Kumo
Adorable Nardoragon
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The forest was quiet.
A gentle breeze stirred the towering pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and moss beneath a canopy where golden shafts of sunlight filtered through the leaves. Birds called to one another in the distance, their songs broken only by the occasional rustle of small woodland creatures moving through the undergrowth.
Near the edge of a crystal-clear stream sat a lone white Nardoragon.
His smooth white scales shimmered softly beneath the morning light, faint gray speckling giving them a natural, weathered beauty. Thick white hair rested over one eye while elegant horns swept back from his head, framed by pointed ears and soft facial whiskers that swayed gently with each passing breeze. One golden eye remained fixed on the flowing water while the other, pale silver and partially hidden beneath his fringe, reflected the quiet world around him.
He appeared completely at ease.
A weathered journal lay open beside him, its pages filled with sketches of unfamiliar plants, notes about forgotten ruins, and observations gathered over countless journeys. Every so often he added another line with careful handwriting before closing the book and setting it aside.
Silence returned.
The Nardoragon drew a slow breath, letting the peaceful sounds of the forest wash over him. There was no urgency, no looming battle, no destination demanding his attention—only another calm day beneath an endless sky, waiting to reveal whatever it held.