There were times Tudor could remember that he would leave a person to their fate. If they were to change due to their own hubris, it was not his problem. People came, and people left. That was how it always had been for the millennia he had been alive. Walking out on those who succumbed to their own hubris was always an easy feat... but what of now?

Carefully, the minotaur climbed up the expanse of light green scales. It wasn't an easy task, as it was like rock climbing, but every foot or handhold would squish and stretch underneath the minotaur's weight. It took him several minutes before he finally reached the apex of the dragon's belly. With every step he moved forward, he could see the dragon staring down at him, a lively intrigue in its eyes.

This fat, green dragon did not recognize Tudor like the minotaur had hoped. It seemed to treat him like a stranger... but with subsequent visits and a good amount of effort, it was comfortable enough around Tudor to finally let the minotaur climb onto his belly.

"Still have no idea of who I am?" Tudor asked sheepishly. He wanted to be careful with his words in this situation. He knew he had to. Despite the big dragon's memories being erased, and its body changed drastically from the loving werewolf Tudor knew before, it still had the emotions of his friend.

"That's something I learned from you, Knight Wolf." Tudor smiled with teary eyes. "You taught me the importance of emotions." The minotaur continued walking up the dragon's belly, stopping on the soft chest. The dragon tried to look down at the minotaur, but he found that his own snout prevented him from seeing where this strange, mystical creature had disappeared to.

"That bread you baked on that very day... years ago," Tudor stated, lifting a hand to rub the dragon's snout, "you said it was made of many ingredients that made it who it was. All those ingredients were emotions, and each one was important for the bread to be bread."

Tudor could hear the dragon give a growling noise of some sort. It didn't sound agitated, Tudor knew that much.

"Before I met you, I would not have hesitated to leave you after you turned into this creature you are now. I've seen things like this happen in the past to many others, and I left them all to their own fates." Tudor's eyes darkened as he looked down at the dragon's chest, noting how it was breathing calmly and rhythmically, as if it was intently listening to Tudor.

"But you've changed all that, it seems.... I left the cave that year ago, and during that year I could not fathom living without you by my side." He lifted his head up. "You probably don't, but do you remember what I told you... on that day with the bread?"

The dragon seemed to tilt its head in curiosity.

Tudor lifted his head toward the dragon's snout. "You are still my cute little baker." With those words, he gave the dragon a kiss right on the dragon's snout.

The dragon's rhythmic breathing become more erratic and sharp. Its breathing fluttered and its nostrils became hot. Tudor, in surprise, took a few steps back to look at the dragon's eyes.

Its eyes were glistening as streams of water pooled from its eyes and down its cheeks. It looked down at its hand, seeing how large it was compared to this person who it could only vaguely remember being bigger than it was... at some point. It changed.... HE changed... but he couldn't remember what from.

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4th piece of my little "Sergeant Dragon" set. Since it's canon, might as well show it more!

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