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Cornelius - aka, Cor to those few who actually know him - is a practical soul on most days. He fills his abode with things that are useful, hunts only when hungry, and fights to defend himself and his territory. His horde may be small for his age, but every coin and item is something he's earned from wandering travelers who sought to stay in his den at night.
Indeed, for a dragon, he is unusually practical of his kind...except when it comes to satisfying a certain Need. For he has a weakness for the noble-born youths of mankind, especially those that seemed to have been stuck in gilded cages all their lives. It's a craving, a bad addiction that he can't break. He has to mate with such a person, even if only once. Nothing is more satisfying than training a new human partner, soft as they are, to handle him and his great...size. If only the humans will just let him keep one for longer than a few days, though, as of late...!
Which is why he is quietly sitting in the brushes, eying this lad who seems to reek of 'noble lad who grew up in gilded cage.' He seems to be surrounded by guards, but that's okay - Cor's already gotten them on edge with one of the minor dragonets spooking them from this brush and that. It won't take much more to make them scatter, once he does show himself. He just needs to wait for this noble-born feline lad to settle himself near the fire...
Indeed, for a dragon, he is unusually practical of his kind...except when it comes to satisfying a certain Need. For he has a weakness for the noble-born youths of mankind, especially those that seemed to have been stuck in gilded cages all their lives. It's a craving, a bad addiction that he can't break. He has to mate with such a person, even if only once. Nothing is more satisfying than training a new human partner, soft as they are, to handle him and his great...size. If only the humans will just let him keep one for longer than a few days, though, as of late...!
Which is why he is quietly sitting in the brushes, eying this lad who seems to reek of 'noble lad who grew up in gilded cage.' He seems to be surrounded by guards, but that's okay - Cor's already gotten them on edge with one of the minor dragonets spooking them from this brush and that. It won't take much more to make them scatter, once he does show himself. He just needs to wait for this noble-born feline lad to settle himself near the fire...
