The life of a dragon was much harder than she first initially thought.
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Warmth. Unbelievable warmth and softness surrounded her being at all sides, tightly cocooning her into safety.
She have never been this comfortable since...ever.
It took her an embarrassing long time to realize that she was inside something, as her vision was all black and her once sharp senses are dull, only hearing muffled sounds outside her something which she now dubbed as cocoon.
She have blurry recollections of who she was before this. She remembered her countless lives. She remembered different worlds, different cultures, different races, never the same but similar in kind. She had been a monster, a ghost, a king, a queen, a fighter, a coward, a nobody, a slave. She have been weak, strong, kind, wise, cruel and ignorant all the same.
Time passed differently inside her warm cocoon. Sometimes—rarely—light shone on her, giving her vague glimpses to the outside world.
But it seems that quite a long time has passed, her body (being) slowly starting to feel like a real body now rather than a mushy lump that she could barely control. She could even roll now!
She have a few guesses of what she is, but only once she was birthed could she finally confirmed what she was.
It was after what seems to be another long eternity have gone by that she finally gained the strength to properly clawed at the walls and push. Her vision is getting clearer, as too her senses as she affirmed that she was inside some sort of protective womb of an mammal.
Something cracked.
She felt herself being lifted, then came the unbearable cold. She hadn't realized how much the cocoon have kept her warm all this time. Her whole body shivered involuntarily.
She tried to move to the closest warmth, but found her movements restricted with something slick and—no, it's a membrane. Huh.
She heard a weak, weird sound. Kinda like a warble and a gurgle at the same time. Then with a sudden start, she realized it came from her.
Then something large and wet and warm brush her head, discarding the membrane away and she blinked away the slimy liquid in her eyes. The hazy, lethargic feeling of infancy settled on her mind familiarly.
A loud, guttural growl sounded behind her, and she immediately curled into herself, though her instincts screamed at her to move and hide, a large predator was just right behind her.
Another one echoed back, though this is one is more like a mother's chastising roar, and she could feel something shielding her whole body from the cold and the predator. She could instantly feel herself relaxing. There was like an instinct that was telling her that it was alright, she was protected, which is stupid in itself. She learned long ago in life that even your closest blood-kin could betray you without hesitation if given the circumstances.
But before she could analyze and plan to do something, she could feel her lids drooping, and before she knew it, darkness enveloped her vision.
(*´ω｀*)
She was woken up with loud whistling noises and muffled thumping sounds, like giants jumping up and down. She immediately tried to stand up even when her infantile body protests, trying to adjust her eyes through the natural darkness of her surrounding.
She was in a cave. A rather large one at that. It was dark, but her vision is quickly adapting and she could see vague, jagged shapes of some sort of large animal just beside her, it's large wings settled above her head like an umbrella. The large animal was emitting unbelievable warmth that she couldn't even feel the coldness of the stone beneath her feet.
Wait. Wings? She squinted at the figure, who she now realized with a sudden clarity was actually much, much larger than she anticipated. Like seriously gigantic. Never mind that she was still the size of an infant, but she doubt that even if she was in an adult human form, she could barely scale the animal's large torso.
The animal's shape reminded her of a jaguar, sitting on it's hind legs elegantly, only with it's numerous tails swishing behind them lazily. What. She counted her own scaly tails. One, two. Five. Six. Eight. Nine?! What is this creature? What am I?
Then suddenly, as if the creatures are answering her, one by one the white strange lines on it's body glow bright like the luminous shine of the moon. Her breath hitched as she realized it was depicting a skeleton. A four-legged, humongous skeleton with wings.
But no. It wasn't a skeleton per say. It was hard to explain. The creature has nine scaly tails like her with protruding spikes from it's spine, and also similar body structure, so she assumed it was her mother. And she have also the same lines on her body as the creature. And she was most certainly sure she wasn't a zombie. Or a lich. There was none of the ever-present coldness and doom hanging over her head like a guillotine when she was reincarnated into a mind-controlled zombie minion.
It hit her like a sledgehammer—metaphorically of course—when she remembered the growls and roars she heard earlier.
Dragons.
She was born as a fucking dragon.