My writing motivation has gone down the drain ATM and I wanna do something with the random sketches I do from time to. (For some reason I'm unable to change the cover ;-;)

Dragons are bad at getting along. Two different types of dragons fight just because they think they're better than the other and another tribe decides they can hunt barely surviving dragons all they'd like and that's the world a few dragonets were born in. One getting a taste of how to fight in a war and leading a group to success or his own demise, One born from a fleeing couple and is oblivious to the war raging, One born with a killing instinct and a hatching under their command, And One born under a dim sun and heavily scarred by the war their tribe were losing. One day, when they're older they'll meet and only time will tell how all their lives will change and if they die or survive in the bloodthirsty world. (This is the part of the description where I note that this is my first story and if your reading it then thanks and hope you enjoy.)