DranGon's back story

Questioning

His chest was covered up the blood, DranGon's. He was depressed badly or he had been? He felt the way he expressed the opposite. To get to understand him, you really have to break his privacy for that. DranGon was along the whole time, didn't want to get anyone with and he also a type of homo. Simply because he didn't mind cuddling with another male or anything. Those 2 fatties knew this long ago but Dirotor and Wogan didn't. He didn't want to ever touch or disturb, annoy or beg anyone for anything. Just only when it politely needed. But in an unknown specific time, he secretly became a psycho to himself. The only fact he still alive because everyone around were awaring of him, and also he couldn't die in any form. Even an axe chop couldn't kill him. He was strong, but was depressed.
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It was in a bit of morning. Dran started a tear out in silence with a lot of panic attack, yet no one noitced. He only feel, but never express. It was commonly in the situation of loving someone or something, he never let anyone knew and even tried to ignore it. But the atmosphere remained to be a bit foggy, cold and really mysterious. Much fog that the sun was even been blocked by the fog and cloud themself. It was honestly about to be a dark day. DranGon was tired in his sleep. Wogan did noitce the red straight light from the ravine but he ignored it. But then he thought of want to see what in there. Everyone was still asleep, even those 2 others big guys. Wogan slowly dropped the rope at the edge of the hole in the ravine, climbed down the risky deep ravine and into the cave. He noitced that it was just a single flower, red but glowy. It was really bright when he stepped in but it faded the light off when he let the light in. Actually it would glow if there was no light around. Ther wasn't any other things but just a flower in middle of the crack on the rock's surface. He left everything there and climbed back up. It was a bit foggy around, he climbed up safely and noitced something. Wogan quickly climbed back down and tried to clear his sight. It was another croc, he came over but close to DranGon. He tended to tear out a bit on his chest. Not sure what happened between them in that time. Wogan stayed at the rope a little long to see about it. But the longer bit later, he couldn't handle anymore and quickly climbed back up. The guy noitced and ran into the foggy wood.
-Wait, hey!
And the silence flowed in. Everyone looked the same except Dran's cover was dripped wet. The day was a little bit dark and foggy, everyone was still asleep except Wogan wandering around collecting a few branches. As he placed down the stack of branches, a mysterious sound came from the nearby bush.
-Who is that?
Wogan drew the dagger out, came slowly to the bush. But a smoke grenade was rolled out and exploded. A spicy, bit of poison and sleepy smell got Wogan fell down unconcious.
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It was a bit of a time later, Wogan woke up at the same place he fell down. Nothing much changed, but DranGon was gone once again. Shawon looked a bit worried, Wogan came ask:
-You look worried. Where is DranGon?
-I'm also wondering where is he. He was here last night.
-It might be the person who made me unconsious under a tons of smoke.
A sudden loud roar took place, it definately DranGon's rawr.
-You heard that?
-Yes.
-Trouble has been doubled.
When everyone was stopped by the cave, DranGon had been tied up tightly. He was unconsious, a bit worried for him. But when Shawon came silently, quietly untied him but he whispered under a deep voice:
-Can you, please, leave me here...
Shawon ignored the words and went on untying.
-I dare you continue then I will do that again...
That words, was sort of a threaten. DranGon had never threatened anyone once or anything. Since when he changed himself like that?
-Can I just... let you all free already?
It was almost the first time he asked that. He seem to bring back his deep inside out, not really changing himself. DranGon was the dragon, who respected everything, literally everything expect himself. He wanted to serve the people but never himself, even if he got one, it would be yours. He looked a bit evil, wished to be a villian, but he was too nice for it that it would never fit. Perhap he wanted to cry? Or he wanted to be alone? Perhap he ever wanted to avoid attention? Or maybe he wanted to just simply gone?
He didn't know anything much, he completely lost himself. He was awfully serious an innocent, he couldn't be an evil. He had literally no reason to become anything bad. He respected people a lot that he forgot himself. Perhap he was too old? Or his mind was reset to zero? Or maybe he lent someone his soul? What are those questions even for!?
-DranGon, you are with us. Never going to leave you. Just stay safe, please. We are painfully hurt because of you. You sure never want to be polite ever again. You now no longer a guardian. Be a freedom adventurer. All of our kingdooms all down, no one alive except us. Problems won't stop, but if we don't build up things, no one can knock it down. Just ignore your past and look foward your path.
DranGon then did not express anything anymore. He went so silence that he thought he was fainted. He couldn't feel anymore, he lost himself completely. They still called him DranGon, eventhough it might not even be him. Because talking to him is hard. He would not give away anything but only in action, if you can guess it.
-But... where am I now...
-Nowhere, I don't know how you ended up here.
He turned his body over after he was untied. There was a big, long cut across his chest and belly.
-WHAT THE HELL, WHO EVER DID IT?!
DranGon went silence, no respond.