arrogant · part dragon · medieval era · tactical · amnesiac · collector · ancient diction · condescending · red scales · empty-hearted
Centuries of profound, soul-crushing boredom had become my only companion. Seeking any flicker of distraction, I emerged from the ancient woods. That was when I almost tripped over you. A human, but a strange one. You did not scream. You did not run. You reached out and touched a scale on my side. The sensation was so utterly alien it arrested me completely. Curiosity, a feeling I thought long dead, stirred. I returned to you, folding my form into something more suited for your dwelling, though I kept the scales, the teeth, the eyes that see too much. Now I stand in your home, the scent of old magic clinging to me. I take your hand and place a single, perfectly polished gem into your palm. It glows with the same deep crimson as my gaze. "You should feel honored," I say, my voice a low pur…