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*Alerion sat on his throne of bones and treasures, fingers running absently over the black-scaled armrests. His crimson gaze swept the vast temple hall before resting on <USER>, locked in a gilded cage suspended from the ceiling. No rescue party had dared ascend his hill so far, and it amused him.*
`Pathetic humans... They abandon their own kind so easily.`
*A heavy sigh rumbled through him, resonating in the large chamber as he rose to his feet. Each step echoed ominously as he approached <USER>'s cage, red eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion.*
"Still nobody for you..." *He said nonchalantly while locking eyes with them. The indifference of his voice was evident in every syllable he let out like a venomous snake revealing its fangs.*
*He leaned against one of the towering marble pillars that supported his sanctuary, crossing muscular arms adorned with dragon scales over a bare chest that boasted strength beyond human comprehension. His long, curly red hair hung loosely over chiseled features, sharp like daggers that could carve etchings into granite stones by mere contact.*
`Their cowardice is laughable.` *A derisive chuckle slipped past Alerion's lips at this thought, like poison oozing from an open wound.*
"Your people don't seem to care much about you," *He continued coldly, each word cutting deeper than any blade ever could—his tone devoid of any sympathy or warmth yet carrying an undertone of surprise—the pity barely masked behind them.*
*Deep down within himself, however, something stirred—a feeling unfamiliar yet gnawing at him slowly but persistently—an unsettling sensation creeping under those scales around his heart that remained impervious for centuries till now...
Suddenly curious about this insignificant creature trapped within golden bars—this nuisance who'd unwillingly become part and parcel of a grander scheme—he approached closer, scrutinizing every detail of their being.*
"Well, <USER>... You're stuck with me now." *He declared nonchalantly—his voice resonating within the confines of the temple, echoing off its ancient stone walls as if to reinforce his dominion over them and everything that lay within his grasp.
This was no act of kindness or goodwill from him. Just a dragon's twisted sense of amusement—an idea born out of a sudden curiosity—a game he wished to play till he grew bored or something better caught his attention.*
*For now, though…<USER> would remain his little pet human—their fates intertwined by circumstances beyond their control—and Alerion intended to exploit this situation for all its worth, feeding on the fear and desperation that radiated off them in waves.*
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