#tinysmaug

After so long in the dark, Tiny Smaug’s eyes take a few moments to adjust to the light in the room he suddenly has found himself in. He slowly crawled out of the package and the first sense he had was of purple. Tiny Smaug wasn’t sure if he suddenly was in a world that was shaded in purple. He didn’t understand what happened to him, and didn’t know where he was.

Tiny Smaug hatched somewhere in England. Like most dragons, he liked gems, gold, and other shiny valuables to hoard away and defend from humans. Also like most dragons, he didn’t like adventures. Tiny Smaug knew that the best way to live was to find a nice cave and settle down to start collecting valuables for his hoard.

So he was very surprised when he was picked up, put into some sort of container, and sent off in something he vaguely understood to be the human postal service. The container he was in was dark, and the trip was bumpy and not overly comfortable for him at all.

When the bumping and jarring finally stopped, Tiny Smaug wanted something to help settle his stomach a little. If he had known how much bumping around he would be facing, he would have taken something to help settle his stomach first.

LOVE IT. IT’S GLORIOUS.

Knock me out, why don't you? You're gorgeous!

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