*Draco looked around. His eyes were glowing again he was searching for more food he was still hungry and he knew the day had only start. Draco did wonder where is mother was for moment but when he saw the Shadow Dragoness he quickly thought about one thing.... Yummy. Draco spread his wings and flew toward the Dragoness.<br/><br/>What Kouta didn't knew was that Draco already had experienced things that were just or maybe even worser stuff then he had experienced. Draco's mind was also completely differant from other species. And not even Draco himself didn't knew how his mind worked. One side he was complete controll over it but on the otherside it stuff which he had obsolute no controll over. It seemed as if Draco's subconcious had a mind of its own and took precautions to prevent Draco from suffering traumatic experiences from his meals. How this worked was for Draco himself one of his greatest mysteries. Things which would normaly shock the core of his heart wouldn't have no effect to him at all. Deeds so vile and dark would give less reaction to him then sipping a bag of tea. Draco also knew parts of his mind blocked him information he had gained. Draco believed those parts had knowledge which he either wasn't ready to know or were simply stuff which was better not to know. Only in the direst emergency would Draco's mind give the Wyrmling a small part of the blocked information away. Draco never liked that when that happened because it always felt like him as if his own identity was washed away in torrents of serious. It would then take weeks for him to return back to his joyfull and carefree self.*