<span style="font-style: italic">Clouds loomed over the horizon as the large black dragoness cascaded noiselessly across the sky. She had been asleep a very long time. Newly awakened, Maelstromme had walked the realms in silence hiding in her human form before she felt the call.   Aged and familiar, it pierced the depths of her dragon heart in its insistence, compelling her to shed her human form and take to the sky in the calls direction to investigate.<br/><br/>She flew for days, finding no land or rest for the sole of her foot. The myriad of her thoughts her only company. She took her meals sparingly of shark and swordfish she caught and eaten mid-air to keep up her strength as she came nearer and nearer to where she felt pulled to be. Soon, the island was in sight.  Amber eyes scanned the beach as she flew nearer to estimate the islands size. The place was old, prehistoric in both its feel and smell. She also noted as she neared other than the sentient feel of animals, there was nothing else on the island.  Man in their insanity had not reached this out-of-the-way respite it seemed.<br/><br/>She flew to the beach and landed effortlessly on the sand, her paws making a mere soft scratching sound as she wriggled them into the sands warmth. It was indeed good to have land underneath her feet once more. Shaking out her massive, leathery wings and folding them tightly into her heavily scaled body, Maelstromme flitted her forked tongue out, testing the varied scents on the air as she padded across the sand to the shelter of the treeline.  She was not alone here. There were others of different races and colors here as well apparently as she continued to pad about silently in search of them using her tongue to literally sniff them out.<br/><br/>After a bit, she found them. She watched them from her vantage point of the treeline and made note of their smells, sounds, and body language to determine their age and temperament.  They were so very young, all of them. One shy and purple. Two siblings who bickered amongst themselves male and female with the male taking a shine to the purple female. A young two headed red dragon, distinguished little bugger.  And a couple of others she could not quite make out yet they were too far away still.<span style="font-weight: bold"> <span style="color: #4080FF">"So very young."</span></span>Maelstromme said aloud to herself <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Have I slept so long that the babies are all that is left anymore?"</span></span><br/><br/>She continued to watch as the purple female and the much larger male take to the sky to hunt and the others seemed to greet and play on the sand. Children indeed. She would make her presence known before long if no elders showed their heads soon. Surely they don't let them venture out and away so young? She quickly admonished herself and shook her large armored head. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"You old fool, were you any different when you were young?"</span></span> She said softly to herself. She made a heavy meal of swordfish earlier so she was in no hurry to hunt, she simply watched them in silence, merely happy to see other dragons at all.</span>