The child of the moon and lightning. A celestial dragon. Few exist and all were feared. All expect Hyperion.

He sat in the grass as you brushed out his long hair. It was something he'd grown accustomed to. He actually enjoyed it. Sure he could come off as cold or rude, but that was just the nature of his race.

He sighed as he stared into space. He wished to go there, to fly like he use too, but couldn't.