Quote Sin:<br/>Demos was finishing the small bird he just killed. Feathers riddled the ground were the critter tried to escape. Blood covered his white snout as he was swallowing the last piece of meat. It wasnâ€™t anything like the dracling. He knew the pack was sharing the young dragon. A few howls and hoops of joy came off from the distance where he left. Shaking his large wolf head, Demos pawed at the bird skull. It wasnâ€™t much of a trophy, but he still enjoyed skulls.<br/><br/>Lifting his large body up, he scanned the forest around him. Fall was showing each day that passed and winter would be here soon. The green colors that were here in the spring and summer were now oranges and browns. Animals were rutting to give him a clue his own kind would start very soon. He would definitely stay away from the pack than. No female would choose him anyways and the males became more aggressive, including him.<br/><br/>He pushed off the ground and wrapped his large, leather wings. Hovering over the tree lines, he was heading back to his hiding spot. He would hide the skulls of his kills or if he found an interesting one of the ground. It was where he could be alone and play with his toys. No one looked at in disgust or hatefully. Well, except him.<br/><br/>A large shadow passed over head. Demos looked up in time to spot the beast. A warning howl to the others escaped his lips as the beast drove him towards the ground. It held him to the ground by its talons. Two more dragons came to the rear and watched him curiously.<br/><br/>Demos snarled out at them. His lips curled to show his long, sharp teeth. He pushes his hind legs against the dragonâ€™s stomach, trying to free himself. He never liked to be pin. It made him feel trap and he wanted to lash out at the beast for causing that feeling. The dragon lowered its large head to be eye level with him. â€œStupid move you beastâ€ he thought. Leaning his head up quickly, he sank his teeth into the dragonâ€™s temple.