Brindle's Diary

Brindle's Diary is a fanfiction made by me! FireryCobra
== Prologue ==
Okay, so I know that this is a really cheezy name for a travel log. Yep, you got it, it's a TRAVEL LOG. It's a present from my friend, as a BIRTHDAY GIFT. I should be all so appreciative and all that, yes, I know, but a asked for a travel log, and he gave me some cheap book with "Brindle's Diary" written on it. Noise, right?
I also figured that I should be talking to a diary, but I'm not going to be like "Oh hyyeee there, Diary!" I'm just going to write normally. I am just going to...... write normally.
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So I decided to simply date all of my entries after a number. I bet, I would run out of names by the time I finish the book. And it's not like I'm writing a story, this is a DIARY. a DIARY, it's PERSONAL. So I hope any unwanted visitors stay out of this diary. Unwanted visitors are all dragons except Da Great Explorer Brindle.
Alright. Let's begin this first entry.So you know that I am a Lightwing. Okay, yes, surprise, surprise, I'm A LIGHTWING. And my drawing SUCKS. Okay, I admit it. My writing sucks, too. So fortunately only I am going to read this. 
As an explorer, I love exploring new territory and new islands. Why, isn't THAT the best thing in the world?
Oh, there are also some stuff that you MUST know about me. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN FEMALE DRAGONS and I doubt I EVER would. Mark my word.
Why, that was weird, talking to myself. But I've run out of stuff to write, so I guess I'm gonna stop here.
== 2 ==
Today was so weird. So weird, indeed.
In the morning, in my camp, a fellow Lightwing burst into my tent and told me to slowly move out of the tent. I had bustled up and crept out of the tent. I was stunned when I saw a few scavengers crowding around our campfire. As I looked closer, I realised that they were carrying the logs around the campfire away!
I actually also have one secret ability; I can speak scavenger language. Apparently, they don't call themselves "scavengers", they call themselves something like "Hurmern". I'm not really sure, I just imitate that sound when I talk to my friend scavenger.
Anyways, so we all watched silently as the scavengers went on with their "loot". Just as they were about to leave, my partner gave me a nudge and I said in Scavenger, or "Hurmern": Who are you and what are you doing? The scavengers turned around and realised that the two dragons were watching them. Panicking, four of the scavengers turned and ran into the dense forest. Only one of them remained, rooted to the spot. I noticed that it was a female. She said something like how do you know my language? I told her that I had LEARNT her language. The language of the hurmern. Upon hearing the last word, the scavenger burst into laughter. I guess that was a sort of... act of peace?