Warning, this story contains scenes of Gore and Sexual content including but not limited to Torture, Murder and Rape. Save both of us the trouble and don't read it if you know you cant handle it.
I am The Dragon of storms... well Lightning and Water are my strong suit but who am I to reject a title? To my knowledge I'm the last of an ancient dragon breed that died out aeons ago. How you ask well it was 30% luck 15% concentrated magic 5% a caring mother and 100% war. Ahh yes, war, a wonderful and terrible equalizer. Seriously though I was reborn into a really fucked up family that ends up getting wiped out, I do not however want to talk about that. One minute I'm there and the next thing I know I somehow fall asleep and wake up in a museum to ponies staring at me and trying to teach me there horsey words.