Desert Napping[Open]

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The desert was arid, like it usually was this time of year. The sun beat down upon the sands, baking it's inhabitants under it's harsh rays. Most creatures were hiding under the rocks or in the shadows of the few straggly bushes or cacti that somehow managed to take root in this harsh environment. But this particular creature, a creature not very frequently seen, was basking in the light. He was curled upon a great flat rock, wings folded against his vast and scaled sides. The sight of a dragon was rare enough in these dangerous times. Most avoided them like the plague, but those who were particularly fascinated with them flocked to them. This particular male was a massive brute, a few hundred years of growth to aid his bones in attaining such a size. He was a deep violet color, his scales iridescent in the noon-sun. He had his great eyes shut and was humming contentedly. He had left Laemiri in Ellesmera, hoping that some time away would help her recover. But in reality, he knew she wouldn't last the week and was mentally distancing himself from her so that when she finally ceased existance in this world he wouldn't feel the sudden severance of connection, which was moments away. He drifted off to sleep, napping in the sun, mind broadened to the touch of others, but disconnected from his Rider's, whose touch had ceased to exist.

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