Spook chuckled to himself as he flew above the island, although it sounded more like a low boom. He noticed a few other dragons here and there, but other then that the place was empty. He flew towards a clear area with long grass growing and small furry animals running around; he had just made it there when his wings gave out on him and he collapsed in a pile of bones and flesh.<br/><br/>"Useless wings!" Spook growled as he stood, placing a few bones back in place. He stood in the clearing, looking around at the surrounding area. His talons raked the land, leaving strips bare. Spook let out a loud wail, much like the wind sounds as it screams on a dark night. The sound echoed past him, pleasing Spook. He was after all, the 'spook' on the island, he might as well have some fun with this.