| Jag |
Through the emptiness and quiet of the solitude in self, the only emotions left to feel being those that it harbored, did, to its ears, come words for which it had known before.
"..it'll change your life forever." For in this life, not ten thousand moons had passed, but by the mind, ten thousand years, in fact. So Jag turned eyes to the Demon-Man, and the Dragon-Women, and quiet like, burned with intrigue from the days of Before. With memories stretched long over the times now having come and passed, such sounds burned through the mind into its soul. By nature its species was curious, and could, feasibly, live forever in its sentient state. They passed on in energy alone, leaving memories behind to those who require them. Jag's life was merely a blink in eternity, but its past was a glance in the eye of perpetuity. It existed for what was new, discovering and rediscovering things of old. That which could change the life of a dragon, was a mystery of undeniable attraction to its mind. It allowed its thoughts to pass back over its surroundings, watching their receding forms with visual excitement. Although its eyes did not change, its ears twitched, and its tail sway slowly, the ivory tip leaving tiny trenches in the hardened earth.