Literature
Chase The Northern Downpour
Chase was coiled into a tight ball in their damp, underground den, listening to the sound of the rain clattering through the trees outside. The water flooded into the mouth of the hole, but the dragon did not move and made no attempt to block the opening; they just watched with doleful eyes, head resting on the tattered fur at the end of their tail. Mud had long turned the soft, grey fur on their chest and tail a mottled brown, and their scales weren’t in a much better state. Stained by neglect and crusted with dirt, the dragon had lost any semblance of grandeur or majesty that their kind could command – but being a runt, they h