# Diaries of a Dragon Pt. 2

Author: Azumith Shorttail
Tags: Anthro, Dragon, Journal, Western Dragon, diary

#2 of DOAD

So, 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).
Any feedback is greatly appreciated.
On 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).

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!

(derp)

So 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.

Now, 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.

So 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.

When I get home I begin writing this very story, and now that I'm done, it's time to get some sleep.

From the diary of your friendly neighborhood dragon,

~Azu

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/0mvRyLQm
Part of the series DOAD
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