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Vashu
M y dragon has been a right dick to me lately. He wants me to claim Farlen, but I can’t fucking bite her and give her another scar. He doesn’t seem to understand that. And I was told we can’t do any of the biting shit until after our bond ceremony anyway, which we can’t do until the match group is all here, and it gives people a chance to fucking hurt her. I hold her close to me just thinking about it. If any of them reject her, I’ll shift into a dragon and rip out their still beating heart and lay them at her feet.
I may just do it now, with all these people looking at her like this. I growl at a few who get too close and they back up quickly. Farlen doesn’t seem to notice she just has her head on my neck and is smiling. I thought she was asleep at first, but she keeps popping her head up and looking around.
I look around too, wondering what she keeps looking at. There’s a bitch with nasty yellow eyes glaring at her. I turn us so Farlen can’t see her and is being blocked by my body. Fuck, at least being this big is good for something.
My dragon wanted to give her a fucking necklace when she came out of her room earlier. Her hair swept to one side, and it was just begging for an old necklace we have. I don’t even remember when we found it, just something we’ve always had. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to it, so we didn’t.
My dragon makes a content sound in my chest. This is the most at peace we have ever felt. Growing up like we did wasn’t easy. At least my scars aren’t the physical kind. Farlen is so fucking amazing, she doesn’t show much anger or rage about anything, even with all the shit she has been through. The music stops and someone walks onto the stage. Farlen looks around and she is staring at them. I look up to see what she’s looking at, and there is fucking Zachariah standing there with a mic in his hands.