Scales of Twilight[18+][ NEEDS EDITING. READ AT OWN RISK]

A creature such as myself tends to get bored very easily. There's not enough knowledge in the world to occupy the mind of a dragon, after a while its constent repetition.

Believe it or not, I've roamed this planet since the dawn of Dinosaurs... I watched the meteors tip the earth and turn the wild salty seas into blazing flames.

Those thousand of years passed in a blink of an eye, and I watched humanity plague the planet with their foolish dealings and demented logic... it was when they saw me flying across the sky did they once believe in other creatures besides themselves.

With my help myths spread... tales of dragons became well known until the lively one's with their beautiful wholesome imagination died off, the stories dying with them.

More time passed in the blink of an eye and the myths that I thought once died came to life again.... thats when I met them, the human drinkers.... The Voulturi.

You know the saying "Humans fear what they don't understand"? Well, that doesn't just apply to them. The Voulturi feared me, my knowledge, and my power so much that they hunted me. Because I'm the beast that I am, I made it my mission to slaughter the royal family to near extinction. With my promise to end them, I disappeared from them only to wake again in a world that I didn't even recognize.

The humans were bolder both in appearance and in their actions, they slaughtered eachother out in the open with no care as to how their life would end...

The world was over populated, children were starved and weak, dying from sicknesses that could've been prevented only for the world to be at war with eachother both in the physical and spiritual realm

With time, my scales grew and fell away only to sprout again with the change in seasons. My hair held the memories of many things I've experienced, both pain and loss. My eyes were the only things  that showed how old I truly was and i'd be damned to look someone straight in the eye.

My heart, which still beats but never moved  because I felt absolutely nothing. I never loved anything or anyone. I didn't know what it was like to feel the warmth of anothers flesh flush against my own. As much as I desired it, my scaly skin would have to endure the cold a while longer.