Istari is a magnificent male white dragon.<br/><br/>I lay down inside my cave, nursing my wounds. My magical fire had no effect on them, so all that I can do is hope that they will heal on their own. The fight might not have created new injuries but it tore open many old ones. A slash on my neck is bleeds onto the ground. Old wounds that cover my entire body that were inflicted upon me weeks before from fighting off hunters and knights of many kinds have been opened.