Sûntaera: An Alpha, a warrior, a dragon

Chapter 1: Sûntaera

Sûntaera soared over the dark green forest of pines below, which was his colonies hunting ground. The cool air rushed under his wings, the sun beat down upon his back, giving him pleasant comfort in the heat. The forest stretched out for miles in every direction. He was surprised that the elves hadn't tried to claim it, he thought that it was out of fear or out of respect, or both that they didn't try to settle in the great pines. Sûntaera was a large, muscular dragon, he was twenty seven meters in length, not to mention his enormous four wings which were twelve meters in length. His scales were as black as oil, but his underside scales were as white as snow. Sûntaera had tall, proud horns curving upward from the back of his head, long spikes, sharply curved and serrated talons, ferocious teeth, eyes that were the color of the sweetest blood. Overall, he was a dragon that instilled terror in the hearts of all that he crossed.

Just then as he was admiring the breath taking scenery, flashbacks of the great war coursed through his mind like a river of acid, blood splattering everywhere, gore clinging to his talons, the taste of flesh in his mouth, the dead bodies everywhere, the pain from the many wounds that he had accumulated and the fatigue that ruled his body from the strenuous fighting. Sûntaera roared in such frustration and anger that he startled birds, animals and even smaller dragons which quickly fled in terror. Sûntaera dove into the forest and landed heavily between the gigantic, wooden pillars of the forest. Sûntaera felt angry and frustrated. He opened his maw, then out came writhing, white flames, like hungry wyrms wanting devour anything that came into their grasp. His fire scorched the area in front of him, the vicinity lit up brightly but then was soon plunged back into a premature dusk, for the canopy was thick enough to not allow a lot of sunlight to come through. Sûntaera closed his mouth with a sudden snap. The air now smelled of burnt pine needles and wet grass. Sûntaera ripped at rotting log in anger.

Eventually after fifteen minutes of raging, Sûntaera calmed down and tried to relax. "I can't keep doing this, but neither can I contain myself", he thought to himself disgusted as he saw the damage that he had caused. Sûntaera hissed to himself then lay down on the soft, emerald green grass. Smoke trailed out of his nostrils. He then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. 

It was twilight when Sûntaera awoke, but was much darker. Sûntaera shook himself, extended his wings, then took off and flew east, towards his colony. He looked to the west and watched as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Instantly, the air lost some of its warmth. Sûntaera breathed in the cool evening air. He could see the Five Monoliths, his valley where his colony dwelled. He wriggled with excitement at the thought that he was going to see his mate, Azuria. She was the most beautiful dragon that he had ever seen. She was smaller than him but she was the most amazing hue of grey in the history of dragons. She was the colour of storm grey clouds, her underside was as black as night but it was her eyes that stood out, they were a majestic, sapphire blue, the reason why she was named Azuria. She was the same species as Sûntaera, a Shadow species. Sûntaera was also excited to see his sister, Zûnaera, who was a year older than him and similar in appearance, but lacked the extra two wings and lacked the ability to breathe fire. In Shadow specie law, the males grow faster than the females.

As he approached the mountains he coud see some of his scouts patrolling the perimeter of his domain, scanning the landscape for friends or foes. Some of them then flew up to Sûntaera, greeted him then escorted him into the valley.