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[Ah, the chaos of a character who is many things at once]

He lands in a large village of sorts, after having been flying for several months. He holds a journal close to his body by a string tied around his neck, the journal dangling from it. He hadn't fed for months, leaving him terribly ill. Glancing at the sky, sighing in relief to see it is just a dark shade of blue as the sun was just starting to set. He then looks into the village, to see if it has any inhabitants that could quench his vampire tendencies, which he hated greatly.

The minotaur wakes up from his nap of boredom when he hears the light footsteps coming towards him. Startled he jumps from his chairs and attempts to welcome the visitor with a handshake

"Welcome stranger, i am Alistar the sheriff of this village of Minotaurs. Hopefully you enjoy your stay here whether it be long or short."

He looks at the figure that greeted him. ''I'm here to quench my thirst...So this is a Minotaur village? It seems really quiet. If you'd notice, I can't do handshakes...'' Looking down at his clawed hands.

stares down at the vampires clawed hands "hmmm.... i guess ya cant. Well there is a lake about a mile out... oh ya, My apologies your a vampire Well there aren't any creatures here that will give up there blood willingly so... sorry i cant help you." looks back up at the vampires face then turns around and walks away watching him out of the corner of his eye.

He grunts. ''I didn't say they had to be willing.'' Grinning. ''After all, I'm more than a vampire.'' Eyes narrowed.

Has an irritated look on his face " Best watch were ya tread boy... People don't take kindly to a person wanting to take there lives, My people mean no harm and were smack dab in the middle of a forest why not get your fill on an animal" upon finishing his sentence he sniffs the air and smirks " After all... the dragon in you likes a good hunt don't it? Haha." upon walking away from the man he mumbles under his breath " Mixed breed." then starts laughing again.

He scowled irately. ''More than just that.'' Snorting out steam. He glanced at the sky again. If only a full moon would come out. But seeing as it was still hardly night, he grunts, spreading his large wings, claws glinting on the tips. ''Foolish of those who mock me, I say.''

The large minotaur stops and turns around to watch the being fly away making sure he doesn't stay past his welcome unable to hold his emotions he yells " Go on get ya filthy mutt! ya damn dirty mixed breed! Get outta here!"

He flaps his large wings, taking off into the air as a blur of blackness. Flying over the village, he failed to notice that his left tail wing had torn off from landing hard. He falters in flight, struggling to flap his wings,before falling down a few feet from the village with a loud crash.

Enraged by the fact that the mutt wasn't gone he walks over to him and steps on his left wing applying all his weight and asks " Why ain't you gone boy? i told you too get! this village isn't your little buffet so leave! otherwise you'll be escorted away in a rickety pine box!"

He growls harshly, wincing from his left wing being stepped on. ''You are rather aware that I am missing something that aids me greatly, do you not?'' He scowled, teeth bared. Night had fallen, the moon shimmering.

Removes his hoof from the wing and with a snort replies "Well is your legs broke partner? Don't look like it." after that he begins to walk away but stops and turns around " The is an old tree dragon in the forest north east of here, goes by the name Glen he can fix your wounds. now go and dont make me regret doing this."

He staggered up, hardly visible from his dark scales. His tail was missing the one thing he always needed: tailwings. Glancing at what wing he had left, he heads northeast of the minotaur village, limping slightly, wings folded tightly to his back. ''Grumble...I'm going to starve before I get anywhere...'' He grumbled under his breath, eyes looking forward.

The farther he walked the more humid it became. the trees and foliage grew thick. Wildlife is abundant here from plains buffalo to tigers. A wilderness that has been seen by very few men and not many escape to tell the tale. At the center of the forest there is a large tree with five large roots in the ground. Upon studying this tree you would come to realize this was an enormous tree dragon. the beast covered in moss and fungus a friendly soul though the moral enemy of humans and there destructive ways.

He looks towards the 'tree' sighing, once he had got far enough in the forest. ''Ugh...So hungry...'' He grumbles, shaking off. For one thing, he hated walking. For another, he greatly dislike being surrounded by forest. Any minute now he'd rather be at home in the skies. Yet here he was, annoyed,hurting, and looking at what he thought was a tree.

The great tree dragon sensed the presence of a fellow dragon, Brethren in need. with creaking and cracking he lowered his massive neck down to the small dragon "You are a strange looking fellow, But i smell that you and i are alike. How may i help you my brother?"

Upon hearing what he thought was a tree spoke, looked at it, wide eyed. ''Are you Glen?'' He squeaked. ''And yes, I should be a strange fellow. Few have seen me when I am grounded, being as I have usually am above the clouds, searching...''

"I am the eldest dragon in Runterra. i am the great dragon Glen!" and with those words he stomped his foot and shook the forest leaving a crater slowly filling with a sparkling green water "Now my little friend drink and your wounds will be healed. Your mind shall be clear and your problems shall have a solution."

''I'm a Vampiric Werewolf Demonic Dragon named Darkness.'' He said limping to the edge of the crater, looking at the green water.

with a look of confusion he swings his tail and wraps it around the young beast. "Y-Your a werewolf? how did you come upon the virus? there is only one wolf here in Runterra.... You must not be from around here."