The enormous dragon presented itself through beautiful azure scales all over it's body. It had no wings, and resembled the Chinese dragons of mythological legend. After further inspection on the dragon, I could tell that it was nothing more than a gentle giant, but could use force if it had to. I couldn't believe that i was seeing a dragon, and everything became much more surreal around me. Wülf wasn't particularly careful with the dragon, and I could tell that he had grew a deep bond with it.
The same though raced through my head: the reason he left. The pure embodiment of though was standing right before me. Could I counter it? The tension rising, I began to develop words to say to him. I repeated myself.
"Why, did you leave?" I asked, a strong, firm tone resonated from my voice. The dragon looked surprised as well.
"Do you want to know the truth?" He said.
Something was off, almost as if he had lied about leaving in the first place. I watched him grab something out of his pocket. It was a knife. It had a red and white paint job on it, and shined in the moonlight particularly well. After cleaning some dust off from it, he looked me in the eyes, and darted towards me. I did not move, but this knife was at my neck. I was trying extremely hard not to show my nervousness, and I think when the dragon sighed, he could tell i was trying. I noticed a grim smile of Wülf's face, like a predator.
"What happened to that reaction time of yours, Iris?" He asked.
"I guess I need you to train me then, don't I?" I replied, lowering his hand. A small ammount of blood was on his fingers.
"Did you cut me?" I asked. He took the blood on his finger and gave it to the dragon. With it's tongue, it licked the blood extremely fast. I soon noticed how thin the dragon looked, as it's ribcage was partially showing at it's belly.
"This is all I can offer for now, Kaoru." Wülf said.
He went to go sit down, and opened his backpack. He threw me a Hawaiian roll and I caught it. After he threw, he asked, "You hungry?" I couldn't help but laugh after he threw it, and he started laughing too. I slowly ate the roll. He put on a sports jacket, not the lettermans jacket he earned for making varsity water polo his freshmen year of highschool.
One thing you should know about Wülf is that he can be very trustworthy. So I trusted him to come back when he left.
So why do I feel like I'm losing trust for him as I talk to him face to face?
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Name Not Official
Action*Name Not Official* A beta pilot of something I will be working on throughout the rest of summer. I will be taking necessary amounts of time to brainstorm and write this story.
