A Dragon's Darkness
...this darkness is real to me...
A dragon constantly tries to claw away at the air, looking to bring out any shred of light upon the darkness that he has found himself in. Constantly hearing voices, but never able to see the sources, he just runs. The darkness has this constant choking feeling, like at any point it could just swallow him up and leave him an empty shell of his former self. Since there is no light in his vision, the dragon cannot tell that the darkness has practically embedded itself upon him, changing his bright, forest green scales black, and cloudy. It has shredded his wings, stripping him completely of flight and has also dulled his claws, leaving them blunt and weak. The darkness has also broken the dragon's fighting spirit, leaving him unable to protect himself from all sorts of pain that is constantly batting away at him. No longer in possession of a heart due to the darkness swallowing it whole, the dragon wanders aimlessly, not paying attention, for the dragon has stopped really paying attention to the voices as they can do only so much but they can't break the death-grip like hold this darkness has upon him. A gentle touch, a comforting hold, a warm heat he can keep close and always come back to, this is all the dragon wants but the darkness has grown so cold around him that he's certain that will never happen. He is not the proud dragon he once was, just another face in the crowd that draws no special attention. A dragon is constantly awaiting for the darkness to complete its toll on him, as it has tormeted him for so long.