Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

It's been years since she's felt the wing under her wings. Flying freely without a care in the world. She missed it so much, she missed all of it. She hated the way the smoke of the mortal machines dirtied its natural beauty, it felt wrong in some many ways. When Casantiolth, her old name before the fall, looked up to the sky, all she could think about was how her kind use to dominate it. That was until the mortals came together when her kind were too stubborn and solitary to do the same, herself included. She was a young fool then and now she lived the rest of her life in a skin she'll never be comfortable in. Casantiolth hated living amongst the far weaker species, but it was the only thing she could do to survive. It was the only thing her species could do to survive. How many were left? A hundred? Fifty? Ten? Or was she the last of them? It was impossible to know now. Not when she was forced to use a pair of legs she wasn't born with. However, if she found just one other dragon, maybe things could get better. If they were female, then she would have companion unlike the sheep that surrounded her. If they were male, however...they may be the only one that could save their species and maybe even restore them to their rightful place. She would even mate with a slimy slimy sliver dragon if it meant saving their kind. Casantiolth was born a black dragon, one of the most dangerous kind. Black dragons were the most aggressive out of all the other kinds of dragons, but also the most feared. Not quite as rare as the sliver dragons, but strong. However, the sliver dragons and the black dragons fought over territory since they typically liked the same type of lairs and areas for food. It lead to centuries of fighting between the two that to this day never got a resolution. It was too late for one. If they had just banded together, even if the other kinds refused to, the black and sliver dragons alone could have killed enough mortals and their magic and machines to stop the fall of dragon kind, but no they were all too stubborn and selfish to see the bigger picture. There was nothing she could do about it now, but dislike for the sliver ones was in her blood, if she had to mate with one for the sake of their species, she would do it much to her discomfort. It would be their only chance to retake the skies and reclaim their status as the ultimate beast. It was difficult finding a job for a woman, even a elvish one like she chose to disguise herself as to explain her long life and youth. The only job a woman could actually acquire always had something to do with sewing and cleaning. The mortals are foolish in their ways in more ways then one it seemed, but there was nothing she could do about it. She managed to find a job in a factory for sewing work where the other females seemed to have nothing but pleasant conversations with each other while they try to ignore the way their fingers grew raw and bled from the endless hours working the needle. Casantiolth, or Cassie her mortal name was, never had bloody fingers even when she stabbed her finger with the needle, but none of the others seemed to notice. She would take days off of work with the excuse of some family matter or some Elvish ritual to hibernate for a bit before coming back to the women always so glad to see her. They seemed kind enough and she returned their kindness, but on the inside she loathed them all. The wind started to blow her long raven black hair before fading away to let her hair fall back down her lower back. Her short side swept banes were slightly messed up, but she fixed them easily with running her fingers through them. It still felt wrong to have hair to her. Her eyes were ruby red and sparkled like the gem that shared colors with them. None seemed to question that her eyes were unnatural for her race, but she chalked it up to either they didn't care or were too blind to notice. Her simple red dress with a visible black underskirt will forever be somewhat uncomfortable, being forced to wear clothing was idiotic in her book since it reduced her movement, but at least her legs had freedom to move around, just not very quickly in black heeled boots. Her skin was lightly tanned from the sunlight, but she still longed for the black scales that once covered her body. She sighed softly before reaching the train station. Once again, Casantiolth had been early, but it was good for her to be since the trains always seemed to be off schedule and it was nice to have a few moments of peace without the crowds nearly suffocating her. She sat down on a bench, not far from a man who was leaning against the wall. However, she quickly noticed the man's platinum hair and though it was odd for a human to have such a hair color. It wasn't too common amongst them, but she had seen it from time to time. Rather it was curiosity or instinct, Casantiolth felt the need to approach him. She wanted to see his eyes. She couldn't see them from where she was due to his hat and his banes, but maybe she could have another approach to it. Casantiolth knew it was near impossible for him to be a dragon in hiding, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the possibility was there. Deciding to take a risk, Casantiolth got up from the bench and approached the man a little shyly as she seen woman do when approaching the opposite sex. Excuse me sir., she called out as she got close in a sweet voice, Do you know when the train arrives? I normally don't come this early. Casantiolth kept her own eyes open, blinking only when she had to. If he really was a dragon, he would notice that she was the second he looked into her eyes.