Anopheles. A Female Sandwing, in the scorpion den, the day boring as always.

She was sitting at the edge of a circle of Sandwing's. They were all crowded around, betting on a cat hunting a mouse, stomping and snarling everytime the mouse tried to run between their talons and escape. She was bored, tail flicking. She took no bets. She never did. She found it stupid to bet on a cat and mouse.

She looked around. There were so many different dragons. Hybrids. She's seen what she assumed was a Nightwing Skywing hybrid, a Icewing Rainwing, a Sandwing Rainwing.. A Nightwing Icewing, even. So many more. A Sandwing with no tail barb. A Sandwing with no tail. They can't fly. A Mudwing with no claws and his ear missing. A Skywing with no wings. That's their whole thing! Flying! They might aswel put themself out their misery. She groaned, adjusting her wings and looking back at the cat and mouse.