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[Sabra]

Sabra

I do not know if I would have gone to him, even if I could. The fact that I fear the pain of the current dragging at the javelin, that I do not trust my wings to hold me even for such a short glide is irrelevant. If he wants to see me closer, he shall have to make the move himself. The imperious tilt of his crowned head has never been enough to move me.

(Foolish pride)

It does not stop the bass rumbling of his voice from carrying across the tumbling waters. The words are low, unagressive, but the implication is still there. A long time. Yes, it has been. A long time since his wrath had driven me out, had left me homeless when the world seemed like it was coming to an end. A lifetime of regret slices through me. Across the distance, the gleam of his reptilian gaze holds me in place, as unyielding as it has ever been.

(He judges you, always)

I flinch away from the whispered condemnation, spear shaft swinging as the words cutting away at my icy facade. "It has," I answer without accusation, and let the phrase drift across the water between us. He is what he has always been. I cannot hate a hawk for diving after mice. After all this time, I find that I cannot hate a dragon for wanting more.

I can still scoff though, when he asks stupid questions.

"How do I look like I am, Cas?" A touch of my old acid tongue showing itself. Alive, is likely the best that could be said. But let him make his own decisions on that matter. The bony plains of my face catch the light as I tilt my head, glittering sharply. "And you? How are you, King?" I ask, thinking of the last time I'd seen the dragon. In a bid for leadership of an island, one that hadn't gone as planned, if I remember right.

(Where he set you aside)

He wouldn't have stayed down for long, though. Not the stallion I knew. There was always another plan, another plot for him. Always, he would get what he wanted, one way or another. Adding to the complex emotions already swirling, I found myself smiling vaguely.

I wanna be Immortal, like a God in the sky


I wanna be a silk flower, like I'm never gonna die

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