It was now time for Vladimir and his siblings to move out. He was glad he had the chance to have a final duel with his brother. It was time for him to find a place of his own. Now that his wings have matured, he jumped off the side falling down, then spreading his leathery black wings and ascending. All of his siblings went to the left, but Vladimir had something else in mind. He went to the right, the side that had the rigid mountains, dark skies, and vicious predators. The left had smooth hills, bright skies, and friendly creatures. He knew he could become stronger if he'd just go to the right. He flew and flew for what seemed to be forever, searching for a den that wasn't taken and suitable for his needs. Eventually he found one that could possibly work. It was atop one of the tallest of the right side. It was a pretty deep den, but someone was obviously living there already. His wings were tired from flying, but if he needed to have a sudden burst of speed, he could manage. He bellowed with his roar, challenging the dens beholder. A large white dragon with feathery wings and a golden chest plated underbelly appeared. This dragon was obviously old with many scars from previous battles he had won. He said in a soft raspy voice, "Greetings youngling, I see you're looking for a place to stay. It has been a long battle-filled life for me. I know it has been my time to come for many years, and I believe it is my time to pass onto the dragon gods within the heavens. I will leave you with my home I've had since I was your age, all that I ask of you is to respect it, and it will protect you from evil. I will begone now, leaving you with my home, to go and die happily." The old and withered dragon flew away with heavy breaths. He disappeared into the fogginess beyond the trees and mountains, letting out a despairing bellow, echoing. Vladimir felt a small sense of sorrow, but it didn't affect him that much, but at least he had a place to stay. He let out the deepest most vicious roar he could, indicating that that was now his home, and only his.
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War Dragons
FantasyVladimir was born into a litter where he was the runt. He was always the weakest, but he soon became to be the ruler of the "left side". He's faced many battles, always maintaining his determination, power, and cleverness.
