The Wyrm's Island
A dragon raised its head, sniffing the air, nostrils flared, little purls of smoke curling in nares. It snorted, exhaling with force, then shook scales scraping gently against each other making a rustling crackle.
It stretched first one set of wings then the other, each glistened with morning dew as the beast continued it’s morning waking.
The dragon purred deeply, then stretched, cat-like, digging five inch talons into the soil and dragging them back towards itself with a little smile quirking its face into mirth.
It inhaled again, then yawned letting out the breath.
Longer scales on the dragon’s neck rose slightly, then it shook again and stretched its hind legs, popping its neck.
It gazed, transfixed, at the sunrise, then got up and licked its lips seeming satisfied.
It got up, slinky in form, wings tucked tightly along its sides before it rose up on its hind legs and roared, splitting the air with draconic ferocity.
The dragon licked its lips again, then came down onto sturdy forelegs and trotted nimbly off.
Its long strides covered over four meters with each paw placed forward.
The slender, serpentine tail lashed lightly behind it as it moved over the ground swiftly.
The dragon spread its wings, flapping lightly; the double set caught the rising light and refracted it onto the ground in a rainbow of color.
It suddenly leaped up from the ground drawing its wings down in a rush, then again, pulling itself skyward with little grunts of effort.
The dragon gained height with each flap, a running start allowed it to bring its lithe body into much lighter air.
It roared as it drove upwards, jaws parted in a gaping grin tongue drawn out by the wind and back towards its cheek.
Wings pushed down on air, bringing the warm lizard into air turning chill.
The myth flew up taking a breath to halt its flight looking over the island now revealed in its glory.
The island below bore a small mountain scarred with gray ash and dead trees. The liquid blue waters around almost glowed electric, each beat drawing up on the white sand shores.
The dragon turned in the air, wings catching the light and sending flecks of crystal light shattering across the sky and wispy clouds floating across on a sluggish breeze.
It turned midair and folded both set of wings back along its body, aiming down with a smirking muzzle leading, eyes closed.
It fell, making a whistling sound as it cut the air without a trace of being bothered by the drop.
The splash that rose up was deadened by the dragon’s slipstream, making it burble up in slow stirrings.
The dragon righted itself in the clear blue of salt. Wings spread to stop its descent, hanging in the water; a graceful predator.
A fish drew a jerk of the dragon’s head, the sleek flash of silver marred with blue made a snort of bubbles come from it.
The dragon swam close to it, snaking through the water eyes fixed on flashes of silver from fishes bellies as they twisted in crystal waters.
It suddenly gave chase to the fish, which scattered in fright swimming to escape the playing dragon.
The dragon batted at the fish with waves of water, not harming them even when it caught one in its talons, looking at the slippery creature with one amber eye.
It released the fish and surfaced splashing around with little burbles of a child.
Suddenly the dragon dove with a shriek, taking cover in the water.
A large boat passed close by, creating a destructive wake.
The dragon swam down to recreate its sandcastle on the reef, building it back up with calculated shoves of its snout.
It broke the surface, keeping mostly underwater, eyeing the watercraft distastefully. The slow flicking of its tail drew it closer to the parked vessel.
Sounds came from below the waterline, bottles clinked and voices murmured lowly.
The dragon hissed in the water, an angry flash in its sharp eyes, it dove under the boat removing the anchor with crushing jaws, breaking the chain that held the boat in place with ease.
The dragon rose up from the water and roared at the people aboard, shining with water and dripping in its pose.
The people onboard swooned in fright, taking the sight as a threat and moved to leave as quickly as they had come, removing the disturbance to its peace.
It smiled, and returned to its play.