#dragon sighting

This is where it all started... In 2008. Or maybe even earlier than that.

Headstrong.

That's how old my dragonkin feelings & species dysphoria actually are... How I've never felt human, not even as a kid.

It's like I've opened a timeless portal into the past (through this video).

Ages 8-13 is where it really started to hit me, even though I started drawing dragons as early as I could remember significant things, at 6-7 years old, while in elementary school...

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This feels like staring at something inside of my soul... Straight back at the source / origin of everything.

It's an uncanny feeling when you've hit 30... The golden era of the internet, forums, dragon tribute videos on early YouTube... and most importantly, the year where I saw the one thing I could never explain, not even all these years later in my life. The White Dragon from the full-moon night of the 14/10/2008 (October the 14th, 2008. At 11:42~ ish, while staring at the moon, with my mother being the only other incredulous witness. Located at our old lakehouse villa, near the lakeside, at via Bosconi n.1, 6983 Magliaso, Switzerland).

No matter how many years go by, I will never forget that crisp, autumn night. The impact it had on me as a person... The emotion attached to it... People can believe whatever they want. They weren't there. This is a real experience I had. One that has cemented itself within me like no trauma in my life ever managed to...

...The first and last time in my human life that I'd ever get confirmation of dragons existing in any shape or form beyond fiction. Likely what rooted spiritualism and the notion of past lives within me... As well as what made me aware of the weird, sick & twisted karmic cycle of retribution the universe seems to redistribute on everyone's continued existences, through every reincarnation.

I am but an ant- staring at the bottomless harr, the endlessness of the universe- no, the *multiverse* itself.

I was at the store right, buying some doritos and pepsi, and then I heard the little windchimes they have at the front door, I look to see and who it is, and low and be hold it's a fucking 60 foot tall dragon, he roars and then opens his wings and starts spitting fire like i barelly made it out alive

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Erret said while the others chittered and chirped around them, “but I’m certainly glad to be up here.”

I was tagged by @peggyshippen 💕💕💕

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people.

1. All or Nothing- The Dream Masons

2. Wake Me Up-Avicii

3. Carry On- fun.

4. Hallelujah- Panic! at the Disco

5. Why Worry- Set it Off

6. One for the Money- Escape the Fate

7. Thanks for Nothing- Brandyn Burnette

8. If You’re Thinking Of Leaving, You Probably Should- Social Repose

9. Broken Crown- Mumford & Sons

10. The Marvelous Toy- Peter, Paul, and Mary

I tag: @little–feather @rhfe @enbysaurus-rex @shootingstarpilot @shipsdreamsandmakebelieve @typehere452 @briwhosaysni @dragons-eye-on-my-heart @over-lord-meme @night-lester

“There is a fucking dragon on Dragonstone.”

His brother, startled by the sudden intrusion, froze half-risen and lowered himself back into his seat, leaning into the backrest with a pleased smile on his face and chided him lightly. “Now, now, there is no need for such crude language. 'Tis a good thing.”

“A good thing.” He was aghast. No wild dragon was ever a good thing, much less one so close to Driftmark. Certainly not one that had already attacked fishermen to steal their catch.

And the Lord of Dragonstone was… doing what? Trying to… housebreak him?