Why a dragon?
(Addition to the biography.)
Why a dragon?
And there were some more epic and terrifying beasts? It was perfect.
Really not without a reason my dragon is wrapped in spiked armor that hurts to the touch, and has poisonous spikes... you know what it reflects. My fear was so great that I needed strong armor to feel protection from this world. One thing, however, is that scales do not grow on scars, old wounds can be seen forever. He also has own warm and soft spots, meaning, of course, the scales on his nose.
It won't change, just has to be durable.
I would like to change a few things about it, but my form of acceptance is simply accepting its form as it was created. Sometimes just need to lick itchy scars.
Maybe I've learned to read my cat's emotions so I understand body language. Interestingly, developing close to animals causes you to adopt some of their way of "communicating". That's why my dragon has a feline character, introverted, but his body language betrays all emotions. Understanding without words is something I love, something that people lack. People have to talk. People favor extroverted people...
I like these silent but tender characters.
You don't need to know words and you don't have to have a human face to express true emotions and feelings.
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No, dragon, throwing a deer carcass on the stairs is not the best way to show trust and gratitude for a human...
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In 2020, I was reading fantasy stories about dragons and just didn't want anything else. This is the main reason. Later, I started making my own story, and it was there that my dragon came to life, becoming a manifestation of my shadow side of personality. The dragon became a mirror, a reflection of my emotions, pain, a lot of pain. Writing fiction led to digging out my traumas and getting to know myself deeply.
Interestingly, it turned out that the community rated the dragon on the ENTJ type, which is INTP's shadow.
https://www.personality-database.com/profile/50866/dragon-mythical-creatures-mbti-personality-type
Why was the grey-brown dragon created?
It is the only dragon I have long thought of to give it appearance and meaning. I have other dragons; emeralds and recently dark blue / black and white also appeared, but they are products of my subconscious, that is, they came involuntarily, or appeared in dreams.
Manifestation of a shadow personality, an imaginary friend, perceive as you prefer. It's time to write it; a product of my suffering, loneliness, extreme depression, the death of my ego. It was created in a really dark moment. He carries all these traumas and black thoughts. The only "person" with whom I could sincerely "talk". I know what it sounds like... He has been with me from the very beginning of my consciousness. My thoughts have always been an internal dialogue. Thanks to a new passion for fantasy, this interlocutor simply took the form of a dragon, completing his personality.
Dragons are associated with evil. I don't know why. Dragons are not evil. My sensitivity always mentally wants to support the unfairly judged, so I have decided to be one of the few who will show a different side of the dragon. I understand and sympathize with all oppressed by fate, but in all this I forget myself and the world forgets me. Hardly anyone wants to see the other side of the dragon existence; understanding, sensitivity, internal emotions, perception of the world, philosophy, knowledge. More than a monster.
Because I hid under the armor. Nobody sees who I really am.
I don't live like a human, I don't need much to live; art and something to eat.
Someone might hug me, but they can see my sharp spines and scales, and I don't want to hurt anyone.
I am mainly sitting in my cave, away from people.
Greedy? I have a treasury of words and some golden thoughts.
I am mainly thinking. The beast is mired in its own philosophy.
Quiet, seemingly calm, but don't come near, don't harass, and under any circumstances, don't tease.
Proud of his personality. Proud of not being human.
An apparently strong and independent loner.
Realizes how few of us are.
He takes risks easily, although he thinks hard about it. He remembers his wounds well.
A strong voice of instincts, powerful intuition.
Wild, primal, unsuitable for coexistence in a developed society.
Dreamy romantic with his head in the clouds...
Paradox. A misanthrope who sees beauty in people.
He has wings and is generally cute...
Why is it bigger than a moose?
Because I needed great wings of hope.
Huge wings, for a quick escape when it's gone.
I'd like to hide, disappear, but I always feel so much in sight. I feel watched, different, talked about, it seemingly bounces off my scales, but I know I can't hide among people.
Why swampy and grey-brown?
I am surrounded by swamps and forests; treacherous areas, hostile to strangers. Grey and brown. In autumn, everything has such colours. This is the dragon of autumn, a time of cold, despondency, grey day and life. And it is the easiest way for him to hide; deep in a forest or cave, it becomes invisible. My life looks like drowning in a swamp lately, but now it's my swamp, it's my home, big, empty, cold and unfriendly to those without wings.
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