Tarakus Deadmerit, a Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon of average height, typical coloring and a few scars, gloomily looked outside at the gloomy and dead expanse of desert that surrounded his small, humble hut. It wasn't that he had a problem with the desert. In fact, he made it clear that he liked being isolated, just him, and his family. And it wasn't the fact that he didn't like to be in contact with anyone in the outside world. He would make a holoaddress to his people at least three times a week, and talk to his friends all the time. It reminded him of being home so little, for the most part, having to fly around the universe, just to see how things were progressing.