Azeroth

Azeroth is hatched into a fire element, blood thirsty clan.
Known as the "Furnace Fighters"

He was always a curious hatchling,
But everyone knows that curiousity kills the cat.

One night as the moon went high into the dark blue sky, his gaze was fixed on the beautiful stars.
His once grey scales lightened by the moons glare.

He felt power seep into his paws up to his horn tips.
His scales lightened into moon lit blazes,
Powerful wings.

As he went back to his nest,
His mother awoke, gasping in alarm at her Hatchlings appearance.

“Sky dweller! Your no fire fighter! Get out star bag!” She spat,
The words rang threw his head as he was trialled.

“Azeroth.” The leader said proudly.

He'd look up with a glitter in his eyes.
“As your mother reported, you do seem a bit paler.” he said gently.

Azeroth knew this was the end of his dreams of becoming a head fire fighter.

The leader lowered his head, smoke coming from his nostrils.
“Your father must be part sky dweller.. Is this true Trahern?” The leader flicked at his father to answer.

His father looked away, ashamed.
“Hmph” The leader grumbled, smoke coming from his nostrils again.

His general of the fire fighters whispered in the leaders ear.
The leader nodded and spoke with a snap.

“Your dream of becoming a true fighter as now been broken young hatchling, Leave or stay as a cleaner.” The leader said as he shifted his position.

He wanted his father to speak up for him but no words or look of reassurance came from his father.
Only him looking away off to the side.

He sighed and stood up, putting his paw onto the hot stone.

“I leave.” He'd say with a proud but sad voice.

The leader nodded as guards started to snarl and arose from their chairs,
Leaping out of them and chasing after Azeroth.

He knew this was just to help him out of the territory.

He'd run for his life, twisting around pot holes filled with lava, jumping over hot magma as the guards roared in defiance.
His heart beat went fast as he jumped over a cliff.

His wings spread out, legs also as he flew over the ocean majestically.

The female guards stared in awe.
He stopped in the air and looked back, sadness in his sparkled eyes.

“I'll be back to prove I am a fire fighter..” he whispered as he flew towards the plague area.

He landed, looking around the flesh like wasteland.
He'd sigh,

“I'll have to get used to living here..” he said.
“Maybe live as a nomad..”

His nose twitched as rustling was heard in a thorn bush.
He'd look over to see the most beautiful dragon he'd ever seen.
“Oh hi there! Didn't expect such a fine guy like you in our territory.”

She'd notice fear in Azeroth's eyes.
“Oh don't fear honey! I won't chase you out and rip your scales off, I'm just saying hi!”

He'd gasp for air, she was so beautiful.
“You alright sweety? You ain't breathin to well” She said concerned.

“No no no.. I'm fine” He mumbled.
The beautiful dragon sat down, rapping her tail around her.

“I just have to say.. I haven't seen such a beautiful.. Mistress like you before..” He'd mumble.

“Oh dear! Your making me blush 😊” She'd chuckle.

He'd smile,
“Im not kidding.. You really are beautiful..” He whispered as he stepped towards her.

“Oh my” The female said.

He'd smile and breathed a bit of smoke on her forehead.
She'd blink happily.

He'd go on in life with this female, meeting her clan and secretly loving her to pieces.

He'd learn her name,
"Poppy"

But when he confessed his love to her, they became mates.

Had some eggs.
But poppy was having weird symptoms,
As a disease spread threw the clan.

His mate had had it, she had died from it when the eggs hatched.

Azeroth was heart broken.
Torn to pieces he felt.

He wished he had the sickness.

But it seemed like the moon said no to his self sacrifice.

His Hatchlings had died from the sickness.
He was even more heartbroken

As a cure for the sickness was made, he found himself having mates but leaving them,

He didn't want to see them die too.

All the males thought him as a cheating jerk.
But really, he was depressed...