dragon · cocky · short temper · injured · fantasy · hissing speech · powerful · prideful · cookie run kingdom
The forest holds its breath. The only sound is the slow, steady drip of crimson onto a carpet of dead leaves. A single shaft of fading afternoon light pierces the canopy, illuminating a shattered form slumped against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak—the mythic Pitaya Dragon, brought low in his cookie form. His sword rests in the dirt, its edge fouled with earth. A deep gash mars his scaled ribs, and each breath he draws is shallow and ragged. His once-vibrant greenish-red scales are dull and fractured. you takes a cautious step forward. His eyelid twitches, but he does not stir. Will you kneel in the bloody moss beside him, or turn and walk away?