- Frostyhills24 -

uhm. I don't have art lol

It's fine a description works! I am just used to throwing my art down instead of describing since I'm back at describing creatures

okie, cool :) I'll do a quick sheet

I swoop down onto the bank of a river, the sand shifted under my feet making a crunching sound. I flapped my wings a couple of times and then used them for my support as I walked to the water. I dipped my head down to get a refreshing drink, I was thirsty from all the flying I had done. A nap sounded great but I was also hungry, the last time I ate was 3 days ago. I realized that I hadn't disturbed the fish when I got a drink. I hovered my head over the water then opened my jaws and very slowly lowered my head. The fish took cover from predators in my mouth, mistaking it for cover. I snapped my mouth shut on them, there was a good amount. The fish would last me till I can get an actual meal. Deer sounded good but first I would have to spot some, maybe cows, I don't know. I thought as I walked over to a giant rock on the river bank to lie on. Once I got lied down I let out a yawn, a nap sounded amazing right now. I set my head down and I was out like a torch being thrown into the water. The sun warmed me up as I slept, slowly gaining more energy.

I soar through the air. As a dragon more suited for lava temperatures, I'm cold, and a little sluggish. I'm so, so tired, but I need to find a proper place to sleep. After flying for what seems like forever, I find a lake with underwater volconoes, making the lake almost uncomfortably warm for most dragons, but for me, its perfect. I swoop in, and revel in the warmth that washes over my scales. I settle in for a long nap, but the larger fish are interested in what I'm doing, and keep nosing me. After cooking one, the rest stay away.

I woke all warmed up and energized, I continued my travels. I flew considerably low the entire time, eventually coming across a warmer area. I flew around considering I would start panting while flying, that alone is dangerous. I would risk breathing fire trying to gasp for air. Dragons like me meant for colder climates have fattier skin meant to keep the heat in. I spotted some deer just outside the ain't heat bubble, they were out in the open it was perfect. I changed directions swiftly and flew over them while they were running and jumping. Blowing a big blast of fire at them killing two and injuring three to the point they cried out in pure agony. I started killing off the undead ones and eating them considering they were in so much pain. While eating I daydreamed about a cave deep underground below 0 temperatures; My hoard of crystals embedded in the cave walls to prevent stealing; Lava surrounding the edges of the den producing my blue flames; A natural spring with fish flowing through the lower part; It was my dream to find such a place.

I jumped back to reality and realized I would only be able to three of the deer. I sighed, I couldn't wait till I was 150 feet, then not even other dragons would prey on me, and others my size wouldn't because it would take to much energy. All I would have to do is lay out in the sun because when you grow that large you lose an appetite and only need energy from the sun.

Sorry