Desmodus grabbed one deer by one, putting each one on his back before taking off. He used his tail to keep them on him as he glided back to the den. With a sigh, he started to look around, focusing on the nature around him. There were large trees, long grass, and tiny flowers hidden beneath it's blades. Nature was exquisite, a type of beauty that is even undeniable by him. It was rare he found things beautiful. Just focus on flying back. He commanded himself.

When he arrived back at the Flare Clan's camp, he stomped of the ground, ending his flight. Then, he slowly walked through, not bothering to look at any of the dragons inside as he approached the prey pile. Step by step, he slowly walked over before stopping in front of it. Then, he grabbed a deer off his back and put it down on top, then, grabbed another, and another, and continued until they were all in the pile. Then, he walked away and sat in a corner, monitoring the area around.

Ludacris was very independent and mostly sat reading scrolls in the kingdom's library. Ludacris hated talking to others he didn't know very well. He would hide everything he hear someone coming. He loved his dad, King Malice, and his mother, Azula, and also his sibling(s).

Ludacris wandered the halls toward his room with a bunch of scrolls he borrowed from the kingdom's library. He was spaced out and not really paying any attention to anyone else around him. He also wondered where his parents and siblings were.