A shift moved in the rubble of a old village. Long ago the village was reclaimed by nature and no people lived there anymore. Mornel however being a dragon did live there. Her body in feral form was as big as Two to three grain mills. The ground seemed to shift as grass and sod moved. Under the earth moved the black and royal Violet. A eye pure golden and with the iris of a cat glowed as it opened from the dirt. Rising the ground shook and Mornel rose. Her body gave a mighty shake causing a few trees to fall over. Giving a roar Mornel Shivered against the cold air. She had slept under that dirt for about forty days and nights. Blinking she heard her stomach growl and looked around for food. Taking sent she fell into the trail of many deer in a herd. Moving carefully to the edge of the clearing in the village she walked on her feet as she was too weak to fly. About a hour later she found herself amidst the deer. Smirking she silently scooped up about six of them and devoured them whole. Feeling the fresh iron and energy running through her veins she took flight. Her wings spread out as she ran forward and lifted off. Giving off another roar she smiled and snapped at a few passing birds. Flying for a few days she landed only twice for water and a deer or two. Finally she landed in a new village and this one was populated. Giving a laugh she billowed acid from her mwa. People…so fun. However she noticed a bigger black male dragon with glittering scales. This would not do. Flying over to him she noticed how he sized up to her. She felt small but fearless. Taking her claws she retracted them and lulled the big guy into a calm state. The bigger dragon seemed to enjoy seeing her. Snickering inside mornel flirted and finally when she had him in her grip she reached for his chest and plunged her sharp and dangerous paw into his heart cavity. Ripping his heart out she laughed manically seeing the shock on the stupid males face. They where too easy. Watching the now dead dragon fall sideways she turned to the village and sat watching the humans, elfs and other creatures live there daily lives. The little beings stared up at the dead carcass but some merely passed it off. Mornel licked her claws and then began cleaning her spiked tail. There on from that day Mornel became protector of that village which grew into a kingdom as she would be Queen.