Dragontine
Dragons steal princesses. They eat livestock. And they fight knights. Collect gold hoards too. That’s just what they do. That sounds so cliché though. I stretched my wings, feeling each feather flex individually before resting them back against my body. I turned my long head to look out the mouth of my lair. A single human rode his horse back in the direction I knew where the human town was. I was expected to go there in soon time and capture my first princess. As tradition and instinct called. Then as legend would go I would lock her away in my lair and keep her here as knights would challenge me to save her. Or whatever. I turned my head once again, my eyes resting on my own personal hoard. It wasn’t as big as most other dragons but it was impressive none the less. Gems, gold, and diamonds littered the ground in not so neat piles. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll go get a princess. For today I will hunt and fill my belly.
