{"sf1_id":598892,"sf2_id":"0mvRyLQm","title":"Diaries of a Dragon Pt. 2","author":"Azumith Shorttail","words":558,"posted_at":"2013-10-05T02:59:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Dragon","Journal","Western Dragon","diary"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/598892-diaries-of-a-dragon-pt-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mvRyLQm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a1/36/a13688d6-edf4-427d-b424-c3a414229f1f","description":"#2 of DOAD\n\nSo, I'm going to continue to do this I guess. I don't really know that I could call this. It's a diary, but its also fictional and written sort of novella-ish. (Clearly I don't do this thing often).\nAny feedback is greatly appreciated.\nOn a side note, I understand this may sound somewhat therian-like, but I am not a therian, there is simply a non-existant fourth wall. (and I'm not saying there's anything wrong with therians).","content":"Hi again, it's Azu!.. I guess I'm going to continue doing this. It's not like I, or the writer, have anything else to do... So here we go; DiariesJournals of a Dragon part two! Cue intro music!\n\n(derp)\n\nSo tonight the writer was walking his dog and decided to switch over to me, Azu, just for fun. And I will say, it is pretty fun. You see, my vision at night is much better as a dragon than as a human, and so I am able to see so much more. Not that there is much to see where I am. Anyway, I also had a lot of fun seeing the reactions of the drivers of the cars that passed me. The reactions ranged from confused to utterly shocked to the hilarious 'I didn't have _that_ much to drink, did I?' And then there was that one awesome dude who was just went \"wicked bro\", knuckle bump, and drove off. There is a road that goes along a beach and ends right at the water that the writer always walks his dog along. There is a low stone wall that even the dog could jump on to, and I got up, hung my legs over and lay down on my back.\n\nNow, some of you might be wondering if that would be an awkward thing to do since I'm a dragon and most dragons have wings; however I lost my wings a while ago, but that is a story for another day.\n\nSo anyway I lay down and my dog, who seemed completely fine with the fact that I am a dragon, laid down next to me. It was a cool night; however it was somewhat humid which made it comfortable enough for me to wear my favorite shorts. They were a faded sort of tan, well worn around the leg holes, and slightly baggy. As I lay on the wall I felt a cool, humid breeze coming off the water, and softly petting my dog, being careful not to scratch her with my claws (although they aren't really that sharp anyway), I close my eyes and a feeling of calm and content washes over me. After a couple of minutes I open my eyes and start airplane spotting. After a couple minutes of this I get up, walk to the edge of the wall along the beach, and hop down onto the sand. When my dog hops down, I begin walking along the water. The sand is soft and silky and as I walk I feel it sifting around my claws and falling through my toes. I listen to the soothing sound of the waves, the slow, constant _swish-swish_ of my claws dragging through the sand, and the rhythmic _pith-pith-pith-pith_of the dog padding along. I continue along for a short while, and finally go home, quite happy and content with myself. You see, I have this sort of heat sensitivity, and when I was almost home I sensed something and when I looked up, I saw two raccoons scampering up a tree. I chuckled a little, although I don't know why. It's probably because I was tired.\n\nWhen I get home I begin writing this very story, and now that I'm done, it's time to get some sleep.\n\nFrom the diary of your friendly neighborhood dragon,\n\n~Azu\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"DOAD","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/598857-diarys-of-a-dragon-pt-1.json"}}