Adult
She snakes through the passage, graceful and strong. Her black opal hide glimmers in the light, the shifting colors within it brilliant in their quality. Fire opal is her wings, almost wyvern like in their structure, with another paw with three fingers and three sharp, white opal claws instead of just the one free finger like most dragons have. Her wolf like ears twitch, moving slightly to catch as much sound as they could. Two crystal opal colored horns, one on each side, start in front of her ears then curl around behind them and flow downwards, ending in an upward curl with a glistening point.
Otherwise unadorned, her tail ends in a leaf like shape of membrane held in that position with crystal opal �veins� that stand out well against the fire opal colored membrane.
She steps through the caverns, ignoring the looks the males gave her and the glares the females gave her, she was used to them. She had looked over the pitiful males and found none to her liking, even though she was still a while from rising for her first time. They were all� too showy, with nothing between their ears but air, stale air at that.
The females, on the other hand, thought she was too big of a distraction from their beauty. After all, she was the only pure opal there was, and they envied her for that.
She was quite sick of it all, really. The males wouldn�t leave her alone and the females seemed to absolutely despise her, which was why she was escaping to the outside world of light and endless sky, none of the others ever went there that often.
Slipping outside was easy, there were several exits scattered throughout the maze of caves and caverns, all of them large enough for one of her size, about forty feet long from the tip of her snout to the tip of her tail and about thirty feet tall at the shoulder, to fit through.
�Yahrkria, where are you going,� one of the elders rumbles as she walks past him going to the surface.
�To get away from those stupid brainless males and spiteful females is where!� she snaps back, her voice as smooth as water, even with the added harshness.
Kria slinks through the opening and stretches her wings in the sunshine, her flight muscles stronger than most dragon types from having to fly in the almost still air of the caverns that are large enough to fly in.
She leaps, pumping her wings strongly and gaining altitude with amazing swiftness, spiraling up into the pearly clouds, lazily letting her mind wander.
With a quick, smooth movement, she dives down out of the cloud, snapping her wings open and leveling out just feet from getting slammed into the ground, watching the land rush by and ignoring the heads of the curious dragons that poke out of the cave and watch her.
�She�ll be a hard female to catch�� �Look at the way she�s performing all those stupid hatchling tricks! She�s a disgrace!� �I�ll be able to catch her!� �You couldn�t catch a fly.�
Kria snarls and twists upwards into the cloud again, pulling out a spell she learned that let her travel long distances with ease and modifying it slightly. They�d never be able to find her now, not when even she didn�t know where she was going.
The color of the cloud changes, loosing its pearly sheen and just becoming a normal looking cloud. Kria stares at it, so she was off on another planet, eh? That could definitely cause troubles.
She shrugs and spirals down out of the cloud, her wide wings spreading as she hovers, staring below her.
Ice, snow, barren terrain, and, what�s more, not a single flash of jeweled iridescence, not a single glimmer like white gold or diamond or anything.
Turning, she spots something� strange, out of place. She wheels and glides over, watching with surprise the creatures that were obviously dragons, but of much drabber colors, although only slightly in some cases, than the ones she knew. They also didn�t have the wing paw, the horns, or the tail leaf. They were the oddest dragons she had ever seen, in all truth.
And they had creatures riding on them.
What self-respecting dragon would let a two-legged beast ride them like they were common beasts of burden? A quick spell weave told her, these dragons and their riders were connected somehow through the mind, interesting.
Kria spirals down, landing lightly on the ground in front of the odd constructs, careful of where she steps. The two-legged creatures were so small compared to her, and she didn�t want to hurt one on accident.
Settling down on the cold ground, she places her head on the ground so that she can look at the creatures on something more like their level.
�Where�s this and what are you?� she asks the two creatures, watching their eyes widen slightly.
�This is Caer Trandiok, and we�re humans. Who, and what, are you?� one of them replies.
Kria noses the man, accidentally making him fall, but catches him in the small palm of her right wing paw and places him back on his feet, �Sorry about that, I�m Yahrkria, most just call me Kria though, and I�m a Kazshiayn Dragon.�
�Have you come for the clutch?�
Kria stares at the woman blankly, �Clutch? Why would I want to do something with another female�s clutch?�
She tilts her head and listens to the two humans explain the concept of impression, it sounded interesting�
�I guess I�ll stand, sounds interesting.�
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She settled in fairly easily, finding this strange place entirely more comfortable than her old home. For one, the males weren�t brainless ninnies and the females didn�t treat her like dirt. The humans were interesting too. Kria was usually curled up in a corner of the kitchen watching the humans there and sometimes helping out if they needed it.
Her head swings over to one of the hearths there with some small baskets resting near it and she sniffs them lightly, careful not to upset them into the fire. She suddenly rears back, her eyes almost crossing as she tries to see what�s latched onto the tip of her muzzle, causing the humans first to jump and then to laugh at the comic figure she makes with a tiny black Caerlizard perched on the tip of her muzzle.
�What is this?� she asks one of the cooks, who had come up to her with a bowl of meat.
Reaching one of her wing paws over, she scoops up a few pieces of meat and offers it to the Caerlizard, who immediately devours it and creels for more. Finally the little one is full, and falls to sleep still on her tail.
�Do you have anything that I could use to carry this little one in so that I�m not always using my tail or one of my paws?�
�Sure,� the cook says, walking off and coming back a little bit later with a sort of pouch on a long strap. Kria offers her forearm as a step, and the cook climbs up onto her back and carefully ties the pouch around Kria�s neck, �That should do.�
�Thanks,� Kria responds as she brings her tail up and carefully placing the tiny creature into the pouch, where it curls up and settles back into sleep.
�What are you going to call her?�
She tilts her head to one side, thinking, �Shiaena, it means Shadow Hunter in the old language of my kind.�
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Time passed as she waited for the hatching to occur, and she kept herself busy by helping out wherever anyone needed some help, human or dragon. She was careful, though, never to walk onto the sands just because she didn�t know the dragoness who had her clutch there, and figuring it was better not to anger her.