He had flown ahead of the others, having smelt something delightful. A young gold dragoness, and inexperienced as well. He flew high above the clouds, his wings moving slowly, as he circled the gold dragoness, so far above her that she could not see him, and she was a golden spot on the gorund. He smiled, his green hide unblemished, another young dragon, but evil, and he enjoyed playing with his prey, before destorying them. He had no name, though he knew it not, for he was soon to die, but he did not know it yet.<br/><br/>He turned his leisurely glide into a steep dive, aiming to pin the female gold down, rape her, eat her still living body, and take her hoard. He did not know why she did not hide in a soft skin's body, for it might have gone unnoticed, but he did not care, nor did he notice a smaller balck dot heading toward the dragoness, but around a hill in the road, so they did not know the other was approaching.