Sylus
Glory and Gore go hand in hand
The pressure of the cold water put his muscles at ease, releasing the tension and massaging his tumored spine. His legs became numb and tingled, a warning sign of paralyses soon to come. Sylus knew his fate, one day unable to move, see, or breath due to pain, and it scared the life out of him. He was terrified of the way he knew he would end up, not a soul caring for his existence and nobody to spend his last moments with. It was pitiful, and sometimes at night he would sob himself to sleep.
Letting go of such thoughts for now, he turned his fogged gaze back to the woman who was merely a blur, and listened in on her words as best he could beneath the roaring of the falls. Letting his greying jaws part, soft words filled the space between them, deep baritone lyrics dancing towards her waiting ears. "Nice to meet you, Miss Arwen. I do not belong to a pack, though I am sure cold summers is a wonderful place. May I ask what you are doing at the falls today?" He smiled, letting the tip of his tail twitch as much as it could in a friendly wave.
✝ Sylus ✝ Dragon ✝ Elder ✝ Unbound
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