Purple cold sticky liquid covered his talons and claws. A dragon laid under him, their chest ripped open. He had killed his supposedly first dragon.
The snow below him stained pale purple, freezing over from his dangerously cold talons.
He looked over, thinking about many things at the moment.
How will I find her? How will they tell me? Why won't they answer? They could be lying?
The sky was slowly turning bright colors of blue, purple, pink, and orange as the sun set under the horizon. The kingdom got quite interesting during sunset, it set a great scene for killing, at least what he thought.
At seventeen, he was a full grown dragon, but a bit bigger than some of the Glacian dragons here when he lived for fourteen years of his life.
"She's been gone forever." He said under his breath, walking away from the murdered dragon. He opened his wings halfway, letting the breeze blow under them. "Why would she be gone for that long? Someone killed her, I know it." He hissed, beginning to lash his long, thin tail. "I killed this dragon because they wouldn't tell me where she was. They just kept on shaking and saying let go. And that's a pretty dumb reason for me to let them live."
Hurricane stared at the sunset, and the darkness was almost about to fall over the sky, revealing silvery bright lights, like his eyes, scattered around.
"When it gets dark, I will find who killed her."

Darkness poured over the kingdom, and slightly colder. No one was out except for the queen's guards.
Hurricane was walking around, taking dragons, and asking them where his mother is, or who killed her.
He came upon a guard, grabbing them, and holding a claw at their throat. "Where is my mother. I haven't seen her in fourteen years. Since I was three. Where in Oceqias is she?!" He hissed, being quiet so no guards would come in a wave at him.
"Who are you? Who do you think you are?" The Glacian Dragon guard hissed.
"I think I am about to kill you." He replied, chuckling. His claw got closer to his throat as they spoke.
"Oh really are you." The dragon hissed. "G-"
Blood poured from the dragon's mouth, and throat. Hurricane had slit his throat.
"Think about what I'm asking about next time." Hurricane growls.
He continued walking through the halls, asking and killing, asking and killing. And by the end of the night, he had already killed thirty dragons.