She stood there, her monk's attire draping her in soft greys and gentle light blue tones. The grey tunic trimmed in a light blue color was looking soft and yet dazzling in the low light of the crescent moon, the soft colors seeming to meld into the moonlight. Her scales glimmered like rough shiny stones of onyx and ruby, with vein like splits that looked like flowing magma. A faint glow came from these cracks, washing her grey fur in a soft red light. Both sets of wings were furled up and pressed against the back of this creature, as she admired the place around her.
The large dragon skull and ribs fascinated her. She was examining it closely, trying to decide what kind of dragon it had been in life. As she looked it over, Grerra felt a sense of kinship with the large skull. It was alone, solitary, and strong, and surrounded life. Much like herself. She too, was alone, strong, and solitary, and was surrounded by life. However, not only was she solitary but she was also alone in the world.
That is how she felt, how she saw herself. Alone, unwanted, abandoned, and isolated, even from her own kind. Banished by her dragonic brethren for being a half breed, ran off by her mother's gnollish people for being the offspring of yet another halfbred, and denied solace within the halls of her mother's mother, an angel, she was and felt, as if she belonged nowhere. In this moonlight garden of solemn existence where the dead and the living seem paired beautifully, the living plants draping over the dead dragon,seemed to be the only place she felt welcome, safe, and accepted in the world. She would use her nature magic to converse with the plants, and help them grow, and if there were insects present she would converse with them too. From time to time she would use her talent for nature magic to link with the plants and for a day, as her body meditated be one of the plants. and as he did so, she would open and expand her mind, reaching out to any who would answer her call.
She frequented this holy place often, and a few times, she fell asleep gazing into the eyes oft he great dragon skull. as she slept however, she would be plagued by nightmares and visions of her past. The horrid things she had seen in war, the battles between herself and others playing out in her mind, and her regret over each death that was metted out by her.
on this particular night though, there would be no sleep. there would only be calm stillness, and her calm breathing. She sat; facing the great dragon skull and closed her eyes. Then released herself from her cares and expanded and opened her mind, and once again, sent out the resounding psychic call from her mind, into the minds of others
"someone, please, find the lost and lonely"