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The young dragon circled the forest searching for something to do. He couldn't understand how the others just hibernated during the dry seasons... most of them didn't even know that the poisoned plants gave them fuel. They didn't want to know anything different. He looked down at a smoky town and watched as the people ran around in a panic. “Fire dragons...” He growled finding the way that this particular dragon handled the humans way over the top. The humans were fun to play with and feed on but like any other species they shouldn't be burned into extinction. Maybe he felt that way because he was too young to remember the war and what happened not that he was ignorant he knew what happened. The young dragon was very aware of the fact that the planet's current condition was a direct result of the humans reckless behavior.

Still, if they had survived this long then they obviously had something to live for. Loz pushed on leaving the town before they could try to shoot him down. He didn't sympathize with the humans in the least. He simply viewed them as he viewed any other lesser species in need of some guidance. “It had to be Drograh...” He had never met the fire dragon face to face but he was very well known among most of the local dragons. He was a force to be reckoned with and Loz didn't want to run into him. Not that he had any personal qualms with the fire breather.

Landing near the river the dragon stuck his head underneath the water looking around for any water dragons to bug. A few bubbles escaped from his nostrils as he stuck his head deeper until the water was half way up his long neck. The purity of the water began to irritate his scales and he pulled his head out giving up his search. Something about the radiation surrounding the planet helped the thunder dragons thrive. The young dragon never thought about what would happen once the planet had finally healed itself or when the acid rain stops, or when the water dragons had finally purified all the water. They'd survive surly enough but would they weaken?

“Drograh...” He watched the older and much larger dragon land and began to drink on the other side of the lake. He quickly followed splashing his mussel into the cool water and drinking slowly. He stopped and looked up at the other. He slowly walked towards the edge of the forest and started to dig at the base of a tree before uprooting it. He gave a shake before turning to the other dragon. Perhaps eating a tree in front of an infamous creature wouldn't be too wise. “Spot any water-kin?” He spoke as he sat a fair distance away from the one horned dragon.