Velaie

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Velaie had been flying for so long. She had lost track of how long it was exactly. Days? Weeks? Months? Either way, she was exhausted and afraid. Her family swarm left her before she even hatched. She had been forced to learn quickly how to survive on her own.

If she kept flying at this pace, though, Velaie knew she'd be unable to go any further. She knew she had to rest, but if she did, she might not wake up again. She'd flown over territories of ice, fire, disease. She had even almost been blown away by a massive tornado on the edge of a beautiful grassy area. Though it was gorgeous, and she loved all the new sights, she was scared out of her wits.

Soon she came across a barren, rocky plains. She was surprised at the small groups of dragons scattered around, wondering how they could survive in such a life-deprived space. She could see a massive pillar of stone, though she could swear it was miles and miles away. She made that pillar her goal. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd find a swarm near the pillar, thinking similarly to her? It must be some sort of gathering place for dragons, right?

She didn't make it quite that far, though. Velaie was almost there when her exhaustion got the better of her. She fell, fell, fell, until her lightweight body crashed against the ground, agony pulsing through her. She was in so much pain she couldn't even scream. Soon, against her will, her eyes closed. She knew she was going to meet her maker.

Shadowbinder only knows how long she'd been asleep, but when she woke up, she was in a huge nest of grasses and leaves, in a massive den with cool air circulating through. Fear overtook her brain, forcing the pain to the back of her mind, as a huge dragon stepped into the den. Velaie tried to scramble away from the dragon, but found herself unable to move. She felt as if every bone in her body had broken. She barely managed to drag a few leaves over herself in an attempt to hide. A soft, soothing voice surrounded her moments later.

"It's alright, little one. You're safe here," it said. A huge claw appeared under her leaves, gently pulling them off. Velaie flinched at how close the dragon had gotten, leaning down to look her over closely. When the dragon didn't move, Velaie slowly managed to calm down, inspecting it. A large wooden mask covered the dragon's face, and there were a handful of birdskulls scattered on its body.