Adel was wondering mindlessly through the endless sands below the Night's gaze; ground trembling beneath each clumsy, powerful step. The dragon had a bottomless hunger clawing at his insides as he searched, and drooled in his wake.

The beast tore at the ground for critters, and charged towards any sound he perceived. Once a majestic, mighty beast of elegance; now reduced to a groveling mess of gluttony.

Adel thought he heard a sound in the distance, and his twisted, fanged head turned towards the sound. He was frozen for but a moment, before he charged with thunderous steps and booming snarls from deep inside his chest. All he could think about was the need to feed; to end this neverending pain that knawed at him.