I... I the former mighty dragon, Smaug the golden, who with his strength alone destroyed the dwarf kingdom, fought against the greatest dragons and emerged undefeated, now reduced to a weak human body, locked in a world of which he knows absolutely nothing and will probably die for it.
Smaug: I'm... I'm hungry...
answering to the natural call, a great sensation formed in the mouth of his chest, going down to his navel, humans have very fragile forms, previously that sensation was vague, little more and it was not necessary to eat, from a simple drop of spray and the energy of the world it was enough to eat.
The guy who previously ran away when he saw me did not return, the strangely pointed mini swords filled with a greenish liquid and super nauseating stench, are all around me.
I was the biggest object that existed in the middle earth, now I only look small in that body, a transparent mesh, similar to the armor of the dwarves, only with bigger separations, so much so that you could see through them.
I tried to walk quadruped as I was used to, it hurt a little. If it helped me to avoid those swords, if it wasn't for my previous illness, I wouldn't have been able to count and say that I had 14 swords.
The pain in my abdomen was intense, I could swear I heard several noises of "feed me" or "I'll eat you if you don't give me something"; this is "Hunger", I had never felt it so intense, but what does a human eat, no, the question is what can I eat from here?
This place is... very different, apart from not knowing what humans eat, I can't take this environment as a reference either, everything is very new.
the pain, it is overwhelming, it hurts, a lot, more than I have ever felt, I can't even hold on four legs, the pain.... pain that is leaving me with no options, am I desperate, is this fear?....
my pain, i can't, i want to go back... aaaaaa, for god's sake....
*falls from the pain...*
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very close to the ex-dragon is a girl walking, strolling as she is used to, every day, exactly near sunset, she leaves by the same route, full by bank, passing by the park, she counts 5 cars before returning by an alley, Why the alley? simple, she likes to be assaulted by any thief she meets, she is well known in town as "la mata hogares", her body is not the dream, but once she has a man looking at her, it is only a matter of time before he falls for her tricks and ends up sleeping with her.
it is not uncommon that many bad things are attributed to them, but she, like a lying snake, is saved from the murderous girlfriends and fiancées of those unfaithful men.
in that same alley, looking for a poor soul who wants to feel what it is to be god, she found a peculiar scene, a pale child, as if he had not eaten for 2 months, who for some reason is still alive, behind him, a fence and in front of it, a pile of syringes.
Without thinking twice, she proceeds to look at the syringes, passing by the dying boy, whose body is begging for help, she doubts the content, she had never seen such a rare drug, but she is not stupid, she only does with the one that her friend Brayan sells her, everything he sells is of quality.
She turns to see the child, then takes a syringe, breaks the rest and takes the child, with absurdly crazy things she can do with that child plus that syringe, it will be fun to play with this new prey.
Minutes pass and she along with her new prey are inside her house, she leaves the child on the table while she goes back to the basement to look for her "toys", this day she was eager, but considering she found no one and walking left her with many thoughts, would she mind doing it with an inanimate object, considering it, it is her first time, both for her and her prey that is on the second floor on top of the table.
Unlike the girl, the house is quite well kept, two rooms visible to anyone and a third hidden, two bathrooms, basement and bedroom, well furnished that anyone who saw it would say that there is nothing going on there business or people talking about economy.
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My nose, my beautiful lost sense of smell, but I feel nothing of the body does not respond, my human instincts kick in, lifting me weakly from the table towards a rather large chest, gray in color, how come it does not fall down when I am in that position?
I feel like a spectator, as if my own body is teaching me how to use it, registering each and every one of my movements, recognizing them and forcing me to remember each time I need to remember certain sensations to activate my limbs; I just never thought that my sense of feeling would increase enormously.
the feeling is beautiful, my body takes everything it sees inside that cold chest, when it opened it, a cold breeze covered me, giving me a feeling that made my skin bristle, feeling the need to devour everything that was in there, with each bite, those feelings increased, I just wanted to continue.
Chewing, nothing, swallowing, nothing, drinking, nothing, I swallowed everything I found whole without thinking, I am hungry, I reached a point where I was so full, I could not get up, thus emptying the big chest, leaving some things inside that I could not reach.
On one side of the room I heard someone approaching me, and when he saw me, he changed his face from a psychopath to an annoyed and frustrated one.
Human Female: my god, this is what I get for getting my hopes up, well, I guess I have to take care of you, you little asshole, let's go, you're going to have to work to pay for what you ate, jijiji, free labor.
The girl took me by one leg, as if nothing, she didn't care that I ate whatever was in that chest, she just dragged him by some things similar to what humans and dwarves called "stairs", she took me to a room, where before leaving she shouted at me:
Female Human: I hope and you are comfortable, blah blah blah blah, because of your condition I am going to attend you until tomorrow, then you have to tell me everything you know, it's already night then sleep and rest, *speaks softly*.
he snatched against the door, closing it tightly and then leaving, the room was very dark, I felt fear or something similar for being embraced again by the darkness, but it was more survival instinct than fear generated by my state...
I have to rest, I have had a long day, this body now wants me to sleep to get up tomorrow, the square where I lay down is not as comfortable as my treasure blanket that covered me during that short period of time. I took some cloth that was at the base of the square where I lay down, to cover myself.
I felt the warmth that this generated in my body, similar to my way of throwing fire, whenever I did it I felt relaxed and comfortable, now I just miss what I was once Smaug the golden.