fearingfenris

It was peaceful. The trees swayed gently in the pleasant breeze and the small, pale flowers that covered the forest floor danced to the music of the chimes hanging from the shrine. It was as if the shrine were a ship in an ocean of blossoms, each gust of wind creating the waves that gently lapped at the wooden base of the structure. Behind the shrine was a pond with clear water with a central island and a singular, ancient tree that dipped into the oasis. In the middle of it all, seemingly out of place and yet blending into the scene, was a large, emerald dragon motionless in the water. The wind blew over the creature’s body, ruffling long, elegant strands of fur dotted by the sun’s rays that rained down from between the massive tree’s large, sprawling limbs. Gawain was weak and unable to move, his body aching and bloodied. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he attempted to spread his giant, feathered wings and failed. He wasn’t a fan of being half-submerged in the cool water and