the mistress of the wind -Atticus

[Thaddeus 'Sleepy' Corpus]

Wind is a powerful thing. If one lives through a windstorm or perhaps a tornado, one will find houses destroyed, trees toppled and death all about. The wind has a temper of its own, and when the wind is made angry, for any particular reason, it finds no exception to it's anger and will kill. Wind is a rather tricky thing, sort of like a woman who has been scorned by a male. Something like that, almost as angry.
The wind today was gentle and calm; no scorn, no anger. The great creatures scales were caressed by the tendrils of the air, and the cool breeze hardly chilled the creature. The altitude at which he flew was above that which plains would fly; the had no intention or desire to be discovered by humans. It was a difficult thing, to avoid being seen with the size he was, but he managed to take a flight as often as he wanted. Two stories was difficult to keep to himself, and the planning involved in his flight would have caused stress to anyone but himself. But he was a patient creature.
There was almost a smile on his face, the toothy grin showing razors capable of killing with a single bite, if it even took that. It wouldn't take much to keep himself self. The clouds put dew onto the scales of his form, protective as they were. A few scars still remained from battles that had happened ages ago, but it would seem that a dragon took much time to heal from wounds that actually did damage. These could be found on his wings and his back, fortunately not across his soft underbelly.
He dipped his head down, his massive form soon diving down quickly. There was a lake nearby, with wide enough clearings to allow him to take a stealthy landing. The creature, his scales black and highlighted with white near his face, underside and top of his wings, stopped just short of plunging into the water. His great wings spread, heaving his form at a standstill, the talons on his feet skimming the water. Sleepy got his barrings, and pulled his wings to his side, splashing into the water without causing too much of a tsunami. The creature, who rather enjoyed the water, floated towards the shore line and made his way up onto the land. He'd found a pathway large enough for his size, and he took it slowly as he attempted to shake off the water from his wings.
This looks like prime ground for a nap, he thought to himself, a very common thought in the creatures head. With a yawn that looked as though he were threatening something in the shadows, he tipped his head back and sniffed at the air. Clean and clear, safe from hunters, but alive with game. If weariness hadn't washed over him, he would have loved to hunt down a bit of food; but alas, sleep called to him. Finding a sunny spot, he curled himself up into a ball, trying to blend in a bit with the surroundings; the humans were oh so curious, and he didn't feel like dealing with them.
It took no time at all before the massive drakonian being was asleep, though not as soundly as he usually was. None the less, a nap in the sunlight was just as pleasant as always.

[Atticus Tuck]

-Some Time Later-

Atticus Tuck was making her very first lone flight over the territory of her new home. It was a lovely place, a great expanse of forest stretching miles and miles, providing wonderful hunting and flying grounds (haha?) for a young dragon such as herself. It felt like it had been ages since she last stretched her wings for a peaceful, lazy flight across the sky, skimming her great claws over clouds and the warmth of the sun over her scales. Only a few days ago her family and her had endeavored on a long, boring, tiring trip from the mountains, so Atticus had been stuck in her human form letting her wings rest, but now she was feeling as light as air, allowng the wind to guide her along. She wasn't quite sure how far she had traveled, or for how long, but she wasn't too concerned-she'd find her way back home eventually.

The scales located around her "ears" shivered. The distant lapping of calm water reached the smokey dragon, and she remembered how her dad had to land in water most of the time because of his great size and not wanting to crush anything when he grounded-it brought a rumbly growl that could have been taken as laughter from the she-dragon's long throat. She began to descend, dipping low below the clouds and that's when she spotted the large, glittery blue waters nestled snuggly in the trees. The sun reflected beautifully off of the lake, which peaked Atticus's interest almost instantly. The young dragoness dove-folding her wings just before she entered the water so not to make too much of a splash that would scare any nearby prey. Her head popped above the surface first and she let out a snort to make sure no excess water was left in her nostrils before paddling serenely to the shore.

Like a giant, scaley dog, she started with her tail and began to shake away the water from her scales, flicking her wings once or twice. She stretched, yawning-and paused.

Dragon? She didn't have to check twice, she was certain it was another dragon. Male, by the scent of him. She huffed. Like, awesome! A new dragon! Like, maybe he knows some secrets about this place! The thought excited her furthur, and the (small) dragon began tracking the scent of this unfamiliar dragon down a large pathway perfect for an adult dragon. It wasn't very long until she found herself snout-to-snout with a sleeping dragon at least five times her size. (Atticus is only a few centuries old, so I'm assuming she's much smaller than adult dragons.) She did her best to take in every scale, every scar, the tiniest of details. His wings were shaped much differently than her own irridescant, butterfly-like wings. He was sleeping, his great back rising and falling in a soothing rythym. It seemed rather rude to wake him when he was so at peace. . . so she just settled down before him, watching and waiting.