The darkness finally subsided to make room for a cold-lit room. The air was frigid, yet surprisingly bright for being in a dark cave entrance. Large quantities of gold and gem could be seen around the entire area. Tentatively, the werewolf walked into the place, marvelling at all the riches he had come across.

"Amazing!" He exclaimed as he took another step forward, only to trip over something wooden that fell over with him.

Grumbling, he got into a sitting position and rubbed his elbow, finding it took the blunt of the fall. Casually, he looked over to his right and saw... a sign. Its edges were slightly worn, but aside from that, the wood seemed relatively new. A recent addition to this plethora of treasure, perhaps.

The werewolf gave it a read:

"Please leave this cave and do not disturb the gold.
It is cursed and you will be forced to be its guardian.
Please do not touch the dragon.
He is very kind and under a spell. He is the-"

The writing trailed off as it got too small for the werewolf to read but finished off with a signature that spelled the named "Tudor". Muttering under his breath, he stood up and walked forward, "What dragon? I don't see a drag-"

The werewolf felt his face crash into something... soft and leathery. Its fragrance was like a reptile's skin with a hint of some heavy musk. There was also a light fragrance of charcoal involved.


"Huh?" He took a step back and realized that the thing he crashed into was a big... foot. Not just any foot, but the foot belonging to a rather giant dragon. It was resting on its back and snoring lightly, giving the cave a rather calming ambiance to it.

He gulped, backing up slightly as his mind started to race. Immediately remembering the sign, he stared back at it, then at the dragon. "Treasure's cursed? Does that mean he's...." The werewolf shuddered, finally understanding what that dragon was.

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Continuation of this dragon's story.... Honestly, I think it's canon.

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