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 you were in had Killians other two dragons. A wingless, young and excitable female drake, Ishtar. She had thick white fur and gold streaks, her weapon, extremely poisonous Silvia. She was cheerful, friendly, very high energy. Clumsy even, and very, very fast. She was about 8 feet tall And the other, big and grumpy Asrahan a large winged dragon. A male, tall and gruff. With tough blue scales and a violent nature with most except Killian. A good example of a war dragon. He was closer to 12 feet tall.

Ishtar happily ran around the paddock, prancing happily. Asrahan sat steady, tail curled in as he walked around the paddock and drank from the small pond, snapping at Ishtar when she neared

The stables rampant with stable aids and dragons causing a fuss. Soldiers barked orders and pointed, waving flags and opening the gates