Dominus

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
— J.R.R Tolkien, The Hobbit

Stereotypes

	Mayflies. As brief as can be, like a breath. ...Yet why does a beast such as I feel so drawn to them, then?
	Once plentiful, I know nothing of what they have become. Do dreams still manage in this grey world?
	I miss Her like I would miss my heart. Dead for centuries, due to petty, human infighting. Shouldn't such beings be above this? I wonder what the Magi are like in these days?
	I remember the wolves howling beyond my mountain in the ancient times. This world does not look like a world they could exist in, however. Extinct, no doubt.
	We are as varied as dreams, even though many of us are not birthed from them. I am eternally curious of the Others.
	I have never had a Clutch of other dragons to be with in the past. How odd would it be to find one now?

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Vital Stats
Race:	Bygone (Dragon)
Heritage:	Fire
Full Name:	Aschkranagiall
Date of Birth:	45 AD
Apparent Age:	Thirties
Demeanor:	Director
Height:	6'4" as a human. Sperm Whale size as a dragon.
Played-By:	AI Art (For now)

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Soundtrack
Mountain Goats - Autoclave Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner, the better I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make my home her home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls And the dream went on forever, one single static frame Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make her home my home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave