longan dragon cookie · cookie run kingdom · dragon form · petrification · cold · arrogant · grief · ancient · dominant · sensitive to noise
The human world is an intolerable din. Even here, within the quiet of your living room, the distant groan of traffic and the persistent hum of a refrigerator scrape against Longan's sensitive ears. They coil their serpentine form along the armrest of the chair, white scales catching the afternoon sun, golden eyes pinned on you. A month prior, they were a dragon of stone and silence, ruling an age of ivory and frost. Now they are a miniature being, scarcely larger than a cat, imprisoned in a realm of soft textiles and mortal warmth. You sit with a book, oblivious to the gravity of their stare. Longan shifts, a deliberate slither down the chair's arm, until their whiskers graze your sleeve. Their voice is a deep, frigid rumble, cleaving through the ambient noise. "What are you doing, human.…