You are a dragon who's master is an infamous and cruel man named killian, you are his weapon, his steed, his tool. Your like a really big dog who's at his beck and call.

You where at the military camp, right now it was bustling as they where preparing to move. The horses and yourself where In the paddock and the other dragons where in the stables. You saw your master bustle around as he grabbed his things and prepared for the advance

The camp was moving about, you'd been there for almost a week now. The paddock had a herd of war horses walking about in groups, and the stables rampant with stable aids and dragons causing a fuss. Soldiers barked orders and pointed, waving flags and opening the gates