Asmoth

Asmoth, He of the once learned.
Ever seeking, ever needing more knowledge. Grasping forever what it was to be him and what it was to not.

He tossed in his sleep again, his body felt all wrong but also very right. He felt huge and yet not. Every time he awake he was so cold, and yet he knew the air was warm dry infact. How long had he been like this how long had they been in this cave, how long was he stuck in the nest made by suriya.
All things had faded to black after they had found the two wayward dragons from the light flight.

It took so much to sit up and look about. his body felt it didnt know what to do with itself. There were moment were he could smell roses which he loved and when they had lived amoungst the Filou shadow clan he actually cared for the roses that they grew in the tangled woods where the clan resided.
Te blue ones in paticular had been his favorite and he spent many hours talking to them and doing much of his learning and research amoung the rose bushes. It was a place of calm and the blues matched his own scale tones.

The move had shaken him, But suriya had been drawn back to where she had lived and he and Bradoon had followed, it was more to keep her out of trouble, but she was very special to him. Tho he would never let her know. but whispers had gotten to him thru the caves when he wasn't quite asleep or awake, there was a clutch of eggs that Suriya kept close, whose eggs where they, and he hadn't been around hatchings what if something went wrong? This needed research and fast. Sighing heavily he struggled upwards and noticed blue rose petals all over where his head had been resting. That made no sense, where could they get blue roses out here, he had of course brought seeds from the Filou shadow clan. Infact King Jareth on one of his weekly visits had personally sought out Asmoth to give them to him. It was something that ment alot to him, The King of the Goblins often would seek him out and give him scrolls of myths and legends. He had also confided the nocturne had a special place in his heart.

Staggering up he got to his book shelf in the unfinished cavern room that was slowly becoming his and glanced over to the viewing pool thinking that he would see a nocturne only to see a dragon he had never seen before looking back at him with the most stunned look on its great scaled muzzle.
He heard a thud as blackness took him once more. As his paw his the floor of the cavern the fingers opened and a scroll bearing information on the raising of hatchlings rolled dangerously near the edge of the viewing pool. It and the now unconscious dragon sprawl for any one to see should they come to check on him.