Gentle Giant

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I sat at the edge of a lake, and gazed at the killer in my reflection. It was DeathSong, the source of the Bubonic Plague, and every other deadly disease. She had amethyst colored eyes, black scales, and the rest of her body, even her fangs, were blood-red. I shifted into my true dragon form, which even if I tapped you lightly on your shoulder, you would lose most of your HP. I sighed, a tear forming in my eye. I was around 900 feet in hieght, and the average scavenger is the size of an ant compared to me! "Wildstar?" I heard a voice call. It was Samantha. "Hey, are you alright? Why did you run off? Are you really a murderer?" Samantha asked. "Aye, I'm always blamed for something, young one," I said, staring at the sun (lovehaus!) disappearing behind the mountains. I sighed, then lowered my head onto the ground. Samantha began to pet me, then climbed onto my snout, curling up and falling asleep. Normally, I'd move either myself or the creature away from me/them, but I was too tired and depressed to even touch the young neko. I looked at her one more time, before closing my eyes, and sleeping off my worries. I have never gotten a full rest in forever, and I felt like I have had a peaceful sleep, every time I turned off my lights to "go to sleep"

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