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As the thing left, Donovan took flight, tracking it from the skies. Curiously, no one seemed to notice him, they seemed to completely ignore most of what was above them. It made travelling unnoticed quite easy. Stalking his prey, however, was not. Almost immediately after the thing had turned a corner, Donovan had lost track of it. Everyone here looked alike, he couldn't keep tell one of those things from another. He tried to find its scent trail, but there were too many interfering scents in the air. Donovan had lost his prey. Yet another dissapointment added on to this day. Since nobody had looked up and seen him thus far, Donovan decided to explore this new territory from the air. It was always easier to find prey that way.

Donovan was startled when a loud, blaring noise erupted from somewhere, causing him to start almost enough to make him fall from the sky. This was followed by some sort of animal noises, much more complex than any he had heard before. In the short amount of time it was on, there was barely any repitition of sounds. It appeared to be very well organized. Language, perhaps? Which meant that these things were indeed sentient, his initial hunch was correct. Which meant that these were not prey. It was part of The Dragon's Code, which every dragon was taught from the time that he or she was a whelp. Dragons do not kill other sentient beings unless they need to in order to protect themselves or others. A long time ago, there was a race called man who did so, sometimes through malice, sometimes through selfishness, and sometimes through carelessness, and nearly drove the dragons to extinction. Without the dragons to care for the world, man took over this post and did an utterly horrible job. The last surviving dragons fled to whatever havens they could find, and began a new life there. That was how the legend went, and with it came a lesson: care for the world. At least, that was how Donovan's matron taught it to him.

In response to those blaring sounds and the language, several people looked up into the sky, where all the noise was apparantly coming from. The sky where Donovan was. Several screams arose from below, causing more to look up, and them to scream, and they caused even more to look up and scream, and thus it went. The beings down below came to a panic, much like bugs do when their nest is disturbed. Most of those people ran, but a few pulled out some strange items and pointed them at Donovan. Their was a sound of something like thunder, and immediately Donovan felt a great deal of pain in his left shoulder and right knee. Checking himself out, he saw that nothing was broken, his scales weren't penetrated, they'd both probably just leave a bruise. Still, it was unpleasant. Before those things on the ground could hurt him again, Donovan rocketed off in the direction of the sun, then landed on the ground when he was out of view. He needed some way to get out of here. He could fly over the wall, but then what? The way to go home was inside the walls. If these things were sentient, maybe he could find some way to get help from one, but who? Maybe the thing that was almost his prey earlier could help, it had run in fear, but it hadn't screamed or tried to hurt him. That was probably his best bet. Staying in the shadows, Donovan ran in the direction that he thought the thing had went.