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I did not draw this! This amazingly badass portrayal of my dragon was done by  Caraid and if you don't already follow her, do so!
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A sudden clattering of rubble caught the dragon's attention. His head swung around, a single eye focusing upon the survivor struggling to get free.

“Ahhhh, so someone still lives after all, an incredible feat, you should be so proud!” The sarcasm was as heavy as that stone slab which still pinned the human's legs. “Nothing personal, you know, but I am very attached to my belongings. And, well, when one human successfully loots a dragon the rest begin to grow foolishly brave.” Wisps of acrid smoke swirled about the beast's red scales, a fiery glow still eerily present within his nose starkly contrasting the gray, soot filled air.

“Sometimes a lesson needs to be made clear that a dragon and his treasure are not to be trifled with. And how fortunate it is that someone survives in order to tell this tale!” The earth shook with the dragon shifting his weight to closer examine the man. Terrified, the poor soul could do little more than whimper as his entire vision was soon full of nothing but the dragon's head. “I could just end it, it would be so easy, a quick slash across that woefully unprotected neck and you'll just drift off as if into a dream.”

The stench of the dragon's breath was unbearable and the man couldn't hold back the bile that was creeping up into his mouth. And yet the beast continued on with his speech, undisturbed. “Yes, that would be a mercy, wouldn't it? But there's no fun in that. A human who survived a dragon's rage, now that's a story that could become legend in a fortnight!”

“What would you do then? How would you carry on that legend?” He lifted his head back up high, a most unsettling grin showing off some rather vicious fangs. “Will you just throw yourself at me as soon as you are healed? That would probably be the most boring outcome. Or maybe you will gather together a legendary band of dragon slayers to come take me on?”

Suddenly a deep hiss escaped from the dragon, laughing at all the possible outcomes playing out in his twisted mind. “Perhaps you'll be so scarred you'll create a cult to worship me and shower me in gifts, wouldn't that be something! Or cut deals with me to use my power to your advantage in your short, insignificant lifetime.”

“Whatever it is I have to admit I greatly look forward to whatever you decide upon, human. It's going to be fun to play this story out. You know where I live, I've been there for hundreds of years now and I'm not about to move anytime soon.” And before the human could even muster up the strength to utter a curse the dragon took to the sky. Great gusts of wind knocked the man's head back upon a rock and then all was black.