❝𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒.❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...
The words of a god were absolute
and if he claims that he wished to retire
and live as a human, then so be it.
However, even as a human, affair...
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ー 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧º 𝟏.
ー ❝慈善之龙。❞
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❝Dragon of Charity❞.
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A dark, damp cave. From the entrance, not even light seeped in. The downpour taking place outside did not make for the best sight, but with time one could learn that guessing when the next raindrop would fall by the cave's entrance proved to be rather entertaining.
Hazy sky, dark clouds, and something close to absolute silence. The atmosphere was one worth indulging in, which was exactly what the dragon resting within the cave had been doing for a while now.
Time was an elusive concept, and this dragon had yet to get a proper grasp on it. How long had he been resting in this cave undisturbed, the only fluctuating factor in his life being the change of seasons? He did not know.
A huff escaped his nose. If lazing around was the only thing he could do, lazing around was exactly what he would do. Deftly, the dragon had adjusted his position, body curling around itself as he lay his head on his short arms. He closed his eyes, appreciating the sound of falling raindrops.
Even through the thick, foggy clouds that obscured one's view of the sky, anyone could note that the day was ending. Everything, everyday was a constant .Today as well was just a constant, an experience devoid of events worth being written in any history book. It was as if the dragon's entire life was a cycle; a never-ending one.
Right, that day should have been just another constant. The dragon's heightened senses had not been used for much aside from sensing nearby crystal flies. Now, he quickly grew wary as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps resonated near the cave, slowly growing closer to the entrance. The first thing he could think to do was remain immobile, act as if consciousness was a thing he'd recently lost. In the few moments where he was "asleep", he could scope out the intentions of this potential intruder.
-"Ah....this...ridiculous. I could ...the clear...from ...morning was meant....auspicious!" The sound of a voice, a woman's voice, infiltrated the cave. Despite the previously mentioned "heightened senses," the conveyed sentence, one that came out as a bemoan, still ended up relayed as a broken one. The sound of rain echoing within the cave paired with this person's panting, indicating that they had been sprinting for a while, affected how much of these complaints could properly be evinced.
