There were a lot of downsides to being a Butterfly Dragon. Not having scales for protection, not being able to breathe fire in the case of setting themselves on fire, and being hunted by Humans for the precious coat and feathers used to make expensive cloathing. This is Why She was alone in this world. The last Butterfly dragon. Yet here she was in the open, staring down into the water with a grim look on her face. Other dragon species would never let her join their groups. She was useless- No fire could she breathe, and no scales to keep her from being harmed in battle. And most Dragon Groups were keen on keeping their territory's safe, so she would be of no help.
At this thought, however, She did realize something she could do. She was built for flying- making great escapes and distracting others with the bizarre markings on her body.
Another thought came into her head- she was still in the open, and she did not check to see if this was another dragons territory. Her heart sunk as she peered around the feild with green eyes, wings ready to lift her off the ground.
