In the center of a vast golden colored plain, stood a young boy looking at the golden sky. His head, covered under a cloak, stood up straight, as if looking into the skies above to remember his past. His golden dragon tail slithered from side to side, shaking the foot long grass and creating an odd tune-like sound. His wings were folded together close to his body. Covering the rest of his body was a tan like cloak.
"These plains..." He said quietly to himself. "They remind me of my homeland."
His homeland was Ilidar, a mountainous region filled with beings called, Scalix, a race of dragon-humans who flew across the mountains, searching for fights, food, and mates, constantly all year around. What this boy didn't like about remembering about Ilidar was how many people died in a matter of a week, including his stepparents. It was all because of a person the boy hated as much as hell itself: The Plague.
The boy sighed as he tried to brush aside the memories. He found an empty spot, deprived of vegetation, somewhere nearby where he stood and started a small fire, using his elemental powers.
Soon dusk came and went and he fell asleep under the starlit sky.
OOC: Character is
Shrukan.