Wyrmses
The sun was rising over the jagged mountain range that shaded a tiny village. As the light lifted over the highest peak, it suddenly reflected off of something shiny.... Something gold. It was a large gold dragon. Zetam opened one of his blue eyes, and then both. He lifted his head in a yawn. He spread his large wings, making the light flash again. He lowered his head and blinked a few times before stretching his large body to its full extent. He was one of the few remaining gold dragons. He was also one of the oldest and biggest. He looked around wearily. "Eh. Today is going to be quite boring. I can tell already." He knew how boredom was. It tended to hang around. This very same boredom had been hanging around for two weeks now. It had been two weeks since his last fight. Since he had run the last black dragon out of his territory. Such nasty creatures they were. Very nasty indeed.
(Pay no attention to the goldy! Blackies are the best!)
(Pay no attention to the goldy! Blackies are the best!)