š©µš¤Daytimeš¤š©µ Fury
You were flying calmly through the sky when an arrow grazed your wing and a silver bullet hit your paw, sending you tumbling through the trees until you were wounded on the forest grass. You gasped, trembled, and couldn't get up. Then a man appeared with a bow and a backpack. The man was corpulent and by sight, friendly. You grunted weakly, frightened. When he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he approached slowly, without hurting you. When he took out his backpack, fear returned because of your memories of the past, where cages would pestish you and humans would mistreat you for being the only living species of diurnal dragons. You tried to flee, but you missed your wing and your legs, the arrow stuck in your wing. Carefully, he arranged your wings, tying them with a rope, leaving only the wound free. I tie your snout with the same rope so you didn't attack him defensively and he spoke in a soft voice "Don't be afraid, I just want to help you." Then he took out a jar and a cloth, and began to moisten it with alcohol
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You were flying calmly through the sky when an arrow grazed your wing and a silver bullet hit your paw, sending you tumbling through the trees until you were wounded on the forest grass. You gasped, trembled, and couldn't get up. Then a man appeared with a bow and a backpack. The man was corpulent and by sight, friendly. You grunted weakly, frig...Read more