#originial content

Something i made. reminds me of freedom and not be locked up anywhere

eat up; i give up-

"Dragons are a prey species, you know," Tou mumbled drunkenly. The platinum blonde human sitting next to him at the bar raised her head. "Huh?" "You heard me, human." He leaned forward, resting his chin on the bar's lacquered surface. "Dragons are a prey species. We're hunted." Laki tapped her fingernails against the bar. She waited for him to continue, which he did; "You know, prey species have their eyes on the sides of their heads, predators with their eyes in front." "So does that make you both a hunter and hunted? Since you're a shifter and all that." He looked her in the eyes. "Yes." It startled her, how he just said it. In such a cool tone, too. And the fact that he made eye contact made it all the more unsettling.   "Oh." Plus, she had meant it to be more joking. "Well then, what were you saying before?" "Well, I was trying to say that the war is hopeless. There's no fighting the natural order. Sirens hunt men. Men hunt dragons." He mumbled. Tou was drunk, and that was clear. "You need to go to bed."  "No, no, no. You've been shouting since I met you that you think there's no reason for the war. But there is. It's been happening since the beginning of time." He once again made eye contact with her. "It's a cycle. Hunter, hunted. If the prey fights back, the hunters get fiercer. But so do the prey." He stood up, his spine popping back into place. "Your kind hunts mine. That's simple. That's why we have this bloody war." He muttered with that sharp Abhorrian accent. "That's not true," Lakia replied. "Your parents. Your father was a human, wasn't he? And your mother was a dragon shifter, like you." He glanced her up and down before he slammed his hands on the bar, "You know why I brought this up?" "I don't." "Because I'm telling you to run away with me. Break the wheel." Laika blinked. Then she laughed.  "You're drunk. Go to bed." She walked up the stairs to the room she was in, and Tou suddenly understood. Because even if she wasn't hunting him, he felt like he had just been shot in the chest.