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Kvaloth glided on the jet stream high above the clouds with the moon glistening off his scales headed back to his cave to sleep after a good night's hunt. Black eyes scanned the sky for any...errant arrows from the humans below him. Granted, he was way out of their range, but one cannot be too cautious when you're kind has been hunted to near extinction...with him being the last dragon.

The moon glistened off his silver scales turning them and even brighter silver as he gently banked to the right to stay on course. He knew the way home by heart as he always traveled this route on his nightly hunts.

Water droplets clung to his scales, talons, and horns as he broke through the clouds in order to better locate his landing area that's located right in front of his cave. Finally locating it after a few passes, he began to descend in a circular motion beginning with wide circles and narrowing to narrower and narrower circles as he got closer to the Earth.

About 50 feet from the ground, he flapped his wings in order to slow his descent. His hind paws touched down first before he skipped a little ways and touching his front paws down. He then folded his silver wings in close to his body. And then he smelled it coming from his cave: a human was in his territory. but instead of growling a warning to the human and rushing in to startled the pathetic being, he yawned showing his fangs and terridly made his way into the cave with his tail dragging in the Earth. His meal had worn him out too much for him to even care that there was a human in his territory. If the human killed him in his sleep, he didn't care. It's not like he had any eggs he was waiting to hatch and would need care in the future. All the other dragons were killed before he could find a mate to have a clutch of eggs with.