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This is a story I began, to explain one of my main characters birth. It started as a short story, then became longer... Guess it is a medium story now! biggrin
Here is a picture I created to depict my god and goddess of dragons Lihadaera and Tsaribyss. I would appreciate critique too, anything to make my creation better! ENJOY!

There in the darkness of this long forgotten castle stood a man over 3,000 years old. A man that merely

looked like a man, but was something much more. He was called Vincent, a name he chose from the human

tongue. For none could ever hope to utter his true title. The nobleman was of close draconian descent, blood

so pure, being fourth generation of dracon mother Lucial.

Leaning against an ancient column, one that stood there almost as long as he has existed. Holding up not

near as well as he, as age was irrelevant to his species. It crumbled as his back shifted against the cold stone,

pebbles fell to the equally rugged floor. He just stood there for days on end, thinking, distraught about

feelings he could not explain. Unfortunately for the past few hundred years he had been doing this more

frequently, looking gaunt with hunger as he often forgot that he needed to eat. And like the destroyed castle,

he had begun to fall apart. For he realized he was missing something.

Walking to the broken hearth, he crouched, his coattails gently dusting the floor. He has pondered for

years on designs of his weapons, this long thought process was nothing new. But now it was much worse,

and he has lost several recipients due to his lack of concentration and interest.

As he thought this he distractedly waved his pale, calloused yet attractive hand through the flames.

Flames unlike any a mortal would see and live to tell about. It was his own, his species unique type. For it

burned a lightless black, as putrid smoke heavy with deadly poison roiled up and out the dilapidated vent.

He watched without thought as the outer layer of humanly flesh melted off, revealing his glossy black

draconian scales beneath. By magic it stayed lit, for any material placed in draconic fire would be instantly

disintegrated. His particular kind preferred total darkness, an aspect of the obsidian dragons. Though he and

all of his species are one of the most solitude oriented sort, he just realized he had not seen or heard of his people in

thousands of years…