Rakul flew over this new found land. It was expansive and already had inhabitants below he could tell as human farmers screamed and ran across their feilds as he flew over. He laughed, 'Pitiful humans. How your screams bring me such joy.' He looked around, 'Now I need a place to call home. Now where..." A shock ran through Rakul's head, "Ergh what is that infernal racket!" Rakul said aloud as he landed in a wheatfeild. He layed down though it was hard to blend a giant, black dragon, in yellow wheat.
Dragons flew above. Not directly but he could sense them, 'This changes things. There are too many.' He thought to himself. Then a smile grew across his face, "Time to get the help of the locals." He said and took flight.
Moments later he landed on a large noblemen's house out in the country. There Rakul sat until the man walked out. "What the hell was that! Robert if that's you playing up there..." The man turned to see the dragon on his roof nearly the siz of the mansion itself. He stumbled and fell over, "Wha..wha..What are you?" The man said panicing. Rakul laughed and leaned towards the human with his long neck with his firery warm breath running out of his mouth, "I am the great dragon Rakul and you will gather me a dwelling and an army with it." The man tried to slide back on his hands, "A dwelling? An arm.." Rakul cut him off with a roar! "You will do as I say aand you will do it quickly or I will end your puny little life!" With that he took off crumbling the roof below. "When I return it best be done!"