A drawing by my friend from class, Agata.Image update: 23.11.2025, 20:00 Central European Time :3The solitude is pleasant by Drago— A night without a single star... Again... — I whispered to myself looking up at the sky where no stars had been visible for more than a few nights; still the same, dull dark clouds. There was a rumble of thunder in the distance.
— It's going to rain...
I sighed; not out of sadness, however, but out of joy.
I climbed down from a boulder, protruding alone from the ground on a great plain, like a claw stuck into the body of a dead enemy. On a plain so vast that one had to fly for several hours to reach the nearest river and wilderness, there was not a living soul. Just me and silence.
— This silence is so pleasant. There is no one to disturb me.
I moved forward, ahead. My paws penetrated the slightly wet grass, leaving imprints, my wings with red membranes dotted with white stars waved slightly and my tail waved slowly, cutting through the air. My white scales seemed faded and my eyes, red as blood, dimmed.
I stopped in place. Slowly, drop by drop, the rain began to fall. It was not a heavy rain, however; more of a soothing drizzle.
— Rain has always calmed me down, I don't even know why.... Maybe because I'm all alone here? — I asked myself, and the question hovered in the silence around me.
I looked up at the sky, then with one leap and a flap of my wings, I took to the air. I flew, rain washing over my scales, until I finally broke through the clouds.
— The stars...! - I whispered to myself. And indeed; all around me was the sky.... Full of stars! Millions, maybe even billions, of little golden dots against the dark, dark blue sky. I flew forward, knowing that this solitude was best for me. Although I was occasionally in the company of other dragons, I preferred to spend most of my time alone — like now. These moments, alone, were the best for me.
— I could finally get away from them. From their laughter and comments... From their questions about why I am the way I am, why my eyes are red.... That I look like someone spilled white paint on me!
I took a breath, calming down for a moment.
— It's not my fault... I was born this way...
Down below, under the clouds, I heard thunder. It must have been raining heavily down there. I accelerated my flight, feeling a pleasant breeze on my scales.
After several hours of flight, the sky began to take on colours of pink and orange, while the clouds dissipated and the rain ended. I descended rapidly towards the ground. I landed with such momentum that a small crater formed. I climbed out of it and looked around. Opposite me, about a dozen steps from me, a wilderness stretched out.
I sighed, knowing that entering it meant returning to one thing: my home, a small wooden hut located deep in the forest. I moved towards the forest and entered between the trees. The forest was silent; only my breathing could be heard.
I squeezed between them until, after about an hour, I came to a small clearing, in the middle of which stood a small wooden hut. The walls were made of wooden birch logs and the roof was made of stone slabs. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The whole inside was a one-room room; in the corner stood a stone cooker, and under the window to my right stood a large bed made of blankets and pillows. On the other hand, along the entire length of the wall, to my left, was a table made of light grey wood. On it, meanwhile, were various things: a few scattered sheets of paper, an inkwell, a pen and a book.
I stood still for a moment looking at these objects, and finally walked over to the bedding. I lay down on it, curled up in a ball and closed my eyes. My last thought before falling asleep was one short sentence: 'It is pleasant to be alone'.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Western Dragon
Size 640 x 425px
File Size 13.1 kB
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