In the dragon domain, Isolde looked at the dragons in this barren wasteland with ambitions burning in her heart.
As a mother, her duty was to make her children better, stronger. This meant no matter how strong she grew, a select few of her children would inevitably be stronger.
As much as loyalty was a weak term, she had to build a bond with those dragons or face what even the first mother of dragons faced.
Great, almost unfathomable power was right on her grasp but it could kill her if she didn't put extra effort into fostering it.
Her hair was much longer here. It reached her knees, beautiful dragonfly wings folded behind them. She wore a white tunic which was tight at her abdomen and flowed down to her thighs.
Her tail gently moved as her legs, now digitigrade, ending with claws. She looked majestic, a mother to the most powerful beast race, a race that was more powerful than the humanoids.
