Some people want to raise dragons, some want to ride them, but some want to BE THEM. The Great Wryms have caverns scattered all over the known and unknown world. Clans come together during mating times and for war against the lesser races. It has been a long time since the last war, but trouble is afoot and the elves and humans have been massing armies. The dwarves have kept to themselves and still send their yearly tributes, something the ground and tree dwellers quit doing years ago. If it is a war that they seek they shall find more than they expected.
Name: Age: In Centuries Dragon Clan: Type: Hoard: A tiny pile of gems Alliances: Enemies:
I take a drink from the stream, quenching my thirst. I see a mountain lion drinking from the stream out of the corner of my eye. i roar with delight as i have found my favorite prey.
I finish eating the last morsel. I look up to the sky and see some wyverns in the air. They might be kings of the air but i am master of the ground. i sprint across the plains to go home.
I go to my favorite corner and sleep. I have a terrible dream that a fire dragon swooped down and burned fire all over me, which incinerated me to the bone. I wake up startled.
I growl and say "how dare you come into my lair. if you are trying to steal my hoard then leave before i become hungry." I advance towards it slowly and say " nevermind, dont leave, you might tell where i might live to one of your tiny friends."
