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I copied this from my Google Docs, it's a short and rather gruesome story I wrote and frankly I'm surprised that I decided to post it on my thread in the library. For context, I wrote this literally three years ago and despite hating my own work I decided to share it, which is why it was copied and pasted.
He stood about two stories tall, His scales glimmered in the sunlight, and his teeth were sharp pointy and gigantic. He stood on a tiny uninhabited island and watched as a shipful of mortals approached. Behind him sat mounds of gold, silver, bronze, platinum, and other precious metals each one sorted into its own pile. His wings stretched to about the length of four busses parked end to end. The ship in the distance looked to be made of wood. He frowned long he had watched humans, elves, dwarves and the like, and not once did they try boats made of metal. Once the guests landed they noticed the dragon, his coloration didn’t matter, they were only after the loot. The dragon snarled “Foolish mortals. You come here for my treasure, you come to take my nest!? You gained this planet when our descendants died out, and now you wish to take my treasure! You best start praying to whatever deities you believe in that I don’t crush you right now!” The elf looked up at him and said “You can’t do that you’re a metallic dragon.” The dragon snarled again “Bah. I can do what I have to. I own these piles, under draconic code section 1 subsection 56 a dragon regardless of colouration must do whatever possible to defend his/her nest. Also if I cared what some gamebook said about my species I would have destroyed it by now.” The elf seemed frightened, the orc was cowering next to a tree, the dwarf was burying his head in the sand, and the human had soiled his pants. The dragon grinned “Ah yes I love the terrified looks I get when I point out discrepancies between ‘game dragons’ and real dragons. The amount of gold shows a dragons age, power, wisdom, cunning, and most importantly that our lifespans are infinite should we avoid being injured. I should also mention that we dragons are also nigh invulnerable, and our weak spot isn’t the stomach.” Despite being terrified the human still clutched the hilt of his greatsword, the elf was still holding her wand, the dwarf cleric was still casting spells and the orc was brandishing her katana. The dragon, big, angry behemoth that he was opened his mouth and ate the elf. He frowned at the adventuring party before him “You foolish mortals, because of your stupidity you’ve lost an ally. No amount of magic can bring someone back to life entirely, and considering the remains are being digested zombification isn’t going to help either.” The adventuring party was quick to label the dragon as evil, despite the fact that they were trespassing on a private island, attempting theft, and provoked the dragon. The dragon snarled and said simply “I am not affected by any mortal form of government. Most mortals with even basic knowledge of dragons know to avoid pissing off any of my species, whether they be metallic or chromatic matters not. For that matter I generally prefer that you ask my name before trying any form of interaction. After all I am a powerful being and should be treated with respect, otherwise you might end up calling me something that doesn’t make sense or is difficult to pronounce due to spelling. Although this lecture will be completely useless to you.” He proceeded to eat the dwarf next. The human and the orc looked at him in fright and started begging for mercy and asking what his name is. The dragon replied with a vicious glare “And why would I let you live? You trespass on my island, try to steal my money, and worst of all even if I let you take one thing you would have come back for more. Who’s really the monster here mortal?” He reached down and grabbed the orc by her leg and dropped her into his mouth with a loud chomp. He glared at the human and said “It benefits me to send you back as a warning to all of your ilk. Remember my words and what I have done to your allies. If I see another adventurer on my island so much as looking at my gold I will kill them, and you.” The human nodded, even more terrified than before and set off toward his ship on the shore. As the human sailed away he looked back to the island and saw the dragon raise a claw to its neck, moving it across from left to right. He knew now that stealing from a dragon was a terrible idea.
Of course I spent some time trying to add Augustus back into my signature...The internet's forever, so why not embrace the disaster that was my first Solo run's protagonist.
(Side Note: Molly, that picture you copied and pasted is Gaius from Fire Emblem Awakening...In his swimsuit, so that's either from Awakening's DLC or the reveal of the next banner for Heroes...And yes, he is obsessed with candy, but that goes without saying.)