My Story - Part 1
#1 of Verkenos' story
Hey I'm Verkenos, but you probably already know this.
You wanna know something more about me? Well, you came to the rigth place.
Soo, let's start with the aspect: I'm 11' tall as you probably know; then, I'm 50' long from snout to tip of the tail and got a 55' wingspan.
Oh, yes! I got around 145 years :P
My physical aspect...well, I'm mostly Blue/light-blue with a few golden details all around my body, with a fine pointy tail and a couple of nice golden-like horns :3
And now let's go to the point of this: my story.
Everything I experienced until now made me what I am; this is also a reason for having it all drawn in one of the hallways I made in my cave.
I was born in a not too big tribe, where my father and my mother were the tribe leaders. Our location was in a big rounded plain surrounded by mountains of various dimensions.
The strongest families were able to live in the caves created in these mountains; we were in the biggest one: all sorts of treasures handed down from generation to generation; majestic trophies awarded after exhausting hunts, all sorts of stuff to entertain during celebrations, important birthdays or similar, and shiny floating lights made by our best magic dragons: I love magic and they taught me a lot about it, so fascinating. After several years of lessons and hard work I managed to use magic, but just the basic spells; with time I became more and more skilled and so, able to cast more and more difficult ones.
Mhmm, where were we? Oh, yeah! My birth: so, my birth was a special one in the village; my parents conceived another dragon before me but unfortunate events did not make it born...I don't know much more about this, my mother said they weren't comfortable talking about this, so , understanding how hard it could be, I didn't ask much more. Anyway, I came to light in the peak of the highest mountain, we call it Hondu. It was winter, a really tough winter that year, but everyone was close to me there so I couldn't freeze: I remember it was really warm there :3
Months passed and I slowly learned to fly. I can remember when my father taught me the first lesson: he grabbed me with his paws and brought me to Hondu mountain: I was actually really scared, I didn't want to dive from that height! And you know what he did? He pushed me down! I desperately tried to fly, and I managed it! Just for a couple of seconds tho... Fortunately my mother was there, ready to catch me mid-air after this (fiuu).
Years passed and every time I was learning something new! I learned how to hunt, how to spit fire and much more!
It was all wonderful, enjoying every moment of my life, so perfect...
Until a day...
And that's it for the first part of my story, the best is yet to come!
I apologise if my english is not that good, I'm trying to improve. Feel free to leave a comment on how I might do, or even about everything else! ^^
I'll catch you in the second part! ;)