Warriors of Blizzard said:

Arrow | Male | M: Wyverns, open

(Guess who doesn't have writers block anymore)

His long tail dragged on the ground, defeated. He looked guiltily at his reflection in a pool next to him. The arrow shaped spade at the end of his tail made contact with a large rock, making a clanging sound. He sighed. What did we do wrong? He thought, asking himself. If only he had someone to share this pain with him, the pain would be eased. His tail curled around him as he looked at the sky, thinking about the wyverns captured, then his mind shifted from sadness and pain to betrayal as he thought of the loyal wyverns that stayed behind, only obeying the king. The evil king, he added. He glared at the ground for a moment. Maybe a flight would cheer me up, he thought, then flapped his small wings once, taking to the skies, into the moonlight. The light struck his body, engulfing it in a beam of light. His arrow like mark on his back glowed in the moonlight. He smiled, his thoughts becoming true as he felt better about the wyverns. He kept flapping, dodging a cloud. He smiled, then let out a puff of lightning. That was his breath. The tiny bolt struck a cloud, making it turn gray. He was pleased, as the other attempts he had made in this had failed. His stomach growled. He looked around for something to eat. His eyes caught on a herd of sheep. He swooped down, his two legs outstretched, ready to snatch a sheep. He was like a rocket, shooting down from the sky. His talons made contact with wool. He tightened his grip, then flew off with a sheep in his claws. He landed on little green blades of grass. He sunk his teeth into the sheep, tasting the metallic taste of blood. He ate slowly. When he finished, he cleaned himself, smiling.