A young male dragon recently found himself on the outskirts of Rhy'din; the southern glen to be exact. He was wandering the mountainside, in search of a place he could perhaps call home. He was about the size of a particularly large rhino, or a small elephant. His scales were a dark blue, and his eyes a golden color that spoke of loneliness and sad memories. There were several wounds acquired from a time he had run into a wyvern nest, the most noticeable were a torn and tattered wing, which was beyond repair; a missing ear; and a scar that travelled from where his ear was to the side of his tail.

Ever since his father had murdered the rest of his family, he had been forced to live on his own. He had been a young hatchling then, and remembered very little, other than that fateful day where he had been forced to live alone.

The blue dragoness had seen the young male, pausing at the mouth of her own lair, obscured by the waterfall, she peered out, before taking wing, gliding toward where she'd last seen the young one.

Landing carefully, she moved closer, not wanting to frighten him, hello?

Waddling abit closer to the entrance of the cavern, she took in the scents and sounds, dropping into a crouch just outside, her tail wrapping around her haunches.

It's alright young one, I will nae hurt you.

The dragoness remained crouched where she stood, not making any sudden movements, as she did not want to frighten the young male. My mate didn't mean to hurt you Sileth, he wanted to help you.

Ice blue eyes remained on the young one as he moved closer, finally stretching her serpentine neck to gently nuzzle Sileth gently, her motherly instinct once again kicking in.