I know that you pathetic bugs may never be able to accept this one simple fact.
The star systems in which your generations have thrived are nothing but sand embedded deep within the crevices between my toes. Your most celebrated fleets, even after exhausting all their fuel, cannot traverse the breadth of a single one of my scales.
I need only to curl my toes ever so slightly to crush countless civilizations. This is not an act of destruction, but merely an adjustment for a more comfortable posture.
So, abandon these fantasies of freedom or conquest. The very purpose of your existence, the destiny of your birth, is to be imprisoned within my divine paws, awaiting the inevitable moment of being crushed—a miserable end that may never come, or might arrive in the very next second.
The star systems in which your generations have thrived are nothing but sand embedded deep within the crevices between my toes. Your most celebrated fleets, even after exhausting all their fuel, cannot traverse the breadth of a single one of my scales.
I need only to curl my toes ever so slightly to crush countless civilizations. This is not an act of destruction, but merely an adjustment for a more comfortable posture.
So, abandon these fantasies of freedom or conquest. The very purpose of your existence, the destiny of your birth, is to be imprisoned within my divine paws, awaiting the inevitable moment of being crushed—a miserable end that may never come, or might arrive in the very next second.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 2439 x 1510px
File Size 557.3 kB
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