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. The paddock you were in had Killians other two dragons. Asrahan, and Aetheros. You saw your master bustle around as he and other soldiers went about their daily tasks.

The camp was moving about, you'd been there for almost a week now, A few other dragons roamed in separate paddocks

Aetheros, the alpha, an elder wyvern, he was very large, a good 16 feet tall. Littered with battle scars he moves slow and had a thick rectangular face. He has jet black scaled and a long whip-like tail. He's very tolerant and well mannered and the alpha of the three of you.

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.

Aetheros laid under the tree in the paddock, curled up like one big lump of coal, he was now facing retirement after his years of service, and Asrahan calmly drank