A red scaled dragon soared through the skies. His breathing was labored and his tongue hanged out of the side of his mouth as every fiber of his being screamed for water, anything that could sate his thirst. He turned his head, scanning that barren ground he had come to know all too well for days. He gave a hoarse groan as he prayed to any deity that existed to remove him from his hell. He flew for a few more minutes before spotting a strange reflection in the distance. He gasped as he hoped it was real water and not just another mirrage. As he got closer his vision began to get fuzzy and he slowly started to descend though it did not appear that way to him. He gave a slight cry of joy as he saw the large watering hole but gasped as he felt his wings give out, sending him into a nasty meeting with the cracked ground bellow. He growled as he flipped and collided with the hard surface, feeling his body getting bruised and broken. He let out a roar as he felt a blinding pain ripped through his right wing. He groaned as he came to a halt on his front, his face in the dust and dirt. He looked up and saw that he was mere feet from the glimmering surface of the lake and around at the lush vegitation surrounding it. The whole picture looked like a paradise from a fable. He grunted and groaned as he dragged himself to the edge of the lake, his broken wing hanging limply to his side. As he came to the edge he dunked his head into the water, submurging himself beneath the cool surface and taking drought after drought finally soothing his parched throat.