It was bored.

It found itself feeling bored quite often. Outside of training sessions, there wasn't much for it to really do. Draco wasn't really known for it's scenery, or it's wildlife. To be fair, it wasn't like there weren't any lessers to hunt, but rats and bats got tiring after a while. It wanted something NEW, something DIFFERENT! Something to really show off it's might.

Though, since it had set itself on fire with it's might, that might not be a very good idea.

V-Kornerupine-One (Or Rue, as it internally called itself) wasn't famous for good ideas, however. If anything, it was probably famous for the butt-burning incident. So, perched upon one of the lower ridges of The Climb, it pulled on it's magic, tugging and tugging until something happened. But nothing happened.

Growling with displeasure, it slammed a claw on one of the ancient, dusty bones, causing it to crumble into dust. Neon streaks of purple and green flew across it's pelt, the colors of the chaos it wished to sew.

@V-Chaos-Six