OoC: Character is Derek, and he's on Kaerion's side.

"Why fight?" I laughed. The old man did not understand that, and he did not share my point of view, so he got mad at me. Humans are so lowly beings, so weak, so unworthy... And yet they think they know better than us, the dragons? We who live to see both the rise and fall of kingdoms? Needless to say, he did not survive the encounter. Humans are not even worth eating.

But why do I fight? Why do I not fight, I prefer to ask myself. Why don't I spend my days fighting instead of mingling with those petty beings? I don't have an answer. I think I have one when I am human, but recently I'm not sure exactly what I am... I think I understand those humans better when I too are human. But I can't remember...

Why fight... I fight for survival, mostly. I fight for money, for territory, for treasure. It's only natural for a dragon to fight, so why should I not? Now I fight for treasure, and for territory and for money. It's not much about survival. Not that it matters anyway, I'm just supposed to not kill those on 'my' side. The king had promised me a good portion of the treasure from the loot, and a huge portion of the land for territory. I had accepted, but I don't think I'll keep my word. A dragons word is as good as the dragon wants it to be, it say in a dragon saying. I think I'll take all the treasure.

Sand and twigs whirled up in the air as my powerful wings lifted me to the skies. From below, I could hear cheering and shouts of victory as the soldiers praised my name in awe. It felt good to be the center of attention, in a positive light, instead of being the center of a hunt. But it would feel even better to see the expressions of terror when I turned on them after the battle. I let out a roar as the two armies clashed together.

I met the old man while I was looking for any survivors in the nearby rivers. He was a doctor or something for the other army and not a man of fighting, but he was a man of great courage: "What, O Dragon, what do you have against me? Why do you take the life of so many innocent men? Why do you fight us?" he pleaded. He ended his days as a roasted chicken.

OoC: It was just one of many battles, not a great, big, main battle with lot's of heroic deeds and such. Just a border clash or something.

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Ohh! Pretty butterflies!...