dark rock scratched sharply into the pale grey horizon. Undisturbed white snow in thick patches covered most of the mountain resembling many great clouds in the earth made sky. Somewhere along the range, probably in a westward direction, there was an interesting oddity in the mountains construction. It was a place where the foundation dropped downward into a wide pit. In the depth of this pit there was a lake, frozen over for centuries without respite. To one side of the lake there was a cavern formed as much in ice as it was in rock. Here, coiled in solitude and frost, in a place where no man could was the last remaining creature of a once great race.
This creature was unlike any which could be found elsewhere in the world. To begin with he was massive in size, greater than any other beast which roamed the plains. His head was long and angular with several curved horns coming off of the place where his head meant his neck, making it look almost as if it wasn’t a single smooth piece. He had four powerful and muscular legs, the back ones resembling in shape the appearance of cats’ legs. A long tail, sleek and mobile also extended from along his accented spine. One of the most interesting things about it though was how its body was covered in glistening scales. They were like crimson gems, shimmering—and yet they were also silver. They usually seemed a mixture of the two, but the lighting and surroundings seemed to affect their hue. His sharp stained teeth and claws were tucked out of sight as he slept softly, moving only by the heave of his breathing.
A small puff of warm breath escaped in two tiny clouds from its nostrils as it shifted, obviously in discomfort. It settled again and its breath became normal, but only a moment a later itself once again incapable of sleeping and shifted several times to try and find comfort. Irked and sore it gave up trying to sleep and instead opened its eyes, inky black pools which looked nothing like what normally passed for eyes. It stood and stretched before leaving its little cavern for the pool. As soon as the cave was out of reach brilliant wings extended to their full length, causing little bits of snow to fly around. Two flaps and the soreness was easing, making the gnawing hunger in its stomach even more prominent. Rising onto hind legs the creature gave a powerful push and rose into the air. Higher and higher it went, until the hole it called home faded into the mountain.
Living in such a solitary place had its advantages, such as not having to worry about being hunted. But it also had more than a few disadvantages, such as having to travel a long distance for food. Because of this the Dragon would fly a good long while along the mountain until he came to the place where he could find mountain goats. This place was much more humane and he would’ve worried about humans, if he had not chased the last of them away long ago. No human came here anymore, some claimed it to be haunted ground, and others chose to mutter rumours of the extinct name. But humans were not what this Dragon cared about. They would not come to bother him and he would not linger long. Instead he must focus on the meal at hand. With a drop which would not be expected he swung down and picked up a goat, gouging it with his talons. After the little goat stopped moving the Dragon settled on a small cliff-like rock and began to eat it. He did this several more times before finally settling a moment as he chewed on one of the carcasses, allowing his stomach time to digest before making the journey back home. Feeling quite content the dragon snuggled his face down and closed his eyes, deciding a nap would not hurt.