Post by Sarita on Jan 15, 2006 16:52:17 GMT -5
A black shape was perched on a rock. It was a dragon..a dark one. Lethal-looking spikes glimmered dangerously around her face and tail. She looked as evil as evil could be, but her sad, sad eyes told of a different story. A small tear ran down her face, leaving a small shimmering trail which she made no attempt to wipe away. She turned her head a and looked towards the mountains in the Lands of the White Owl. How she longed to go there...but she wasn't accepted there. She then looked gloomily towards Thunder Moutain, where the evil dragons lived. She didn't want to go there, but she was accepted no place else. She knew that if she went there, she herself might slowly turn evil, but she had no choice. So Thunder Mountain was her destination. She looked hopefully back at The White Owl's lands, as if it could save her from doing what she was about to do, before sadly taking off and heading for the mountain.
