HUMAN CHILD :
hearts are such fragile things ━ young limbs ache , crack / bleed . racing &. racing , never stopping never ending. the cycle of thrumming and blood rushing, pouring ━ becoming ash against the fires . dancing fireflies and dancing blood , it drips in patterns of one , two , three . one , two , three . a steady beat in dirt and sinking mud . they stare at you ━ who ? the forest . the trees in hush whispers , the animals that scurry the tree tops . the living earth that creaks each night in pain . they stare at the small boy , who whimpers and sobs in pain and in the cold. i had to run . a hushed whisper in his mind , an echoing thought in such a small being . i had too i had too and yet … the tears wont stop. they burn and sting and curse his porcelain skin. he wipes &. wipes, yet a steady river was created / bank of the dam cracking - exploding . your tears wont stop falling .
you sniff in the echoing cave , sobbing more at just the simple noise causing bones and nerves to jump. fear / it echoes in every part of your being . carved in marble and built from clay since you were a tiny babe. and as you shake, the world crumbles around you . the rocks crack and creak in sorrow , the wind howls in despair . and you crumble under the cruel worlds hands , so large and evermore present . a blanket on existence. you are just a child , lost in the woods and crying till your throat bleeds. poor little child . and when his crying will not stop , a foreign, tiny sound is heard - his skin jumps alive / burning back to life and sore little eyes are lifted . large , connected to soft round cheeks that burn scarlet . he blinks in shock , at the tiny scales of red and the little round middle it has ━ so close to the ground its falling . & falling. & stops . it’s close .
cheeks abloom and voice sore , you speak with softness and weakness. ❛ a dragon … ? ❜ his nose is rubbed to spread snot and dirt, yet eyes hold fascination . such a tiny creature ❛ h… hello … ❜
malign finds no fetid home in the husk of this child. peril is a putrid thing, you know it's nauseating scent , your stomach convulses &&. writhes at its mere presence &&. this one, is not of that breed. naive perhaps, or of valiant demeanour, you inch closer, claws excavating soft earth with each attentive contraction of muscle. intricate scales that humiliated even rubies are sullied, dulled, between the wisps of tenebrosity that pervade this cave &&. the sullying mud it's difficult to discern you from the protruding rock-faces. ( a camouflage that would birth the warmth of pride in your parent's chest. )
strained are the passing seconds, an ache the only indicator that you had not torn a stagnant gaze from the child's quivering form &&. soon you are separated only by a hands reach of debris &&. mire. but all too soon are your stripped of your courage, encompassed by his encroaching shadow, the tip of your tail snaps back &&. forth before coiling around you ( a comfort, protection ━ ) it had been decided that it was now his turn to transcend to the valorous; besides, it was not as if you were going to snap nor gnaw at the tips of his besmirched fingers now were you !
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