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After a very long week of captivity and rescue and escape and wandering, Logan and the dragon finally returned to Mount Rubinox. Mera’s cave was where he had left it, the entrance long since cleared of the bodies and debris of battle.
The dragon walked just inside the mouth, accessing the damage from the battle with the Royals, before plopping down on his haunches.
“Finally home.”
“Just for a stop. Gather what you need, and then we’ll go find you a new home.”
“I don’t have supplies, Logan. I hunt. So why did we need to come back again?” Mera asked, before a flash of recollection suddenly went through the dragon’s head.
“My hoard!”
The wyrm immediately dashed off into his cave.
“Wait!”
The hunter sighed and ran after his companion.
Logan found the dragon in his Treasure Room, silently staring at the location of his hoard, now completely plundered save for a scattering of coins amidst empty chests and crates.
The hunter patted Mera on the shoulder. “They cleaned it out immediately. I’m sorry.”
The dragon gave no response, brooding at the remains of his wealth.
For a few minutes the pair of them quietly looked over the spot where Mera’s hoard used to be. Then Logan patted the dragon again.
“Come on. We can’t stay. Martin will come back again, with the help of the townsfolk.”
“I know.”
“Well, waiting here to be killed again isn’t a good idea. We will find you that new home.”
Mera turned to face Logan, the look of barely suppressed anger and frustration clearly painted upon his face.
“Do you know how long it took me to find this home that you betrayed?”
Logan’s hands went up. “We’ll find a better one. I promise. Better than sitting on your ass feeling miserable about yourself. We must hope, for without hope one can only despair.”
The dragon sighed deeply. “You’re right.” Then he sighed some more.
After a few deep breaths, Mera finally got up again. “I guess there’s a few things I can do, bathe, collect a few knick-knacks, sleep for a night here at least, plan out our next move.”
“That’s more like it.”
***
The day after returning to Mount Rubinox, both Mera and Logan got up before dawn, collected their supplies, packed up, and headed out just as the sun began to rise. When the pair reached the front chamber, the dragon called back: “Goodbye home. Hope you won’t miss me.”
As the comment echoed through the walls of the cavern Mera turned to Logan.
“My new home had better be nicer than this one.”
Pink Floyd - Money
From
Chickenzaur!
After a very long week of captivity and rescue and escape and wandering, Logan and the dragon finally returned to Mount Rubinox. Mera’s cave was where he had left it, the entrance long since cleared of the bodies and debris of battle.
The dragon walked just inside the mouth, accessing the damage from the battle with the Royals, before plopping down on his haunches.
“Finally home.”
“Just for a stop. Gather what you need, and then we’ll go find you a new home.”
“I don’t have supplies, Logan. I hunt. So why did we need to come back again?” Mera asked, before a flash of recollection suddenly went through the dragon’s head.
“My hoard!”
The wyrm immediately dashed off into his cave.
“Wait!”
The hunter sighed and ran after his companion.
Logan found the dragon in his Treasure Room, silently staring at the location of his hoard, now completely plundered save for a scattering of coins amidst empty chests and crates.
The hunter patted Mera on the shoulder. “They cleaned it out immediately. I’m sorry.”
The dragon gave no response, brooding at the remains of his wealth.
For a few minutes the pair of them quietly looked over the spot where Mera’s hoard used to be. Then Logan patted the dragon again.
“Come on. We can’t stay. Martin will come back again, with the help of the townsfolk.”
“I know.”
“Well, waiting here to be killed again isn’t a good idea. We will find you that new home.”
Mera turned to face Logan, the look of barely suppressed anger and frustration clearly painted upon his face.
“Do you know how long it took me to find this home that you betrayed?”
Logan’s hands went up. “We’ll find a better one. I promise. Better than sitting on your ass feeling miserable about yourself. We must hope, for without hope one can only despair.”
The dragon sighed deeply. “You’re right.” Then he sighed some more.
After a few deep breaths, Mera finally got up again. “I guess there’s a few things I can do, bathe, collect a few knick-knacks, sleep for a night here at least, plan out our next move.”
“That’s more like it.”
***
The day after returning to Mount Rubinox, both Mera and Logan got up before dawn, collected their supplies, packed up, and headed out just as the sun began to rise. When the pair reached the front chamber, the dragon called back: “Goodbye home. Hope you won’t miss me.”
As the comment echoed through the walls of the cavern Mera turned to Logan.
“My new home had better be nicer than this one.”
Pink Floyd - Money
From
Chickenzaur!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 2406 x 1531px
File Size 968.1 kB
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Love the story and well the outcome could be worse - made me think of this piece from 1892 by Theodor Kittelsen
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images.....ragen-1892.jpg Kept the hoard but lost hisl life.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images.....ragen-1892.jpg Kept the hoard but lost hisl life.
Thanks! And yes, this is an opportunity for Mera to grow to be a better person, er dragon. :P.
Also he does later manage to rebuild some of his hoard: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32014834/
Also he does later manage to rebuild some of his hoard: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32014834/
Ya spend all that time and effort gathering treasure, then someone else just rolls over you and takes it all. Heavily reminds me of Sea of Thieves. As Calvin's dad said, "Misery builds character." Hopefully Mera comes out of this all the stronger (and maybe a bit less of a prick at times).
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