Ever since your hatching you fought. Your dominance over your siblings made you strong, hottempered and proud. Maybe this was why only and your brother suvived the first year. Your Rashness made you the strongest for your age albiet two years but iy isn't going to help you now.
Infront of your seven foot tall body a angry fullgrown thirty-foot deathwing was woken up when you stoll some of his treasure. You shudder and beg for forgivness but that doesn't work. He roars and slices your body with his sharp claws and leaves you there in pain. Those scars one across your face the other two on your underside, burn with pain. Your glad that he let you live.
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