Dracora Stood at the edge of the cave. So long she had spent sleeping there. She had missed out on her childhood and now that she was awaken she had no where else to go. The city her parents once ruled over lay in ruins within plain sight. No one had come for her in three days and she was growing hungry. She had clothing though, luckily someone left her dark green leather armor, black tights, and boots. She also found the sword her parents had forge for her when she was young and some daggers. She was ready to leave but where? No place was safe. She was high up enough that she could see enemies coming and hide from them but she if she left the cave she could be over run by more than a few orcs. They patrol this area in hordes and even if she where to change into her dragon form she could be knocked out of the sky. She needed someone, another dragon perhaps. Then she could stand a fighting chance. There was no choice, she had to chance it. Otherwise, she would starve. Jumping down from the rock she darted into the near by forest. Her pale pink hair whipped behind her and she made her distance in then climbed a tree. She needed to use height for her advantage to see enemies before they spotted her. Jumping from tree branch to tree branch she looked for any animal she. The forest was quiet though and only mice scattered on the floor beneath her.