Gift for  dragoniade

What happened that day chaned the destiny of the a Dragon forever, in the middle of his flight near the Blackcleave Cliffs the lonely Dragon was intercepted by skirges, a insignificants creature compared to his fire, like flies the skirges fall against their blats leaving over himself just scratch, with a roar the dragon left clear his omnipresence and dive in the air once again with Gorgeous smile.

In the middle of the Flight its body starting to get a severe rach where the skirges manages to touch, as he stop in midair for starting to scratch a nausing feeling force him to touch earth abruptly, falling in the middle of the necrogen camps. The deathly vapors starting to ignite as they starting to touch the dragon body, a severe sign of a fever, the small scratch caused by the skirges where now releasing a severe blackened pus, as the fever get worse the dragon collapsed on the ground, coughing blue fireballs as his body starting to cramp. Unable to move, in the middle of a ignited blackened air the dragon starting to saw small demons around him, and slowly a voice getting close, before he released his last breath, the Dragon only hear a whisper.

"Welcome to perfection."

Dragoniade his Owner
Phyrexian - Wizards of the coast