Darkness

Darkness was never shy, or ever a fumbling mess of a dragon that stuttered with ever breath that she took, afraid of what might happen if she said the wrong thing.

She was tough wildclaw, from the moment she was born she was a fierce little thing, never letting anyone have the power over her to make her cower, not even her parents. Known to be rebellious and strong, Darkness was rumored to have no weaknesses; she was not bound by rules.

Though the gems on her skin might've glowed a brilliant bright orange, Darkness did not let such a thing stop her from gaining onto the top ranks. Her stealth skills were absolute - once she had her eye on prey, it was hers. Darkness spent her days in the Tangled Woods pleasantlu, and everyone respected the skilled hunter.

She thought she'd spend her whole life at her birthplace, where she lived happily without a trouble. Prey was easy to catch, and she had a high title in the community of shadow dragons. Things were absolutely perfect.

That was, until her.

It was terrible, and no matter how hard Darkness tried, she could not get the skydancer's face out of her mind. For the first time ever, Darkness was hungry. She would have loved to hunt - get some meat fill that foreign feeling of hunger, but she could not focus. Stumbling over roots of trees she'd known her whole life, her stalking was worst than a hatchlings'!

She shook her head grumbling. The name of the young skydancer that she had met yesterday would not leave her mind. She had an odd name, Laendra. It was one that she had never heard before, and very unique.