Leila had been on her normal hunting route of the day. Her white wings camoflauged by the cloudes as she soared through the sky. Her ears pinned back as the wind went over her pearl scales and back into the air all around her. She took in the scents of her woods. The place she called home. As she went to turn towards the little creek she saw it out of the corner of her eye. Prey she thought, her mind already changing, altering into that in which it felt most at home.<br/>The death cloud. That was the name she had been given by the humans who had long sense left her beloved home. She dove down going into the edge of the forrest right before the grassland. She was small and flexible able to manover inbetween trees. She bent her head low an sniffed the air. Her head jerked up as she realized what was infront of her. Another dragon. Her nostrils flarred and her ears pinned back as her talons spread apart and she took off into the sky once more.<br/>After getting enough alltitude she flipped around and landed directly on top of the dragon. The invader of after all what was hers.