2 Outcast

I hated days like this.. You know the ones were everyone is happy and the sun is shinning. Ever just wished you could go poof? I some how got roped into helping for tonight's celebration. My twin Malvic forced me to take part in a wedding stating it would improve my standing in the community if I helped out and stopped being a hermit. Umm ya so I wasn't big into being in the middle of a large number of people nor did I enjoy the companionship that most of our dragon kind enjoyed. I was the odd man err woman out to say the least. While others jumped at a chance to drink and make merry, I ached for a good book and my hide way down at the waterfall.

I learned at a young age I was different and you can only be shunned so damn far before you loose interest in the world around you. See I was born to the Fire clan. We are known for our light coloring and bold features. Yet in my mothers brood I stood out to all. Unlike Malvic and the rest of my siblings who all shared the typical Gold skin and eyes, I was their polar opposite. TO say I was a disappointment to my family and kin was an understatement. Yet their blood I was but only in name. I stood taller then any other females in my clan. While they all stood petite and slim I stood a foot taller and wider. I finally stopped growing at six foot some years ago and between my freakishly male height and my dark coloring I was the outcast. No one dared to make a claim upon me, All except Malvic whos bond was unquestionable as was his loyalty. My pale white skin coupled with my mix match eyes made everyone look down upon me. It was genetically impossible that I should be standing her as I am, Yet to bad for them I was. One eye the color of the palest green and another the shade of emerald coupled with blood red hair that near reached the ground, I was the clans blemish.

Yet did I care? Nope I long grew cold to one and all thinking of how to better my chances of escaping from this nightmare I call life. Books offered me that and right now I would rather be curled up with one. However...

" Who died and made you my boss?!" I glared at Malvic as he scolded me on the proper way to fold a table cloth.

Sighs" I expect it was some great god of the old world. Talon could you please stop glaring long enough to show some femininity so the task comes to an end quickly?"

Grumbling away I hurriedly placed the last cloth on the table and shot my brother a god to hell grin before walking off. Femininity my ass! Who wants to scrap their ego to bare to the demands of a male? Not this female. In 30 years of life I can count on one finger the accomplishments of wifely attributes I owned. Cooking was a skill needed to keep from starving and one I painstakingly learned. In dragon terms I am still a fledgling and should be at home under the wings of my parents. What a damn joke. I was tossed at the base of the mountain at 7 and told if I made it home I could stay in the clan. Rage still builds up inside me at the actions of those two who gave me life. It took me weeks to make it home. Upon my return I was greeted by my brother and his black and blue face.

Deep in thought about the past I didn't notice a hand reaching out to stroke my hair. Looking up into the face of the High Lord Flame I melted.

" You seem to be agitated young one." He smiled" I heard you offered to help, I am amazed. You seem to be fever free and no one hair caught on fire.. Your loosing your touch" He winked at me and continued on.

The old goat .. We had a love hate relationship.He was the main ole fart of the clan and my grandfather. He encouraged my bad behavior and I over looked his graying head of hair. Isiam was the greatest warrior the Fire Clan has ever known. He was larger then life and towered over us all. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.. Or course I would never admit I admire the bastard. Yet I didn't hate him..

" Hey Graaamps, You loose some weight recently? I guess at your age sooner or later your good looks fail. Maybe you should see the healer.." I just cant help myself. Nothing is as insulting to a warrior let alone a dragon to comment about weight, In our culture the greater the muscles the more power you held.

Stoping in mid stride he turned to face me with the devil of a smile on his face. Shit...

" oooh? Lost weight have I.." He took a step towards me and your damn right I ran. I might be an asshole but I aint stupid.

Hearing a chuckle behind my retreating figure I took flight immediately not caring what others thought. Nope Im a push over compared to that demon on the ground laughing like a mad man.

Deciding that my goal of the night was finished I headed back to my cabin. It was smaller then most but a jewel to me. Malvic and I spent a week building it in our youth. It was located half way down the mountain next to the waterfall. The coloring was blended well into the rock face making it our Headquarters for make believe army. Chuckling at the memory I folded my beautiful silver wings and dove down. Today was over, Or rather the ordeals of dealing with others was finished. Time to grab a bottle of wine and a book.

Twenty minutes later I was sitting in my make shift outdoor hot springs and enjoying my own company. I had just reached the 3rd chapter when out of no where a bellow was heard. Damn poor sap. Thats a mating bellow. Some poor sap ran into his life mate. Utter none sense if you ask me. This whole " One mate one life" was enough to make me loose my dinner. Sure I wanted kids some day but never enough to be tied to some moron for eternity. Thats the thing about us dragons. Like the wild wolves we only had one mate and that mate was the most prized element of your life. Well for most. I saw what it did to others and I never wanted anything to do.. Why did it get so cold?

Leaning my head back I came face to face with a blinding white face of a Ice dragon. Gazing from above me its pale blue eyes focused on me like it had one thing on its mind... Dinner.

That was the last thought in my mind before a blinding pain rushed before me.. I didnt see the head butt coming...