AN: This is my first time writing about dragons, as well as my first time writing anything for fictionpress. I have a really good picture of this dragon down in my head, but I can’t seem to translate that onto the paper, so I will use that as my excuse if this turns out to be a complete flop.

Disclaimer: I own the dragon(s).

Beastly Reflections

I inspected my surroundings with a critical eye again to make sure I was not seen in the dead of night.

Good, I was alone. That was how it was supposed to be.

Stretching my wings upwards, I could feel my tired bones complaining about the simple exercise, I started to dwell on the history of my life.

As far as I’ve known, I have been a rebel in society. Ever since I was a young hatching, I have always been breaking the rules and making trouble for everybody in my old pod of dragons. I never knew my real mother or father, because they had been hunted by the humans just after my egg had been laid.

I sighed deeply as I looked into my reflection in the calm water in the cave that I had taken refuge in.

My appearance wasn’t anything special, as far as I knew. I was a black dragon, a subspecies which was rare in this part of the world, that had grey triangular-shaped markings starting from the tip of my snout to the end of my tail. Speaking of my snout, it was wide at the beginning, but it would gradually get thinner in both depth and width up to my nose.

My scales were jagged and went to a point, and the edges would be dark red when one would look at them at the right light conditions. My wings were larger than usual, but one could probably stare all day at the bizarre red markings on the leather of said wings.

I had two dark grey horns protruding out from the back of my skull that pointed behind me. A row of small jet-black spikes began from between my nostrils, got longer and greater in size along my neck and back, only to dwindle down to the size of a grass seed at the end of my somewhat long tail.

I had been told by many that, if I were to look somebody in the eyes for a long period of time, that said somebody would feel vulnerable when they stared into the firery depths of my eyes. I had mulled over that fact for a while after, before pushing it behind me. I didn’t know why it was so, but what was the point on thinking about it and asking questions about something that will never change?

Getting back to my history, I never knew my real family and as far as I knew…I didn’t have any siblings at all. I was an orphan and an only child.

As I grew from a scared hatchling to a young adult, which I am now, I had learned many important lessons and strategies for survival. For example, male dragons will kill hatchlings for any kind of nourishment during the winter when food was scarce, and even when the hatchling was unwanted.

That was my problem. I have been told by many male dragons that I am beautiful, but somehow I don’t believe them. During my hatchling-hood, I never once had a friend. Why? I don’t know, maybe because I’m anti-social? That would do it, huh?

The sound of heavy footsteps broke my musings, causing me to distort my face into a slight warning snarl to any intruders. This was my cave, who would dare try to enter it without my permission first?

The snarl instantly dropped from my features when a familiar face greeted me. “Scarlet, how you doing?”

I huffed in response to the cheery voice, “I’ve been better, Cobalt. Thanks for the concern though.”

Cobalt was the only family tie that I had left. He was my cousin.

He was a blue dragon that had spikes going down his body, like mine, but except his were white instead of black. His azure-coloured eyes stared down at me in concern and his mouth twisted into a little smile. “I brought some food for you, Skart.”

Skart was my nickname that he had given me. When had I asked why, he just shrugged in response.

I managed a tiny grin to come onto my face, “Thanks, ‘Balt. But, you didn’t have to do that. I can still hunt for myself…”

“I know I didn’t have to do that, but that isn’t the point and you know it. The gang wants you back, if you like it or not.”

The gang, as Cobalt called them, was a group of 5 other young adult dragons that we frequently talked and hunted with.

The snarl on my face that had went away earlier, came back in full force when I thought about being part of a group again. “No, Cobalt. I told you before, I’m through with this social business.”

That seemed to make the blue dragon go away, for he just dropped my food on the cave ground in front of him and walked out. Before he took off, he muttered something which I couldn’t catch.

Rolling my eyes slightly, I began to rip apart the deer that Cobalt had gotten for me.

He would be back. He would always be back.

AN: This was hard, but I managed to push through it and get this done. Please review, because if I am doing anything wrong…I would like to know what. Thank you:D