Allowing himself to be carried. High upon the gusts and winds. Great leathery wings catching their majesty. A figure drifted. Aimless, and tired. A set of piercing blue eyes took in the world below. A world he used to know, a world he once loved. But love is fickle, and humans are shallow.<br/><br/>Drifting along the high currents, a brilliant silver star kept vigil. Watching for any change in the monotony of the uncursed land below him. Sighing at the sight of the people going about their lives. The families enjoying their days. The communities thriving in the glow of their own.<br/><br/>A warmth he'd not know anymore. Since the day he was Marked. Driven from his home out of fear, ignorance, and spite. A land far away, separated by distance and oceans. Drifting south from the north. Drifting, and weeping. For the family lost to this affliction. And the suffering wrought by those claiming to protect.<br/><br/>What fanciful visions. He thought to himself. Giving in to his exhaustion, for he had not landed since fleeing his homeland. What a wondrous dream. To not be alone in this world. But this malady is mine alone. He mused. Consciousness quickly fading, as he became overwhelmed.<br/><br/>A bright silver comet, streaking through the evening sky. As it plummeted to the forest below. Frightening the inhabitants for miles, with the thunderous impact of his emaciated, yet robust body. The thick hide of armored scales protecting him. Though as his consciousness fled. He reached a claw back towards the evening sky. Marveling at the moon as the flesh contorted and shrunk painfully. A human hand seeming to grasp at the stars as the young man lay in a crater of his own making. Scuffed, and bloodied. A handful of silver scales scattered about the destruction. As he succumbed to sleep finally.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(PM me with interest. Or simply comment it below. I'm new to attempting a forum post on this site. So I hold no preference one way or the other.)