Trash of the Count's Family Anthology

Armour

Raon used to struggle to go to sleep. Especially when he was stuck in Venion's torture lair. It was unsafe to, what if he missed an opportunity to run? He would force himself awake and keep an eye on all the humans. He would never let himself be vulnerable. He had no choice. So when he was rescued, of course he had suspicions.

Should he be grateful? Should he be flying away, screaming in fear? Should he smother them in their sleep and teach them how it is stupid to be vulnerable in front of humans who most probably don't have good intentions? Should he bring them food to show them how much more independent he is compared to them? Should he protect their little weak base to show them how much of a threat he could be and that he had repaid their tiny debt? 

These thoughts swirled in his head as he watched them through their bedroom window. He watched as the blood-haired human laid there on his bed. Completely vulnerable and unprotected as his chest went up and down according to hs breathing. The cats - who he started to suspect was aware as he was tailing them and were not just normal cats after all - slept on the other side of the bed, snuggled together. 

That human could wake up and crush their little weak bodies with the littlest of his power. He could crush them in his sleep if he turned around enough and decided to sleep on his stomach. That human could wake up and decide that those cats were no longer of any use to him. They had so much trust in each other that the human wouldn't just wake up and ruin their life. 

And vice versa. That human was still very weak. He felt his hands shake as he carried him out. As if he was heavy! He was not fat. Those children could kill him just as fast. Claw at his throat, stab his stomach, suffocate him with their fog, destroy his insides with posionous gas. Only a few deep poke with their claws on his skinny wrists would end him. They could drown him with a wet towel. He should make sure they don't end up hurting each other.

He landed on their open window-sill — how stupid do you have to be to leave your window open while being vulnerable — and fidgeted with the glass bottle. The same bottle that was full of healing potion only a few hours ago. He sighed and crossed his little paws before resting his head on his paws.

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He sat on the tree and awaited the blood-haired human to look at his hunt. He brought a whole cow, all by himself. And just in case that stupid human was too dumb to know what to do with it, he drew a fork and knife. He would've wrote down 'eat' but he didn't know how to write. There was no chance to do so. He's a smart dragon so he could learn, but leaving them alone might end up with them bloodied and bruised. Like he was. They were too weak to deal with that.

His eyes glistened as he saw the human walk out of his inn. It must've been his predator instinct. His blood-hair was messy; this human didn't know how to groom that well. He then noticed the little cat-kid-things clinging onto him, and how the human held them up protectively. Weird. Why was he so gentle? And why were they complacent? Didn't they want freedom too?

He leaned in closer,  knowing that his invisibility protected him. He learnt that trick within the ten minutes he used to run away before turning back to hide his tracks. It was part of his blood. He was a dragon. And he watched as the human got warned against looking at his spoils of the hunt. Fools. What right did they have to restrict the human from recieving a gift from a dragon? Were they idiots? He ignored the fact that the other ones were not aware of him. 

Unknowingly, he smiled as the human dodged and weaved past them to see the gift. That human was smarter than the rest. His smile dropped however when he saw the human pale and sigh. Was he scared of him? That human wasn't scared yesterday, but he was pathetic then. This was he wanted, though, so surely that is the reason his stomach sank. ...