This form angered Azoth, it was clumsy and fragile and so damned slow and weak. Even though some of his strength stayed with him it was laughable compared to his true form. He missed his emerald green scales shining in the evening sun the feel of the air pushing against his wing as he flew. He sighed a breath of regret know it was just to painfully to alien to fly without the familiar weight and company of this rider Roth. Azoth sat on bar stool staring into an empty mug of ale. He laughed bitterly at least the mug was whole, he’d had half his soul ripped out.
Riders and Dragons are paired at birth an egg in the grasp of the human child.
They are rasied togther and fight in wars together. As time passes they are to die together.
Yet for two souls their bonds were severed from their original soul kin. There were to die, they waited for death but it never came. Azoth's soul had bonded to another a woman, her soul was calling to him pulling at him. and visa versa. Yet Azoth ignored it his pain and sense of betrayal to Roth who had died on mouths before had turned to blind stubbornness
(Your character had lost her dragon, killed by( reason here) you lost has made you physically ill, you've began to recover and feeling a pulling urging you north. You history history and character are up to you.)
If you want to give some description of your past dragon you can.
Pictures are fine too.
As you read dragons can hold a human form called a Drake-for males Taves for females. If they wish, A Drake maintains its strength and can change to their original forms provided there's space.
Azoths skin is just like any humans but he can use parts from his dragon form at will ie, grow his wings in human form just a scaled down version for a limited time of flight and breath fire and lastly make small parts of his flesh in scales.
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