(( OK.)) Gebrochen hung upside down from a tree by his tail. He was unconscious, and bleeding from numerous cuts and abrasions. His black coat made the blood stand out, and his stark white mane and tail even more so. His swept back segmented horns were intact, as were his large dragon-like wings, which lung limply down from his back. He was dehydrated, so he must have been there for at least two days.

      Luxy and her scribe Smokespirit are on a fly through the woods when she catches a whiff of what smells like blood. She licks her lips and swoops down to track the scent, her Fletchling friend close behind her. She lands on the forest floor, only to be greeted by the sight of a dragon hanging from a tree. 

“тнιηк тнιѕ ωσυℓ∂ вє α gσσ∂ мєαℓ, σя ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє ѕєη∂ ƒσя α нєαℓєя?”