It felt like Latern had been alone for centuries. She didn't mind, in fact she was use to his. Alone, only coming out to speak with another of their kind when it came to breeding and raising a clutch of eggs. Latern didn't mind, she was use to the alone time most dragons recieved. However, she would never come to enjoy the feeling of flight. Something that pained her, troubled her. But to make up for such a deformity, she was swifter, faster. Long limbs to help her roam through plains and outrun the fastest of predators or dragons she did not wish to be with. Latern enjoyed it, but also was ashamed. Breeding was never a topic on her mind, only doing it once - out of all of the eggs, only one had survived. Her sole daughter, had wings. So it was a birth defect, hatching without wings. Instead she was rewarded with raw crystals growing out of her. Two purple horns forming over the eons.
Despite being a couple of hundreds of years old, Latern was quite young. She had a thing for human babbles, collecting strange odd and ends that were much to large for her. And today was nothing different, she was searching for abandoned human artifacts, her long and powerful legs easily gliding over the terrain as she soon came to a skidding halt. A foreign scent filled the roof of her nostrils, what? he had not scented such a being before. Was it a predator? She had to investigate.